wow, look; wild dead dogs just appeared; they look like a fresh offering of meat; were these the thing that you all did dance among? Why could I not see them?
wow, look; wild dead dogs just appeared; they look like a fresh offering of meat; were these the thing that you all did dance among? Why could I not see them?
Their mind-power made them appear as if not there for some of us. I want the patch of skin on one hind-quarter with the winged eye tattoo on it, but my hands are full. Someone? This marking may be of an enemy out to get us...
"I'll do it." I'll carve off as many tat's as there are.
Aso ponders the possibilities of having a zombie slave.
QUick look at the Jackels, any collars or anything?There is a tattoo on the haunch of each jackal (an eyeball with tattered wings).
Kirrish will pass the remaining jackals (after the tattoos are excised) up to his compatriots to secret them on the roof or a similar location for possible skinning and eating. He'll also make sure to conceal the broken bone gythka in any nearby trash or loose earth.
Nice work, team. Should we head back to our base.
"There's got to be something less nauseating than jackal to eat in this warped city."
"True. However, also more nasty other food. Jackal not bad if one hungry. Also, in agreement, this hive highly strange."
Faindriac eyes the smoke pouring out through the door of the one building with a raised eyebrow, then purses his lips as he surveys the path the street takes to the intersection and beyond.
"Well?" Faindriac turns at last back to his companions. "Any suggestions or personal preferences? Considering my last fabulous attempt at gathering information, I think I shall leave the idle chatter to you gentlebeings. I shall observe. And guard."
"What say we grab the first elf we see and ask him for directions to the dust runners?"
<= takes the jackal parts and quickly lays them out in quick strips so they will dry in the heat and morning sun; though I dont want them obvious hide roll (16 base) survival or cooking? hehe any ranger bonus:)
anyone have salt for this meat or spices (is it ok if we just have some, not sure otherwise will look for some as we are out and about and come back and salt them; think salt would be readily available in this climate)
to shenker; well, jackal on toast with elf cream gravy and peas; yum
"What say we grab the first elf we see and ask him for directions to the dust runners?"
"It lacks, subtlety." He then bends his head to the side thoughtfully. "Which is not necessarily a strike against it. But remember, while wholesale elf-slaughter in the streets of Raam may be entertaining, our goal is to find out where the 'Dust-Bunnies' main nest is located. It is there that we should find the,... items we seek. Once we have the location, we should regroup with the others before attempting to enter. I do not relish baiting an Athasian Sting-Serpent Swarm in it's own den without all the help I can get."
Why could I not see them?
Scout crew:
It appears as if the festivity is winding down with the morning sun. As the music slowly fades, you hear the sound of scraping from the rear door, like a bar dropping over the inside. It would appear your fracas went undetected over the noise of the revelry. Sirocco informs you Holdrus brought him close enough to the location to be in contact with one of the other cell members, which informed him that there are at least three hostages inside, all scheduled for execution at this coming evening’s party. If you are to perform a rescue, it will have to be tonight or never.
Shop Crew
Oddly enough, there doesn’t actually appear to be any elves lingering about, for a so called elf controlled district.
Okay, well then should we rendevous with the shoppers and roll back here tonite?
MalaKi will try to gather some info on any females named Marada, the smoking building we noticed, and the Dust Runner hideout.
Gather Information: (1d20+8=15, 1d20+8=22, 1d20+8=11)
Is it possible that MalaKi already has some knowledge of these subjects?
Okay, well then should we rendevous with the shoppers and roll back here tonite?
Yeah, that seems to be our best course of action.
Okay,...let's off....jackals....urrgh! Bitewounds hurt alot!!! Fsssss! Aah! Fsss!!!
Faindriac eyes the smoke pouring out through the door of the one building with a raised eyebrow, then purses his lips as he surveys the path the street takes to the intersection and beyond.
"Well?" Faindriac turns at last back to his companions. "Any suggestions or personal preferences? Considering my last fabulous attempt at gathering information, I think I shall leave the idle chatter to you gentlebeings. I shall observe. And guard."
"You? Guard? You are not strong. I will guard."
"You? Guard? You are not strong. I will guard."
Faindriac's frown almost disappears again. "As you wish,..." is all he says.
'And who watches the watcher?'
'A lame brain human of the Way with delusions of being a Preserver, apparently.'
'Shut up Cair.'
Faindriac watches Maliki make his rounds of the area, keeping an eye out for the apparently non-existent elves.
"Shall we make our way back, and share what we have learned with the others?" He asks upon Maliki's return.
"He is Radik, an a#@~~@!. He will not cry,....so I must cry for him."
Back to Tik's.
"He is Radik, an a#@~~@!. He will not cry,....so I must cry for him."
"This place is bizarre. Where is this Marada? Do you know? I don't think so."
Oh! Aaaaaaah! Hsssss! Gar gah....aaaaoww! Hate you jackals!!!
MalaKi will try to gather some info on any females named Marada, the smoking building we noticed, and the Dust Runner hideout. Is it possible that MalaKi already has some knowledge of these subjects?
The shop you can readily identify as a pottery crafters. The smoldering fires from the abundant kilns darken the air of the underprivileged areas, making it difficult for the living to breathe at times.
Though some of the dead are intelligent, most of them are too preoccupied with their own problems and can’t or won’t comment on where some elves may be holing up. Inquiries during the walk back to the Brown Elf do merit some results, however, in the direction of this mysterious Marada character. A freeman identifies her as an exotic entertainer who was performing regularly in the noble’s district until just recently when she failed to show for an act. The rumor mill holds some noble’s wife had her removed.
