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Post by Attilius on Jan 22, 2024 2:38:36 GMT
He motions for Coden and the others to scoot closer... if space permits, Attilius joins the group, if not, the floor and a wall to lean against will suffice |
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Post by DM Bob on Jan 22, 2024 23:59:56 GMT
The defeated mul shuffles off to the back, head down. He grabs a jug on the way out.
The goliath hardly fits in sitting and gets a light ribbing from the assembled guests.
The gith rasp out a reply to Niachi. "The ruinsss? We stays away froms those. Those tasty dwarfs go theres. If nots for the pitch," One points to the tar sticking an obsidian head to it's spear, "...we'dsa eaten thems a longs time ago." The other nods in agreement as they sit back down to their libations.
The two dwur introduce themselves to Quila. "We're the Gohdan brothers. Of course we'll accept your drink. But after that, we talk business and prices, eh?"
The second, shorter dwarf brother grins. "You're obviously heading out to the ruins or spies. Why should we trust you? Or better yet, how much you got ta spend? Fancy looking clothes and strong allies you've got. I smell gold."
The taller dwarf sniffs as if to exemplify that comment. All *you* can smell is smoke & char.
"I smell it too. It ain't silver, that's for certain."
A few the elves ears perk up nearby for those who are paying attention.
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Post by Niachi on Jan 23, 2024 6:25:36 GMT
Gith #1 said:
Niachi grunts in reply, takes another swig along with his new drinking scoundrels. He looks to Atillius and Coden:
"Hmm. Dwarves and hot tar. Some combo, eh?"
From his peripheral vision he sees Quila's boot start to tap the floor slowly, quietly under her table at what the younger dwur said to her. She sure knows how to spymaster. He only catches the last part:
He pretends to take another swig while glancing around the room, catching the elven group's interest. Elf ears twitch just a bit (easy to miss) when gold is mentioned.)
"Let's watch Q handle these guys, backup if needed. And where's our artist and Scrye?"
He finishes his mug with a happy sigh. Every drink might be his last. Enjoy it! And now his hands are free to be closer to his weapons or to do some hoodoo mojo bangbang.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2024 16:25:24 GMT
Chat'cho is very confused by all of these happenings.
"All it took to conxhince the dra that we are worth talking to was to rexheal that one oxh our numm*er ha*ens to *e a*le to endure a great deal oxh *unishmment? Strange. It seemms that only accomm*lished warriors are res*ected here. This mmust *e a dangerous *lace, ixh only the strongest can *e counted on to surxhixhe."
Not really understanding much of sleeper customs, she stays near the door and the others of her kind.
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Post by Quila Oris (John M.) on Jan 23, 2024 22:08:32 GMT
The two dwur introduce themselves to Quila. "We're the Gohdan brothers. Of course we'll accept your drink. But after that, we talk business and prices, eh?" Quila raises a finger in a 'hold that thought' meaning, rises, goes up to the bar to get three mugs of broy, and comes back to the table, this time sitting down at the table while dispensing the mugs to the dwarves as if she used to work as a barmaid somewhere back in the day. "Well met brothers. Accept this drink. I am Quila."The second, shorter dwarf brother grins. "You're obviously heading out to the ruins or spies. Why should we trust you? Or better yet, how much you got ta spend? Fancy looking clothes and strong allies you've got. I smell gold." The taller dwarf sniffs as if to exemplify that comment. All *you* can smell is smoke & char. "I smell it too. It ain't silver, that's for certain." A few the elves ears perk up nearby for those who are paying attention. She turns up her nose and inhales a few times, continuing, "Ah yes, indeed, the hearty good smell of acrid smokes and burning flames, you must be enterpreneurs indeed. Dwarves that appreciate superior protection of their business with no questions asked as long as one doing the protection gets transported eastward. I am sure we can reach an upon an exchange of services. Any difference in value we can talk about how to take care of that, but I think it's a waste of time to speculate about what my smell indicates when your own smell reeks of a steady profit too."(OOC: Quila will try and Contact/ESP one of the brothers to read their surface thoughts as she sits there discussing with them and drinking a drink. Contact rolled an 18 needed 15-20, so Power Score result there--not that that does much with Contact; for ESP I rolled 16 needed 19-20, so success there as well.) |
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Post by DM Bob on Jan 23, 2024 22:32:14 GMT
While you present a very diverse group, the fact that the new owner has been humbled so hideously has kept most of the motley crew of patrons from saying anything too uncouth, even with a flea-prone tari and a pair of possibly elf eating kreen in your pack.
The dirty brothers dwur reply.
"We do good business here an' sell to the Nibs. Shom has done us well every month we visit, that's for sure. And the gith? They even keep us safe from most threats, since we gift 'em a portion o' tar every time we come through."
