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Post by browwiw on Nov 14, 2006 21:09:02 GMT -5
Koyle frowned as Snerak's wolf loped back with the Halfling in its jaws. He had been aiming for the little ruffian's spine. No matter, Koyle groused silently as he replaced his bow in its scabbard, the same result was achieved.
Picking up his dropped sword, Koyle overheard the impatient guards and the irritated edge to the changeling's voice. Legal entanglements were best avoided if they were going to finish this quest. Furthermore, a night in the city dungeons wasn't going to put any coin in his belt pouch.
""Got in the way'?" Koyle demanded, affecting his best lord-in-his-court voice. "I do believe we pulled your amorphous bacon from the fire! Is the city of Sharn so decadently cosmopolitan that it is now a crime to come to the aid of what at least appears to be a lone woman in distress?"
=-=-=-=-= Regen: 3 red stones Energy: 7/9 Health: 3/3
Action 1: 3 into Social Skills [- Nobility] to sound like, well, an irritated noble.
Energy: 4/9 Health: 3/3
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Post by dorkknight23 on Nov 15, 2006 4:03:16 GMT -5
"But it should be a crime to interrupt in a Council preceding-"
"Enough, Xil."
Councilwoman Potellas, the ravishing redhead the changeling had been copying (quite competently, you must admit,) enters from a nearby hiding place. The guards look surprised.
She looks at you, "These, adventurers, have done well. The Boromars will know, in the future, that I won't be such an easy target for intimidation. I will assume responsibility for this."
"But Councilwoman..."
"Don't worry. I'll grease the wheels of the Sharan beauracracy. The paperwork will flow like the Dagger River itself. Now leave us be."
The guards move on to more pressing matters.
"Greetings, I am Savis Potellas, Councilwoman for Lower Menthis," and, Koyle knows, owner of Savia's, one of the higher-end brothers in the City of Towers, "I thank you all for your aid in saving my bodyguard from the Boromar assassins, but I am afraid we have much to discuss. Things are much more complex than they seem."
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Post by GhostKnight on Nov 18, 2006 12:48:41 GMT -5
Maybe she was protecting them, maybe she needed them, but either way to be on service of one of the wealthy has its benefits.
"More exactly what are we going to discuss? if I can ask"
Brizza, even if interested in the answer, avoids direct sight of the woman. It looks like the sight takes away most of her attention, but she is in all her senses focusing on this Potellas person.
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Post by Manticore on Nov 19, 2006 16:56:43 GMT -5
"Things are much more complex than they seem."
'Aren't they always?' muttered Jonelim, with a dry cackle. 'I must confess to disappointment. I was promised a quest of earth-shattering importance. Still, if the reward is right...?'
The question hung in the air. Jonelim fixed greedy eyes on the lady Potellas, until a sudden bout of coughing caused him to wrap his hands around his mouth, wracking his body with almost spasm-like intensity, weakening him to the extent that he had to lean on his staff, exhausted, when he had finished choking. He comforted himself with visions of great spell components and hordes of undead at his command. Soon it would all be his.
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Post by browwiw on Nov 19, 2006 17:35:02 GMT -5
Koyle sheathed his sword and inclined his head respectfully to Lady Potellas. He recognized her name if not her face. And it was passing fair...he would soon not forget it.
"Discuss away, my lady. I cannot speak speak for my companions, but Koyle Sellsword is at your service."
He could only hope that service would be rewarded with store credit.
=-=-=-=-=-= Refund: 3 red stones Regen: 3 red stones Energy: 9/9 Health: 3/3
Action 1: 3 into Social Skills [- nobility] to appear the perfect gentleman.
Defense: 3 (RD 2, Chain Shirt 1)
Energy: 6/9 Health: 4/4
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Post by pgholland on Nov 19, 2006 19:00:30 GMT -5
"What a surprise the landed take over the situation, nature demands her justice be meted out and suddenly things are complex. Things are never complex, merely as nature intended, you who value the material never understand that, because the material is unnatural. Of course, I'm sure that you'll rope us into some scheme or another, and you'll probably offer us 'enough gold to buy our future' won't you, so predictable."
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Action 1: Social Skills 2 (Indignant attitude) Action 2: None
Defence: +1 Armour
H:3 E:7
Skellios Health 3/3 Energy 6/9
Defense +1 (speed)
Health 3/3 Energy 6/9
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Post by dorkknight23 on Nov 22, 2006 3:39:14 GMT -5
“We should take someplace private. Follow me.”
You follow Councilwoman Potellas to a private room in a high-end inn, where more money was being spent than you likely ever will see. She waves, and sends Xil out, disguised as her, to go and make a scene and buy drinks.
“There we are. In my…everyday business dealings, I typically have to deal with less savory elements, such as the Boromar crime family, and the Tyrants gang. When they were passing legislature to increase funding to the City Guard, in a bid to end their grip on the lower cities. I was torn how to act, torn enough to have both groups wanting me dead. The Tyrants sent Xil to kill me, but I managed to…persuade him to my aid.
“He has managed to infiltrate the Boromars, and learn about something of great interest. A cache of goblin treasure buried underneath the city, dating back to the primordial past of Khorvaire itself. Such treasures are likely priceless, but you should be more than able. What I want is that the Boromars can keep these acquisitions out of their vaults, and know that I personally was responsible for it, to keep them respecting me and to make them think again before sending assassins after me again.
