Anya meanwhile tears herself away from the conversation as Yarden makes to leave, leaving her other half to talk with Somos.
"I'm curious.. are there any differences in my scents?" She enquires
"Yes, they are different. Not as different as yours and Yarden's scent. You and you sister are much closer than other humans I have encountered. It helps when coming across someone who is disguised if you know the person's scent. It is much harder to disguise a person's scent. It's one of the lessons I learned in the war college.
Come, let's catch up to the others. We can talk about it more if you like while we walk."
Ragpickers Lane was bordering on the area used by the laundress’ guild. (There’s plenty of dirty laundry involved, but nobody’s washing anything.) Any actual clothes washing that gets done happens here. There is also a brisk business in used clothing, generally scavenged off the recently deceased. What can’t be mended or remade and resold is sold to the papermakers’ guild. It’s not much of a living, but better than nothing. The lane is filled with ragged children of several races. Crisscrossing lines of dripping laundry hang overhead, blocking most of the light. A greasily hopeful man with a handcart brightens as he sees you.
“Rat on a stick! Best rat on a stick in the whole Ward! Sure, an you look like folks of means. Wouldn’t you like to be trying Hopeless’s famous rat on a stick?”
Blind Man’s Alley was the official home of the Beggar’s Guild. You’ve never seen so many maimed and afflicted personages in all your life. Which is especially interesting when they sometimes change affliction mid-stride as they change their minds about what might be the best choice today. The tenements here aren’t as tall as is common in other areas, rarely rising higher than three stories. There are also many tents and shanties along the street, although that is a term that can only be used loosely here. The small walkway that is left is barely wide enough for two to walk through at once, and is more comfortably walked single file.
“I don’t suppose ye’d have a spare coin fer an ol’ sailor what can’t sail nae more?” a ‘blind’ man asks piteously rattling his cup as you approach.
"Careful, these ones'll rob you blind if you aren't looking."
Yarden sneers disdainfully at the man holding out the Rat-on-a-Stick.
"I wouldn't eat that filth if it was the last thing in Chance." She jerks her thumb in Somos' direction. "Try him"
“I don’t suppose ye’d have a spare coin fer an ol’ sailor what can’t sail nae more?” a ‘blind’ man asks piteously rattling his cup as you approach.
"Of course," answers Father Timmis taking out a couple of copper pieces and dropping them in the proferred cup. "It must be terrible for you - not being able to sail any more. Were you in the city navy? Crewing a merchant's vessel?"
Harden invokes leaps & bounds upon himself, giving himself more agility. (+6 on acrobatics checks)
Putting his around around Savrial's shoulder's he gives her a squeeze, "Can't be too careful. I've heard about the Beggar's Guild. Haven't ever been down here, but seems you can make a good living at it if you can handle the life."
He waves off the "blind" begger. "Not today sir."
"hah. It isn't filth.
I'll take 2.
How much?
Anyone else want one?"
"hah. It isn't filth.
I'll take 2.
How much?Anyone else want one?"
Hopeless beams at you, revealing crooked, but surprisingly healthy teeth. "That'll be two coppers apiece, my fine friend. A real connosieur of fine quality victuals you are, I can tell, and I do hope ye'll be enjoying them."
They smell quite tasty, and are probably the only truly fresh meat obtainable in this sections of town.
Father Timmis sighs sadly.
"Perhaps you could put such tale-spinning to good use," he counsels the beggar reproachfully. "Earn yourself an honest living, maybe learn to play an instrument. There's always demand for bards and other entertainers - when the time is right people willingly pay for lies and tall tales."
"Make it three then."
Somos hands him a silver and takes a bite (biting the meat in half).
"You keep the change. These are pretty good."
To the girls, "You want to try a bite?"
To the cook, "Thanks cooker. You'll see me again."
Liandra glances over at the old priest with a growing respect. "Keep your eyes open, lots of folks around here are a lot more direct than this one"
"Keep your eyes open, lots of folks around here are a lot more direct than this one"
Father Timmis nods his understanding, before offering a wry smile. "My eyes are sharp enough, I'm sure I'll spot my share of miscreants," he grins. "It's catching them that might be the problem. I'm not as fit as I used to be."
As he moves away from the beggar, he self-consciously adjusts the straps on his armor. "I dont know how people move around in all this metal." he complains to himself.
Identical shakes of the head come from both twins at the offer from Somos. "I've already eaten" They both chime in perfect unison.
Savrial doesn't pull away from harden but tenses slightly.
she keeps her eyes constantly peeled as she follows the others
"Make it three then."
Somos hands him a silver and takes a bite (biting the meat in half).
"You keep the change. These are pretty good."To the girls, "You want to try a bite?"
To the cook, "Thanks cooker. You'll see me again."
Hopeless chortles with glee. "Thank ye kindly guv'nor, and if there's ever any way old Hopeless can be of service to ye, well, don't be hesitating to ask."
"I might take you up on that. Be safe Hopeless."
Somos walks away with the girls eating his rat sticks.
Harden laughs at Timmis' statement, "That's why you won't get me in anything more than my leathers. Of course, it does mean you'll be able to take a bit more of a hit, if it would happen of course."
Harden checks around the area as they walk.
Perception= 4 (1d20 + 3) (1+3=4)
Liandra grins at her teammates' banter. 1d20+6=20
To the girls, "You want to try a bite?"
The look Yarden gives Somos could wither a flower, but all she does is shake her head and turn around to survey the area around them. Let the others make friends, she'll be ready to kill... err... disable them once they decide to stab us in the back.
Blind Man's Alley:
Up ahead of you there is a ruckus as two beggars are doing their utmost to try and kill each other. One of them is trying to strangle the other, while the other is bashing his would-be killer in the head with a metal bowl. There is a lot of screeching, but no discernible words at this point.
