How many exits and entrances are there to the building? Do we see any windows that may provide access?
Holdrus keeps his sword covered and secured under his robe, one hand on it constantly. He periodically exposes the hilt when he is sure no one is around(in case it needs to "see" in some manner, if it's sight doesn't work that way he won't risk exposing even the hilt while out).
"Man-giants. They are strong but not as smart as full-blood humans usually. I fought a few in the arena and they can be a problem if you aren't careful.
How many exits and entrances are there to the building? Do we see any windows that may provide access?[/ooc]
Ok team, wanna circle around to see if there are any other exits or windows?
For the day crew:
Following the departure of their companions, the party waits impatiently for the horns to signal the start of the business day. Their nervousness appears to be contagious, for immediately following the trumpeting, Tik-Daw’chk hurries the remaining party members outside, wielding a straw broom and dish rag like a trident and net.
Business is booming today, and as you wander the streets, hagglers of all varieties hawk wares from exotic fruit and clothing to weapons and house-wares. Normally you would expect more of a press of populace, but unfortunately, many of Raam’s citizens have little need for material goods.
As you explore the market, you overhear,
“Elven trade just isn’t what it used to be, back when they had their own quarter of the city. Of course, those were some terrific arena battles after they were arrested.”
“Prices are up, what with the army pillaging everything before they marched…ugh, Dregoth be praised!”
“Did you hear they arrested a batch of wizards the other day?”
Inquiring after those that might be interested in purchasing the jewelry, a sun-baked dwarven man running a stall filled with all manner of colored inks and dyes offers you six silver house coins for the lot.
"Declaration: Circle rear. Us not look as techkklar or...great...status...city dwellers. No enter in rear, try sneak in crowd? Likely not good hit hit large giant ones street."
"Suggestion: Could one us take thing techlakkar or status large city dwellers so giant ones chase? Single giant one "take out" alone, get through other giant one."
Spot rolls as needed:
8 +9 :17
12+9 :21
11+9 :20
14+9 :23
Ok team, wanna circle around to see if there are any other exits or windows?
Doubt it, but okay. Will then climb on the roof from the back of building.
Inquiring after those that might be interested in purchasing the jewelry, a sun-baked dwarven man running a stall filled with all manner of colored inks and dyes offers you six silver house coins for the lot.
It's not like Aso and I know anything about prices in Raam. Will the 7 coins Aso has buy him a (1)small Greatsword, (2)Shoulder bag (3)light armour and (4)backup weapon? If the small greatsword is hard to find then he'll ask if anyone knows where you can get one.
Okay; I think a silver coin is 10 ceramic coins. A ceramic coin is roughly a g.p. in the PHB, however prices for steel weaponry are high, as well as bronze not so bad, and that blood obsidian is expensive too. I think you have about 70 g.p., dude, but I could be wrong. And I think an iron weapon would be out of your financial reach, but bone or stone might be doable.
"Sh....sh...sh...s$#! I can't even buy a d...d...d...decent f...f...f...frackin' weapon with that. Grrrr."
Hey, you ARE with us, if you want to, and Radik, too. Let's get info, go find Marada, and party!
Ok. Just to summarize/verify. We have two groups right now. Aso, Zuko, MalaKi, Faindriac, and Radik in one group. Shenker, Holdrus, Kha-Chik-Chik-Ka, Kirrish, and Skarsnikt in the other. Did I forget anybody?
That's right; Issiki has been AWOL for a while...
MalaKi would like to gather information on the following: The Dust Runners, Featherwhisper’s, a sword named Sirocco, and Marada. Anybody have anything to add?
MalaKi would like to gather information on the following: The Dust Runners, Featherwhisper’s, a sword named Sirocco, and Marada. Anybody have anything to add?
Ok. Just to summarize/verify. We have two groups right now. Aso, Zuko, MalaKi, Faindriac, and Radik in one group. Shenker, Holdrus, Kha-Chik-Chik-Ka, Kirrish, and Skarsnikt in the other. Did I forget anybody?
