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Post by Madrius on Apr 11, 2012 20:50:21 GMT -5
This is a post to outline what happens with Trianna and Hargan before they meet up with the rest of a potential party.
My next post will be the first official post of this RP session. Please do not respond until I have done so.
Thanks!
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Post by Madrius on Apr 12, 2012 13:14:41 GMT -5
You find yourselves sitting in a seedy tavern called The Red Kank. On the front deck is a large sign in the shape of a kank, painted red. Several round tables fill the main room. The primary customers all seem to be elves, with the occasional dwarf and human. Here and there are halflings who are speaking and joking about a forest beyond the ringing mountains. Others overhearing these conversations scoff at the thought of a forest, saying things like "Two trees don't make a forest."
A few loners sit at the bar on the far side of the room. Two barmaids dressed scantily make rounds flirting with customers and getting drinks for regulars and those willing to tip well.
You notice from one direction of the bar are a few rougher looking elves who look like they've been to Draj and back that keep mentioning something about a "Face in the Stone."
[So what are Trianna and Hargan doing in The Red Kank?]
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Post by Hiroma Moliuvia on Apr 12, 2012 20:57:46 GMT -5
Hargan looks meaningfully at Trianna. Taking the hint, she stands up, adjusts her gown so that it hugs her curves seductively, and saunters her way over to the men with a lusty look on her face. She caresses the man who looks to be their leader upon the cheek, and breaths heavily into his ear, "You know... I just can't resist a man of the world... Tell me, brave adventurer, what travels have you been on recently?"
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Post by Madrius on Apr 12, 2012 21:53:03 GMT -5
An elf who seems to be the lead of the bunch looks Trianna up and down. He has a number of daggers tied to his leg and a bow strewn across his back. A hollowed out Thri-Kreen skull is being used as armor on his left shoulder, and bits of patchwork leather cover up his vital parts. His hair is tied tight back into a pony tail that sticks straight back from his head. On his face is a long scar that goes down to his neck, and he looks as though he lost a chunk of his lip, but it healed up, leaving him with his mouth slightly agape at all times. On his wrist is a tattoo of a roaring lion that looks like he's only had it for a week or so. Other tattoes of a more simplistic design litter the rest of his body and seem they've seen their fair share of sun.
He looks Trianna up and down with a smirk.
"Look 'ere boys! Human want's to hear about our travels. Human can't resist a man of the world!"
Suddenly his face goes sour
"Human think' she's talkin' to a man. What makes you think an Elf like me wans t' waste 'is time on a Human like you?"
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Post by Hiroma Moliuvia on Apr 12, 2012 22:40:04 GMT -5
Hargan walks over to the barkeep, and strikes up a conversation about "women these days having no class."
Trianna is making a bluff check 1d20 (12) + 8 = 20
Trianna says silkily "Well, you see, I'm from noble stock, and I've been told that I'm quite good at what I do... If you show me a little conversation, maybe I could show you my skills..."
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Post by Madrius on Apr 13, 2012 9:40:54 GMT -5
The barkeep looks to Hargan
"Heh, yeah. I don't mind so much. Folks like her keep it up business is bound to get better around here. Can I get you anything?"
The elf Trianna is dealing with furrows his brow and looks her in the eye for a few seconds, then leans back against the table, extending his very long legs into a relaxed pose. Now with a smirk on his face:
"Well, missy. What do you want to know?"
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Post by Hiroma Moliuvia on Apr 13, 2012 14:32:34 GMT -5
Trianna says "What were you saying about a stone with a face? That sounds amazing..." Whereas Hargan says "You have any good steak? If so, I'll take it medium rare. If you can get Inix steak, I'd greatly appreciate it, and be willing to pay a little extra."
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Post by Madrius on Apr 13, 2012 22:55:43 GMT -5
"Certainly, One Inix steak, medium rare! That will be 2 SP in ceramic. Please wait while we cook your meal, and if you need anything else just let me know."
[For the record, I would like you to keep track of all consumables, including arrows, money, trail rations etc...]
