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"Bukka here is a strong lad! And as for myself? I have some small arcane talent I might use to help. I can grant your sailors to climb the masts like monkeys, or perhaps survive the extreme cold of a storm. Or repair broken items about the place. And so forth. I am also a fairly able geometric scholar which I could use to help with navigation."
"Bees indeed? I hope you have someone who knows how to keep them! Quickly trying to remember if he has any sting soothing spells... "A reasonable price. Half now, half on arrival?"
"Ah, good afternoon to you madam. I wish to obtain passage to Bag Island for myself and my colleague here. I had heard that you were the person to talk to for speedy and discreet transportation...?"
Zambe smiles warmly.
OK, Zambe is going to approach Captain Jewell first to feel out a price. He wants to get there fast, but he isn't here to get involved in pirate disputes, he just wants to retrieve the item as soon as possible.
Zambe will head to the docks and try to negotiate passage on a ship headed to Bag island.
Zambe remembers looking over some navigation charts while on the voyage here. Did he see Bag Island...?
"Well Bukka...that could have gone better. I don't suppose you've heard of an all-halfling pirate band?"
"Get out of the city for a while, lie low. Zagwell shouldn't trouble you, he doesn't even know your name, and besides, we didn't actually steal anything. Those thugs at the inn, though, knew where to look for you, and they will find you again if you stay. My advice is to go on a long voyage and sign on with an assumed name. Hopefully by the time you return we will have dealt with the matter entirely. If there is anything else you know about the stolen chart or the voyage or anything, please tell me now, the sooner I am able to solve this the sooner you are safe."
"Run! Now!"
Zambe meets Bukka's eye for a second in a way that he hopes implies "get ready, I'm going to try something".
Using the rest of my action I would like to ready for when the stuff falls so I am not too covered.
Zambe's going to look around and examine the structure of the shelves to see if there is any way he can make them collapse with mage hand from here. Hopefully onto Zagwell, or at least distract him.
"Bukka, do as he says."
"Please. Your last voyage. The map that was stolen. Anything you know. We have very little time."
"Calm down, everyone!" Says Zambe's disembodied voice.
"Ah, of course" says Zambe with a friendly smile.
Zambe will then slip past before they have a chance to even react and enter the warehouse.
"Please, gentlemen." Zambe raises his hands "He was perusing a man we would like to talk to, who must have come into this warehouse here. I assure you we have no interest in this warehouse or its contents, we merely wish to help you in ejecting this intruder and then we will be on our way."
"Ah, thank goodness, some upstanding citizens of this fair town! Please, have you seen a Tengu pass this way?"
Zambe will push his body to run as fast as he can, thinking as he goes that he should really get in better shape for the next mission.
Muttering a curse which he usually reserves for particularly challenging algebraic proofs, Zambe will scan the area, looking for any sign of Bukka or the sailor, or any clue as to the direction they went. Assuming he sees something then he will run in the direction he thinks (hopes) Bukka and the sailor went.
First things first, Zambe will look back into the tavern to make sure that everyone got out.
Then he will pick out the Sailor in the crowd and say in a low voice:
At last the pieces fall into place, and Zambe points both his index fingers in the direction of the alchemical fuel, desperately hoping that his calculations are correct.
"Mr. Bukka! Tear down this wall!" Zambe shouts, pointing to a particularly weak-looking point in the crate wall that (hopefully) isn't load-bearing.
Zambe spends the rest of his turn flicking to the page in his spellbook that contains Ray of Frost and calculating the optimal casting gestures.
Zambe will attempt to telekinetically maneuver the dark eyed man's bag. He is hoping that his keen depth perception and spatial awareness will allow him to skillfully maneuver the bag into his hand for further inspection.
"If we could discuss this I am sure we could come to an amicable agreement"
And for my standard action, I will tap Bukka on the shoulder and say "Be careful. Don't kill them unless you have to."