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The two disparate parties will reunite roughly about midday, with the night crew coming in about an hour ahead. As usual, Tik’s place isn’t exactly jumping, although he looks to be in a good mood and states he has placed you on the rolls for tomorrow, just in case.
"Aso looks g...g...g...great. Too bad the s...s...sauna was closed. Aso c...c...c...coulda used a c...c...c...cleanin'."
A freeman identifies her as an exotic entertainer who was performing regularly in the noble’s district until just recently when she failed to show for an act. The rumor mill holds some noble’s wife had her removed.
"Nobles. Presumptuous bastards. No better than rats."
After serving up what appears to be an incredibly nutritious meal of still wriggling pale white worms in a stone goblet, Tik-Daw’chk waxes what passes for eloquent about the glories of the gladiatorial lifestyle.
Scratching his eye socket as if trying to remember something important, he adds at last, “Tiny red-squish ask regard you. Lots tiny red-squish know you rest here, eat lots! Odd; here, then not. Had coin at least.”
“One stay. In nest.”
And somehow, a polar bear in an alley must be involved.
"Hm?" Faindriac asks intelligently if drowsily from his chair in the corner as the gladiator turned barkeep tells his tale. "Tiny-red-squish,... looking for us? Wait, you mean like him?" Faindraic asks, pointing to Aso. "Why would Halflings be looking for us? Of course we seem to have ticked off almost everyone else we've met so far,..."
Aso curls up under a chair and nods off, his new machete clutched tenderly in his arms as a young mother holds her baby.
Schenker laments the paining dogbite, that he can't attempt a thievery of the machete, much less the throbbing stinging stabs that tap to the same beat as his heart.
"Urrrgh!!! Aaaaah!!! Hrrmmmmngh!
Radik sleeps, eyes wide open, sitting cross-legged in a corner, his back to the wall. It's quite disconcerting.
Kirrish rests in the upstairs, in a private corner, fighting back homesickness in a cloud of acrid pheremones.
When the fleshy types are up and ready, he's going to quiz the day troop on their excursions.
"Query: What day clutch hear, in walk-talk-hit thinshell gathering?"
"Query: What day clutch hear, in walk-talk-hit thinshell gathering?"
Faindriac stretches, and makes sure that they are out of earshot of the few clients that the ex-warrior bug hasn't cleared out yet.
"Well, to be succinct, Havana's has been raided by the Templars and was unapproachable. We were approached by yet another elf, claiming to be against the 'Dust Bunnies', who claimed that the very weapons we seem to be searching for (and no, we didn't mention them), were supposedly removed from Havana's and given to the Dusters. Of course he also informed us that the poor quarter was under the control of the Dusters, and yet when we went to investigate there didn't seem to be an elf in sight. The one bright spot was on the way back. Maliki found out that Marada is the name of a popular female entertainer in the Noble's District, but she seems to have mysteriously disappeared. Rumor holds that a jealous Noble's wife had her 'retired'."
Seeing that the business is now empty of outsiders, Faindriac pulls out his traveling tome and begins to flip slowly through it. "So, how is the night life in Raam? What did you find out?"
"Nightlife... Hive more quiet when moon up, scavengers in streets. At oasis, many elder softshells. Not possible attack and defeat all. Clutch need cunning plan."
Zuko finds a cozy corner and starts meditating until he falls asleep.
Near rest's end, what discomfort was caused among the sparse patrons by the party's daytime snooze in the public room is turned up to full alarm when Aso wakes screaming and in a panic--his weapons clatter to the floor.
Fumbling with the straps of the stiff leather codpiece of his new leather armour, he unleashes an erection of considerable size for such a small being, sighing at the release.
Looking up and around, "He f...f...f...frackin' said I c...c...c...could sleep in this...ACK!... s...s...sleep in this s...s...stuff."
He flicks it a few times as everyone looks on in astonishment.
"That c...c...c...clunt! It f...f...frackin' hurts."
"Hrrrmmm.....I'm pained fierce of jackule bitesies. Aaaaah! Fssss! Death to jackals, every last one of the wee bastelings!!!"
Seeing that the business is now empty of outsiders, Faindriac pulls out his traveling tome and begins to flip slowly through it. "So, how is the night life in Raam? What did you find out?"
"Declaration: Night clutch hide, walk quiet and hidden city night. Go......water...house....see lots techkklar, rich city dwellers. Loud noise, all through "street". Giant kin guard door, clutch go rear. At rear, two like Holdrus take dead long-ear kin to alley. Holdrus get down, get dead on shoulder. Jackals get there, clutch kill. Jackals hide with trick, hide clutch ones. Not all. One ruin this one's gythka, we kill. Then, we go. That all."
"Warning: Not good thing, these talking hit things. Good hit thing only talk with edge, not own talk holes. Clutch should not get greedy; think-talk steel dangerous. Why listen this hit-thing? Why do this? Long-ears to kill, get ones get clutch. Talking hit things only danger, attract not good attention."
"It's in there. Another of the sentient....weapons....
We will soon be many men with steel teeth...We go back this very eve."
Near rest's end, what discomfort was caused among the sparse patrons by the party's daytime snooze in the public room is turned up to full alarm when Aso wakes screaming and in a panic--his weapons clatter to the floor.
Fumbling with the straps of the stiff leather codpiece of his new leather armour, he unleashes an erection of considerable size for such a small being, sighing at the release.
Looking up and around, "He f...f...f...frackin' said I c...c...c...could sleep in this...ACK!... s...s...sleep in this s...s...stuff."
He flicks it a few times as everyone looks on in astonishment.
"That c...c...c...clunt! It f...f...frackin' hurts."
Are you....diseased?
Are you....diseased?
Nyet.