"You can keep anything you acquire down there. Should the vault be empty, I will recompense you…800 gold. Just for your trouble. All you need to do is accompany Xil, and make sure that the Boromars don’t make out with the goblin treasures. And, if you succeed, this could be the beginning of a continued…relationship. How does that sound?”
She pauses, and lets you take it all in. It is a lot of money.
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Post by shigoki on Nov 25, 2006 20:50:59 GMT -5
Alek could realy start to like this Councilwoman, cuning brave and didnt let her pride blind her judment. Mot importanly she was giving him a way to gain more name. Too bad she is human. And... there has to be more than just this. Its too god to be true. Alek showed concern about that last part, just for the sake of giving a some what feel to be interested... swalowing the bait and all.
The untill now silent tiefling spoke for the first time since the attack" ... and apart of that info, you wouldnt happen to have a map of this place?" It was aparent he was interesed, but he will find some info at the side, just to be on the safe side.
Alek Health 3/3 Energy 9/9
Social sk 3
Defense 2 (Reflex dodge 1 + armor 1) Magic resistance 2
Health 3/3 Energy 6/9
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Post by GhostKnight on Nov 25, 2006 23:42:00 GMT -5
Brizza removes her hat for a minute, she looks at it while walking with the rest. She doesn't loose the sight of the road or the others as there is a big hole at a side of it. She is calm and looks thoughtful as she plays with the numerous holes in her hat.
The words of the outsider makes sense to her, she looks at him on the corner of her eye. The outsider gets direct to the point, not wasting a single word, either a experienced adventurer or a greedy mercenary.
"You may count on me"
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Post by pgholland on Nov 26, 2006 5:32:46 GMT -5
"More time in the city. And worse than that it's filthy underbowels, you certainly know how to get the attention of a man of nature councilwoman" Snerak sneered before turning away. Skelios yapped at his master, then stood with one paw held out in the 'shake' position. Snerak stopped and looked at the wolf, "Well my friend, you are perceptive, I'll give you that. These underbowels," he turned to face the councilwoman, "You said they are filled with Goblins, correct? Those creatures are foul abominations to nature, created by the Daelkyr, I believe i may be able to help, this once."
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Post by Manticore on Nov 26, 2006 15:20:38 GMT -5
'Snerak. Your lips are moving and sound is coming out,' Jonelim observed. 'As prophetic omens go, that is never a good sign.' He coughed dryly.
'Any chance of an advance? Koff koff. Oh very well,' Jonelim finished as the councilwoman's face set in an expressionless mask. 'These others might have need of my magics in a quest such as this.'
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Post by browwiw on Nov 28, 2006 23:52:20 GMT -5
"Lady Councilwoman, I cannot speak for my erstwhile compatriots, but I shall undertake this endeavor. My sword is sharp and my armor sturdy. They are at your service."
He bowed to her as befit a woman of her position. With a flourish he took Potellas' hand and kissed her ring. Anything...anything!...to save the situation from Snerak's little outburst. Eight hundred gold pieces (quite literally more gold than a man could carry) at stake and the fool was railing at her in her own parlor.
Thank the gods that Koyle had learned to kiss noble ass early in life.
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Post by dorkknight23 on Nov 29, 2006 20:29:28 GMT -5
She regards each of their comments with the proper care:
“Unfortunately, the whole part of the undercity is poorly explored and mostly unmapped. You can expect to tread in chambers not since opened in hundreds or even thousands of years. You will get the entire sum upon completion of your task. I have had more than one instance of opportune ‘heroes’ taking their advance and running, rather having a bird in the hand than two in the bush.”
She smiles as Koyle tries to smooth over Snerak’s comments.
“I thought as much. I pray, however, that your swords, and your wits, be as sharp as they seemed out there. The place likely reeks of the Daelkyr, or worse yet, other things, best left unburied.”
Xil leads the way, the changeling since shifted to the form of a Halfling, dressed in simple drab garb best suited for sneaking. He (/she/it) keeps focused on business, seeming to dedicate little time talking to you.
You move past the soaring vista, down the cliffs, into the subterranean Cogs, and further, further. Nobody gives you most bother, those that attempt are flashed angry looks (or Council-sealed papers) by the Changeling and hurried along. Soon, you lose sight of people altogether. The ground is roughly but well hewn, and it’s warm here.
You see a gang of five Halflings here, leaning against the door. One of them casts a curious look at the lot of you.
“Remember, leave the talking to me,” the Changeling says quietly, and then begins speaking in Halfling to these small folk, who you likely suspect to be agents of the Boromars.
======== OOC: I'll give you guys a "reaction panel" and a few days to reply, and then, without any further objections, we'll open up the doors and get the dungeon a-rockin.
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Post by shigoki on Dec 2, 2006 14:22:21 GMT -5
I dont like it, but there has to be something to do... they didnt wait to start his, either they where on a skedule or what ever was in there was of the higest priority for her.
Alek just folowed, keeping an eye on the shangeling all the time, when she reminded them that she would deal with them it was likke a slap, but he let it pass for the moment, she was proud of her job. That didnt stop himfrom catalogin her languaje and posture to try to find what else was going on.
thieving 4 read her
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Post by Manticore on Dec 3, 2006 17:23:21 GMT -5
Jonelim lagged near the rear. His breath was a rapid coffin rattle, punctuated with the occasional cough. He was not in good shape, but there was definite power in his frail body. His stick rapped the ground as he walked. He stayed closest to Koyle. The fighter was the only one in this group who had come close to earning his respect. Still, the pay was good. Even if it meant putting up with fools like Snerak.
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