*cluck* Mammals just plain wierd *tsktakurrrrrk* <watches to see if this is some type of ritual or manhood ceremony she has heard tale of among bipeds>
;)
For some reason, Schenker speeds up to an excited trot, to get back to the hotel.
"Hrrrmmm.....wonder what's happerning."
Did I find arrows? How much?
Did he wish in the other hand?
Har har....ha har har....
Did I find arrows? How much?
How much is a silver house coin, and my jewelry worth?
I want 20 arrows more, but I think my bunson's more valuable.
Or,....do I know?
How much is a silver house coin, and my jewelry worth?
right on:
Bought 40 arrows for the birdlady.
how many arrows does a quiver hold?
right on...I'll hold em a while; look for a good market unless I get's hungry.
how many arrows does a quiver hold?
well, with all the arrows shenker has given me; what we have recovered and found; I now have quite a few. I would like my quiver to be a waist mount since I dont wear a sword; can it hold about 40? will tie they rest in cloth and padding at my back.
also, here are the spells kha chik currently had memorized:
0 level (mystic ranger list)
create water 2 gallons/level (6 gallons)
purify food and drink/ 1cu ft per level (3cu ft)
light - as a torch
1 level
arrow mind; Cadv 143, immediate action; bow threatens hexes like melee
Magic Fang +1 to natural attacks
Camouflage, +10 to hide CDiv pg 157 or Uad pg 56
2 level
Cure light wounds; 1d8 +3/level max +5
Barkskin; +2 natural ac; +1 per level after 3rd
Cat's Grace; +4 dex.
Aso does it on the loud mouthed dagger. Bring it on!
I would like my quiver to be a waist mount since I dont wear a sword; can it hold about 40? will tie they rest in cloth and padding at my back.
"C'mon, Radik,....they're havin' fun. Quit dawdling, you kank!"
Unmasked, Illyen beckons Zuko and MalaKi to the table he shares with Faindrac.
“Let me buy you a drink and we’ll catch up on everything that has happened recently.”
As Radik and Shenker return to the hotel, they detect an unbearable stench wafting down from above them.
When the weapons currently carried by Radik witness the injustice Aso has wrought on their sister, they begin to shriek for his death by the most painful means possible.
Outside of Iz Z’tal, the kreen note the wind appears to be picking up.
** spoiler omitted **
I've seen some vile ones in my day.
And then, I saw a dude pissing on the side of the dining hall - not twenty feet away from a restroom. What the f++&? I said as much, and his reply was "we're camping, aren't we?" Moron.
As Radik and Shenker return to the hotel, they detect an unbearable stench wafting down from above them.
When the weapons currently carried by Radik witness the injustice Aso has wrought on their sister, they begin to shriek for his death by the most painful means possible.
"Your sister is lost. The dog shall feel your wrath soon enough."
Radik aims a kick at the halfling, but Aso darts out of the way.
well, all this screaming is likely to bring some investigators; so I go to update the two big bugs on guard with the other pc's then return
I say in thrikreen "little Azo is leaving spoor on the spirit weapons; they are enraged and screaming; Chaos is likely result with probable investigation by authorities to the disturbance; must get back in case of trouble; how far along are things here?
"hr hrr hr hrr hrrr...."
"hrrmm...."
After a moment of thought, Faindriac attempts to smile, and succeeds enough that he isn't actually frowning. He seconds Illyen's wave to Zuko.
"You'll have to forgive me my, surprise. We were all a bit addled when we escaped. And the fact that you disappeared so swiftly afterwards brought suspicions of collusion. Although logic dictates that a plant was not required as they kept us drugged and under coercion the entire time. I am called Faindriac."
"I am most pleased that you managed to not only catch up to the remaining reprobates that imprisoned us so, but also to exact revenge. Though I confess that I was looking forward to participating in that particular exercise. I imagine that it is quite a tale, and I hope to have time to enjoy it later. In the meantime, if you wish to rejoin the group, personally I hold no ill will towards you and will welcome you back. But I should warn you that we seem to have gotten involved in something,... convoluted. We are actually here hoping to meet someone. For a moment I thought you were he."
Skarsnikt shakes his antennas in disbelief at the aaracockra's news. "Softshell Aso truly act like hatchling. He no realise power of angry ghosts? This most distressing. Here, nothing happen. Elder softshell try hire we kreen for job; however, we refuse. We need no job."
He pauses for a few seconds. "Now wind increase, storm possibly come. Fly carefully back toward new hive."
So much for that security deposit....
MalaKi joins Faindriac and Illyen_Ven'dreth at the table. “Greetings,” is all he says. Mentally he asks Mistress Sable to share anything she knows about the elf.
I've seen some vile ones in my day.