Ragpicker's Lane:
A kobold comes running down the street begging loudly for help. He is being chased by three young men who look like gang thugs.
Blind Man's Alley:
Up ahead of you there is a ruckus as two beggars are doing their utmost to try and kill each other. One of them is trying to strangle the other, while the other is bashing his would-be killer in the head with a metal bowl. There is a lot of screeching, but no discernible words at this point.
"You there!" calls Father Timmis, hurrying forward toward the disturbance. "Let's have none of that! What's this all about - what's going on?" As he moves towards the two beggars, face a mask of concern, he leaves his weapons sheathed - holding out his empty hands in a placating gesture.
As he rushes forward, Father Timmis is tripped by one of the onlookers, who grins.
"Can't let yer interrupt a good show now." he snickers.
As he rushes forward, Father Timmis is tripped by one of the onlookers, who grins.
"Can't let yer interrupt a good show now." he snickers.
Stumbling and nearly ending spread-eagled on the road, Father Timmis frowns at the one who tripped him.
"Careful friend," he warns, "those who stand by and let others be bullied will find there's no-one there to help them when they need it most."
Liandra ratchets her crossbow loudly standing in the middle of the alley with the weapon trained on those assembled and shouts,"Stop immediately or consider yourselves under arrest! You two on the ground! The rest of you disperse!"
The noise of the racket up ahead grab's Harden's attention. Seeing the fight, he drops his arm away from Savrial and draws his club unobtrusively, letting it hang in hand by his side.
He stops quickly to help up Timmis. "Careful," he mutters to the cleric, "There are more of them than us. Wouldn't do to start a riot on our first day."
He shoots a whithering glare at person who tripped Timmis. "You might want to not interfere with the law, my man," Harden growls.
He hears Liandra shout and gets ready to back up the elf after Timmis is back on his feet.
"Girls, please check on the little to see if he is ok. Yarden, you're with me."
Somos will let the kobold pass him then step in between him and the 3 thugs. "Ok, boys enough of that!" He yells and spreading his arms out as to block them from going past while drawing his blade.
"Yarden, you're with me."
Yarden smiles cruelly as the kobold runs past and she also steps out in front of the thugs with Somos, totally blocking their access to the little runner.
She appears to be unarmed, but as the thugs watch, cruel claws suddenly grow from the ends of her fingers and her eyes become a blazing red.Intimidate Check. (1d20+7=25)
Savrial stays silent watching the men with an icy glare. she did not draw a weapon, and stood behind the others
Thanking Harden as he is helped to his feet, Father Timmis moves up to stand close behind Liandra, also readying his mace in case it will be needed.
Still unsure in his new role, he also reaches into his pocket and fishes out his watchman badge, waving it around uncertainly to anyone who may be interested in checking his credentials.
Ragpicker's Lane:
Perception DC 20
Two of the gang members hesitate at Yarden's threat, but the leader gives a bloodcurdling yell and runs headlong at Somos, dagger drawn. He misses wildly hitting the wall with a thud before whirling around to try and fight some more.
Blind Man's Alley:
The crowd draws back, muttering suspiciously as the watch you, but the two combatants are still too focused on removing each other from their mortal existence to even notice what's going on around them. A few of the beggars spit in your general direction before moving off, glaring resentfully at you.
Liandra fires at the one that seems the closest to killing the other, 1d20+7=26, 1d10+1=5
"I said HALT!!!"
Perception Check. (1d20+2=3)
Initiative. (1d20+3=7)
Leaving Somos to deal with the bravo, Yarden takes a menacing step towards the two who hesitated, raising her claws and licking her lips.
Liandra fires at the one that seems the closest to killing the other, 1d20+7=26, 1d10+1=5
"I said HALT!!!"
The man who was trying to strangle the other falls over unconscious, but the other man continues to beat him with his metal bowl as if he were unaware that his opponent has fallen.
The man who was trying to strangle the other falls over unconscious, but the other man continues to beat him with his metal bowl as if he were unaware that his opponent has fallen.
Frowning at the man's continued assault on the fallen beggar, Father Timmis steps forward slightly, his hands making a subtle gesture as he murmurs a prayer to Irori.
The second combatant stops in mid-swing still trying to hit his fallen opponent, halted by Father Timmis's spell. His eyes are glazed and wild and he seems unaware of his current surroundings.
"For the last time, disperse IMMEDIATELY!!"
Smiling gently Anya steps forward with an open and calming demeanor, opening her arms a little to the frightened kobold. "Shh, it's alright, we're here to help. Please tell us what happened" She declares in a soothing tone.
Elya stands herself near her counterpart, ready to make a grab for the kobold if he doesn't stop but at the same time endeavours to look as friendly and helpful as possible.
Attack and damage (1d20+8=20, 2d6+6=11) Non-lethal damage.
Harden steps up next to Liandra, mentally making a note to never piss the elf off.
Holding his club in his right hand, he raises his left as if to cast a spell shouting, "Ya'll heard the lady, get on to your homes or whatever business you have. This is over!"
He waggles his finger as if he is starting to cast a spell. Which, being a warlock, he isn't, but he hopes they don't realize that.
"For the last time, disperse IMMEDIATELY!!"
And old beggar woman chuckles dryly. "Lady, this is as dispersed as things get around here. You see lots of places for folks to go right about now? We live out here on the street, most of us. The uppity ups in the guild are the only ones what get to live indoors."
Smiling gently Anya steps forward with an open and calming demeanor, opening her arms a little to the frightened kobold. "Shh, it's alright, we're here to help. Please tell us what happened" She declares in a soothing tone.
The kobold shrinks back against the wall, watching Anya and Elya fearfully.
"I didn't mean no harm. I swear," it squeaks, eyes wide with terror.