"Oh, come now, is this really neccessary? We're trying to have a discussion here!"
Sacred Geometry Calculation for Echoing Spell:
So casting sleep takes a full round action but it is cast at +1 caster level and I don't use up the spell slot.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen please. I simply require a little information and I will take up no more of your time. I want to hear about the voyage you have just completed, and the fate of your...cargo."
Zambe strides confidently into the "pub". He makes a beeline for the crewman and stands in front of the table until a suitable moment to interrupt (don't want to be rude).
Zambe respects his new companion's silence, content to have a one-sided conversation with himself on innumerable topics he is sure his companion finds fascinating. Still, there is one topic he needs to ask further about, the most likely tavern to find information on such a disreputable group as the one which stole our artifact. Having located a suitable hive of scum and villainy, Zambe attempts to pick up on rumors about recent pirate activity, acting like someone who wants to hear a good story about it. If he gets anywhere, he will press for further information to determine if this is the robbery he is interested in.
Zambe begins to walk towards the door, assuming the Tengu will come with him. He speaks amiably to Bukka, hoping to form at least a good working relationship with his new companion.
In truth Zambe feels a little apprehensive at the vagueness of his instructions, but he tries to appear confident in front of the Tengu until he has learned more about his character.
Zambe bows to Fallows and Bukka in turn. He has difficulty disguising his glee and fascination at the sight of such rare and exotic creature.
Zambe extends his hand to the Tengu in a gesture of trust and friendship.
Well, this makes things easier...
Nothing is gained by lying to a potential ally.
Zambe bows low.
"Thank you"
"Cisse. Zambe Cisse." I shake her by the hand if allowed "Alas, I have no appointment, but perhaps you can help me. I am here regarding a particular item up for auction, do you perhaps have a list of such things?" I size up the building and foyer while speaking, looking for any details that might prove useful.
"No, my heartfelt gratitude, you have been most helpful"
Zambe will follow the barman's instructions to the letter, he has always been blessed with a good sense of direction. Assuming he gets there, he will size up the building, if it looks open he will go inside and see if there is some kind of reception.
"You are hospitable indeed! I must clarify, though, I am not a representative of this organization and could not accept gifts in their name. I am but a humble patron. Please, accept my payment and know that I will have warm words in my speech for the Singing Gull" Whether he accepts my payment or not I will continue: "This Fallows and sons, an important place here yes? You seem most respectful of them."
"Ah, and a most pleasant noontide to you, sir. I come to seek refreshment and shelter from the heat, and also to inquire as to the locations of particular establishments in this fair city of yours, can you provide me with these things?"
After he replies I will order a middling price beverage with a low alcohol content and sit at the bar, after he's given me my drink I will ask about the location of "Fallow's and Sons".
Zambe took a moment to soak in the atmosphere of the vibrant town. It was chaotic, yes, and filthy too, but most importantly it was...different. Appealing, in an exotic sort of way. Somehow any number of books on the strange lands beyond the Expanse were no preparation for seeing it in the flesh. Still, there was no time for wonder. Always keeping one eye on his pack and pockets, he began to stride along what for want of a better word he had to call the "street". Heading away from the docks, towards the tavern district. Making the basic assumption that affluence increased directly in proportion with distance from the docks, he picked a likely looking tavern a good distance away. Hopefully a drink would come with free directions to "Fallow's". He wouldn't want to make a fool of himself by getting lost in the trading district in front of his possible competitors. Satisfying himself that he has chosen the least grubby tavern in the immediate vicinity, Zambe stepped inside.
Hi everyone, glad to be joining this game, as you know I was in the original incarnation of this game which didn't last much beyond Bandrift's death. Your group seems much more competent! I'm putting the finishing touches to my Arcanist character who will be joining soon, he is a mathematically inclined member of the Magaambya academy, so you guys will have a native guide! If you have any advice/requests for the build I should use to better complement the group then I will see if I can add them. |