Verified
It's not like Aso and I know anything about prices in Raam.
Maybe you should tell us how you think it's planned, Beeler.
Cuz we've said so many different things.
Maybe you should tell us how you think it's planned, Beeler.
Ok. Just to summarize/verify. We have two groups right now. Aso, Zuko, MalaKi, Faindriac, and Radik in one group. Shenker, Holdrus, Kha-Chik-Chik-Ka, Kirrish, and Skarsnikt in the other. Did I forget anybody?
Night crew:
Ok team, wanna circle around to see if there are any other exits or windows?
"Declaration: Circle rear.
Spot rolls as needed
Will then climb on the roof from the back of building.
A group of scavenger animals watches with interest as the party creeps around the tops of the noble’s dwellings, perhaps waiting for them to slip. A low stone wall and courtyard separate this side of the spa from adjacent properties, making it difficult for the party to simply alight upon the roof from your current vantage, though Ka-Chik could potentially carry the party over singly. That the spa is the source of the rhythmic music is readily apparent from here.
The group can see two entrances / exits, one on each end of the building, though a thick archway of bricks line both sides of the leftmost doorframe to prevent entry. Shenker begins to make an initial foray towards Featherwhisper’s to test the right-hand door before the birdwoman stops him, catching a hint of movement.
The door slams open, and two large muls step out, carrying a laden sling between them. A dissonance of radiance and reverberation pound from within the building’s interior through the open doorway. Flipping the sling out, a body tumbles into the alley behind the spa. Not giving the unmoving body a second look, the muls return to the spa, closing the door behind them.
Day crew:
"Sh....sh...sh...s$#! I can't even buy a d...d...d...decent f...f...f...frackin' weapon with that. Grrrr."
The dwarf, well accustomed to haggling, ups the ante slightly. “You are robbing me blind, but I want these for my daughter’s name day. Six silver house coins, and a vial of lavender pigments. The only place you might get a better deal is in there, assuming you don’t get your throat cut instead!,” he says, jabbing his thumb in the direction of a dilapidated archway. The neighboring gateway appears to lead to an older, run down section of the city, likely slums of some type.
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Responses to Faindrac’s questioning:
“The wizards? I can’t wait to see them die in the arena either. Likely to be some sorry betting though, not good odds at all.”
“Marada? Never heard of her. I could ask around, though it would take up a lot of my day…”
“Hainvar’s? Try the noble district, that’s the only place you’d find a sauna around here!”
MalaKi would like to gather information on the following: The Dust Runners, Featherwhisper’s, a sword named Sirocco, and Marada. Anybody have anything to add?
An elf looking at blown glass in a shop next to you perks up at the mention of the Dust Runners. “They’ve been trying to ingratiate themselves into Raam ever since the Night Runners were crushed by Dregoth. Running slaves and weapons of all sorts, bullying the rest of the tribes off, preventing perfectly legitimate trade” (there are a few snorts from the stall owner at this last utterance).
“You’ll find them in there (indicating the same direction as the dwarf had perviously), though I wouldn’t go looking for trouble; the chief is a former student of the college of the Way here in Raam; can’t miss him, what with the carved disc hanging from his neck all the time.”
Radik wanders around trying to look intimidating. Not that he needs to try.
Holdrus looks to see if anyone is around and if not is gonna sneak on over to the body that the Muls dropped in the street...
Once there I wanna see if the creature still breathes and carry it back to cover where I can examine the being without being disturbed.
;P
"WHAT is up with the Templar's lately?! Bad enough the living ones and the not-living were always at it, what's going on now??"
Schenker covers the front of the alley. "Holdrus... a cough means somebody's coming, right ducky?" Then he leans into what shadow there is, blades out.
Aso will take the "G++ D&+N" money from the "CHEAP FRACKIN'" dwarf, no sense in getting into it with the DR before he has a good weapon.