To Trianna:
"Well, that's a tale! Us raid...erm... Us elves here were passin' through an area northeast o' Tyr when we came across a great big movin' fortress. Huge! Bigger 'an any Mekillot wagon ye's ever seen! The thing was walkin'. Anyways, this guy, dressed up in some of the finest clothing you'd e'er see. He had gold rings, real gold rings! If it wern' fer his numbers I'd have real gold rings."
with that comment he gets a large grin on his face, exaggerating the scar on his mouth, and then he leans forward
"Enyways, he said there's a ruin called 'The Face in the Stone' an' that he had some scouts that died lookin' fer it, some unnatural death. Foul play. He said it housed a crown of some dead n' gone god. Well, this fella ain't the only one lookin' fer it. House Shom has been passin' out these handbills with writin' and such on em. Only a defiler would know what they said, but I hear they're askin fer someone to bring 'em the treasure in exchange fer some big reward. Heh! Who's goin' ta turn over a find like that?"
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Post by Hiroma Moliuvia on Apr 13, 2012 23:21:51 GMT -5
She says "Is that all you can tell me? No more information? No... valiant tales?"
Meanwhile, Hargan keeps a wary eye on her, knowing how these types can be.
[Off the record, I always keep track. ESPECIALLY in the Dark Sun.]
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Post by Madrius on Apr 14, 2012 7:49:40 GMT -5
"Heh, valiant tales."
He extends a leg and pats on his thigh
"take a seat and I'll see what I kin muster from th' 'istory books."
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Post by Hiroma Moliuvia on Apr 14, 2012 12:54:39 GMT -5
Realizing that this man's usefulness had come to it's end, she sneered at him and said "I think not. Where was this Face in the Stone?"
Seeing things reaching a critical stage, Hargan makes sure to stay within [1sq] of the innkeep.
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Post by Madrius on Apr 14, 2012 21:38:44 GMT -5
"what? ye think yer goin' out there all on yer own? Death wish, missy. Noble girl like you prolly ain't seen what it's like past these big walls 'round Tyr. Kalak keeps you safe..."
He pauses, and looks at his tattoo of a lion, and looks back up with a new attitude that seems as though he is ready for you to leave
"Like I said. If ye' want t' know more, I recommend talkin' to House Shom. We ran into the walkin' fortress northeast a Tyr about five days out."
As he finishes saying this, the smell of fresh off the fires Inix steak with a side of fried root vegetables is placed infront of Hargan.
"Enjoy!"
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Post by Hiroma Moliuvia on Apr 14, 2012 22:26:03 GMT -5
Hargan nods, takes his steak, and gives it to Trianna as she approaches him. He then reaches into his pack, and removes a trail ration to eat. She begins giving him the information she acquired.
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Post by Madrius on Apr 14, 2012 22:41:57 GMT -5
[Keep this in mind. I am basing a lot of what information I give you on your passive perception and insight. If you ever want more information on a specific detail let me know and I will let you know the appropriate roll for it. Also, if you would like you can play both characters in the case that we don't get enough players in a reasonable amount of time. I'm shooting to have 5 PCs in this game, but will accept 4 or 6.]
The elves that Trianna was near are now huddled in, looking back at Hargan and herself periodically. Aside from that everything else seems the be business as usual at the Red Kank.
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Post by Hiroma Moliuvia on Apr 14, 2012 22:59:05 GMT -5
Hargan keeps his hand near his longsword the entire time that he is eating.
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Post by Madrius on Apr 15, 2012 1:01:51 GMT -5
Trianna comes to finish her meal and the elves don't seem to make any moves in your direction. How long will the two of you stay in the tavern? and if you leave where do you head?
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Post by Hiroma Moliuvia on Apr 15, 2012 1:15:32 GMT -5
I will answer your question with a question. What time is it, presently? As well, what are theelven dune-rabble doing?
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Post by Madrius on Apr 15, 2012 1:24:44 GMT -5
Mid afternoon and the rabble are drinking, and seem to be playing a game of sorts involving ceramic pieces.
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Post by Hiroma Moliuvia on Apr 15, 2012 14:25:37 GMT -5
In that case, after finishing their food, Trianna and Hargan follow the rabble's directions, while watching for an ambush.
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Post by Madrius on Apr 15, 2012 18:47:39 GMT -5
As you finish eating you wait to see if the elf rabble leaves. Some hours pass, and they become louder and more obnoxious. Occasionally one leaves the table to relieve himself. The sun sets, and once it is completely dark outside the lamps are lit and the place cools off a bit.
The elf Trianna spoke with some hours ago approaches the two, considerably more drunk than the last encoutner with him.
"Look lady... You and yer friend'v been starin' at us fine elf folk long enough. The two of ye'r up ta somthin. What be it?!"
He puts his hand on the hilt of a dagger, and the other elves slowly stand from their seats, looking in your direction.
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