** spoiler omitted **
I see a lot of that in China. Billion people, no free public restrooms. Guess what happens?
As the wind picks up and no delicious elves seem to be walking around outside the bar, Kirrish goes back in and stands near everyone else. The look he levels at Ilyen is as inscrutable as his multi-faceted eyes.
So much for that security deposit....
The flight takes a little longer than before, due to a strong headwind. Conditions appear to be worsening rapidly, and Kirrish has retreated indoors (though Skarsnikt remains outside to converse with). Worried vendors begin shuttering their stalls.
"Your sister is lost. The dog shall feel your wrath soon enough."
Illyen sends an inscrutable nod towards the Thri-Kreen, although he greets MalaKi warmly.
“Ah yes, Faindrac, that was it. My apologies. Hmm, there was someone here earlier, an impatient man constantly watching the door. Tall human, scarred face, beard? Apparently he tired of waiting as he said something to the bar master and then stormed out.”
“I’ve been trying to get in touch with a few old contacts I had in the city, but the tribes I knew who could be trusted not to betray me without at least a fair payout first have all been run off or subsumed by a new tribe, the Dust Runners. I have some limited means thanks to our captors, but I wouldn’t mind being part of the tribe once more, however strange our makeup.”
The wind begins to fling grit into your faces and tear at the tie-downs of the hotel flaps. The skyline disappears in a sea of brown. Leaning into the wind and struggling, people below begin to scurry for shelter
"Your sister is lost. The dog shall feel your wrath soon enough."
"C...c...c...can I have it?"
<Eyes the feces caked dagger. Tries to think of worse things he can do to it.>
Tries to think of worse things he can do to it.>
"L...L...Lady Onyx? Th... th... th... thought you was g...g...g...gonna wash the w...w...walls with my b...b...b...blood? L...l...l...looks like you the one n...n...n...needs washing."
Illyen sends an inscrutable nod towards the Thri-Kreen, although he greets MalaKi warmly.
“Ah yes, Faindrac, that was it. My apologies. Hmm, there was someone here earlier, an impatient man constantly watching the door. Tall human, scarred face, beard? Apparently he tired of waiting as he said something to the bar master and then stormed out.”
“I’ve been trying to get in touch with a few old contacts I had in the city, but the tribes I knew who could be trusted not to betray me without at least a fair payout first have all been run off or subsumed by a new tribe, the Dust Runners. I have some limited means thanks to our captors, but I wouldn’t mind being part of the tribe once more, however strange our makeup.”
Faindriac smiles wryly. "Yes. If the saying 'Politics make strange bedfellows' is true, then we must be the most political beings in the world. I have given you my answer. But I am not the only one who gets a vote." He says with a nod towards Zuko, Malaki and the Kreen.
"However, I suggest we continue this discussion elsewhere. If that was our contact, and he felt the need to depart, then I see no reason to tarry here. Excuse me a moment." Faindriac rises to his feet and carries his drink to the bar. "Excuse me barmaster. I was supposed to meet someone here. A tall human with a scarred face and beard. Has he been here yet?"
The man behind the counter sizes you up briefly before replying, “The fidgety one…Larcos, was it? Yes, he did leave a message. Very important too, from the sound of it.”
The man waits a moment, coughs a clipped, possibly fake cough, then looks off into the distance at nothing.
The storm outside increases in power. The biting sand begins to make it difficult even for Skarsnikt to remain outside the tavern. Two passersby rush headlong into the Kreen in their hurry to gain cover, apologizing as they scramble indoors. Patrons begin to look outside the tavern's single wax-skin window with worried expressions.
“Something strange brewing,” one of them comments.
“The walls will protect the city from any danger,” says another.
“Lord I wish that dwarf would shut up,” remarks a third, head down on the table and late in his cups.
The great horns of Raam ring out several times in quick succession, though it is not the end of day.
Knowledge Local DC 10:
The dwarf chuckles to himself about the “dark power of Hamanu” and begins to play even louder.
MalaKi follows Faindriac to the bar. After Faindriac finishes speaking to the bar keeper MalaKi silently slides a ceramic coin across the counter.
EDIT: Whoops. To late.
EDIT: MalaKi slides the coin after the barkeep coughs.
"However, I suggest we continue this discussion elsewhere.
“Agreed, though maybe we should wait out the storm? Strange, the walls usually restrain this sort of thing.”
Taking another small sip of the tavern’s excellent malt, small sips being almost second nature given the miniscule size of the glasses and large expense of the brew, Illyen says, “I’ve been hearing a lot of news about a new faction in the city. Crazed foreigners with powerful weapons of metal that kill on a whim and attack the nobles at night. I bet if we could track them down there are enough of us to convince them to share the wealth!”