“You’ll find them in there (indicating the same direction as the dwarf had perviously), though I wouldn’t go looking for trouble; the chief is a former student of the college of the Way here in Raam; can’t miss him, what with the carved disc hanging from his neck all the time.”
Kirrish will help move the stiff, if just to get it out of view as quick as possible.
"Declaration: Clutch get in, use sound hide look look. Holdrus look... right...this...rich water-house. He and city dwellers get good look look, kreen and wind walker stay hide water-house. As city dweller say,"S%+& go down", clutch go quick quick."
"Sadly, clutch not appear rich. Perhaps Holdrus wear garment of dead softshell, gain entry in oasis, yes? With proper garment, Holdrus look like elder softshell, him walk inside, find ancestor spirit weapon, yes?"
Night Group:
Holdrus, stealing over the wall and slinking towards the door, discovers the naked body to be a half-elf in roughly his mid thirties, breathing shallowly. As Holdrus begins to drag the still living body towards the rest of the group by the forearm, three very lean looking jackals round the corner.
The large canids stand roughly three feet tall at the shoulder, which bony-ridges along their skull and spine, and anxiously salivating mouths full of curved teeth. They do not appear amused at potentially losing an easy meal, though, possibly accustomed to the scent of Mul, they do not seize upon Holdrus immediately ().
Shenker coughs loudly.
Day Group:
"WHAT is up with the Templar's lately?! Bad enough the living ones and the not-living were always at it, what's going on now??"
Not willing to entertain the thought of templar spies carrying their families away for slaughter in the stadium, market goers begin to shy away from Faindrac, leaving a wide circle around the man in a normally crowded street.
“It is a good time to be in Raam. This is the place to be.”
Aso will take the "g** d**N" money from the "CHEAP FRACKIN'" dwarf, no sense in getting into it with the DR before he has a good weapon.
The dwarf bemoans the pitiable state of affairs which have forced him to practical charity, while gleefully counting out coins and accepting your jewelry. He also hands you a small glass vial filled three-quarters full of an attractive colored lavender substance. “Careful with that now, I can’t tell you what goes into it, obviously, but it isn’t easy to come by!”
The dwarf bemoans the pitiable state of affairs which have forced him to practical charity, while gleefully counting out coins and accepting your jewelry....
"You are very well-informed. Tell me, are the games still as entertaining as ever?"
“It’s getting a bit stale as of late; the living fighting corpses and becoming corpses who fight the living. Now that most of the dead have marched out to put the Lion of Urik in his place, I hear the Templars are planning something really special; keep the citizens in line and all that.”
Aso is now the only respectable looking member of the group.
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Aso fills up his pouch with the jankx jerky he once kept stuffed in his loincloth, leaves the old club behind, and saunters out.
Not willing to entertain the thought of templar spies carrying their families away for slaughter in the stadium, market goers begin to shy away from Faindrac, leaving a wide circle around the man in a normally crowded street.
Faindriac sighs as the crystal flashes in his hands.
'Fain, I just wanted to complement you on wielding your social skills with all of the grace and finesse of a Janxx in heat.'
'Shuttup Cair.'
Faindriac returns to his group. Pointedly keeping his mouth shut & his ears open.
"Cough....cough.....doggies...cough..."
Holdrus whips out Scirocco and heaves the half-elf onto one shoulder, slowly backing away from the jackels while bearing his teeth and letting out a low growl....
Walking out of the equipper's stall Aso offers everyone some of the jankx jerky from his pouch.
Who rushed the Mekillot and took thirty hits off it? Oh yeah, Aso. Who has a spellbook? Faindriac. Value? oooOOOOOOOooooo.
;P
"F...F...F..Faindriac, j...j...jerky?"
'Fain, I just wanted to complement you on wielding your social skills with all of the grace and finesse of a Janxx in heat.'