This lead dwur, who just spoke, is thinking that there is still a lot to fear on the road back to the tar pits near the ruins and could use a few guards. You seem like a possible threat though.
The second dwur, the non-ESPed one, adds, "E'ry one knows that we're the only ones going to and fro by land here. None of tha silt cap'ns want to get too near. This is the closest most venture to escape the grasp of the Caller."
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Post by AthasianLaborer on Jan 23, 2024 22:50:29 GMT
'Muiko stays near to Attilius and Chat'cho, keeping his eyes peeled for Nendo. "Keep watch for that spicy Z'tal, uh, Nando was it? I am not sure that he won't return angry. A humiliation that thorough has no doubt fostered resentment."
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Post by Quila Oris (John M.) on Jan 23, 2024 23:17:22 GMT
The dirty brothers dwur reply. "We do good business here an' sell to the Nibs. Shom has done us well every month we visit, that's for sure. And the gith? They even keep us safe from most threats, since we gift 'em a portion o' tar every time we come through." This lead dwur, who just spoke, is thinking that there is still a lot to fear on the road back to the tar pits near the ruins and could use a few guards. You seem like a possible threat though. The second dwur, the non-ESPed one, adds, "E'ry one knows that we're the only ones going to and fro by land here. None of tha silt cap'ns want to get too near. This is the closest most venture to escape the grasp of the Caller." When Quila comes back with another round of drinks, she offers, "I don't know how you normally vet folk before you hire on guards. We are more than capable and willing to act as guards if you are willing to bring us to or as near as can be, to the ruins. We are determined to get there, it is the focus of our group. We have vowed to travel there to solve a problem. Please tell me friend, how can I gain your trust or at least be perceived as presenting you with a sound business opportunity and not be considered, however unlikely, as a threat. With such a perception against me, that would wound my pride. Do I need to talk to your urhomous (dwarven elder) and prove myself?"Quila tries to convince both of the dwarves and uses her charm and wits to do so, including the usage of typical dwarven words that convey cultural meaning (determination, focus, pride, vow, etc.). If she knows of a tale or story to share that would ingratiate her to the dwarves from the training she received as a spymaster of Kurn (part of the Wisdom of the Drylanders) she will talk of that as well. (OOC: Do I need to influence their reactions by rolling charisma?) |
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Post by DM Bob on Jan 24, 2024 2:32:17 GMT
"While the drinks are great, ya gonna need to pay for information. We might be interested in having you about... but you know what they say..."
He's thinking he needs a gold to tell you the truth, that the Caller only affects those who use the Will and the Way within the grounds of the ruins. I wonder if they'll pay for a map through the pits?
Meanwhile his brother completes the sentence. "Metal talks; promises walks."
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Post by Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP] on Jan 24, 2024 16:58:26 GMT
- The Tari just listens, avoiding contact to escape friction, like any two sylex rocks could generate when clashed.. Sparks only..
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Post by Attilius on Jan 24, 2024 18:50:22 GMT
'Muiko stays near to Attilius and Chat'cho, keeping his eyes peeled for Nendo. "Keep watch for that spicy Z'tal, uh, Nando was it? I am not sure that he won't return angry. A humiliation that thorough has no doubt fostered resentment." |
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Post by Quila Oris (John M.) on Jan 24, 2024 23:43:14 GMT
"While the drinks are great, ya gonna need to pay for information. We might be interested in having you about... but you know what they say..." He's thinking he needs a gold to tell you the truth, that the Caller only affects those who use the Will and the Way within the grounds of the ruins. I wonder if they'll pay for a map through the pits? Meanwhile his brother completes the sentence. "Metal talks; promises walks." Quila slowly puts her hand into the body of her leather upper bodice, putting two fingers into one of her stitched pockets on the inside and pilfers out one gold of Tyrian minting and puts it in her fist. She holds her hand in the center of the table, quickly lets the dwarves see, but before they're able to grab she puts the coin on the table and her hand over them. "We put money where our mouth is. You don't need to tell me the about the Caller only affecting psions, we know that. We want to know what we're up against and we need a lay of the land into and out of the place. As I said, I want to pay but I also want to make a trade, an exchange of services so to speak. If you need to travel through hardy terrain, we can help you out there. I do believe this," and Quila removes her hand from the coin, "This shows I got mettle. Now it's your turn." |
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Post by DM Bob on Jan 25, 2024 0:45:52 GMT
"You done near read me mind, beautiful. I tells you what. I think we can get you a map made of the tar pits leadin' up to the old walls. Plenty of spots yeh don't want ta step if you like keeping outta the Grey."
He seems to be telling the truth as he thinks he'll have to dig up one of the copies of maps he's made for similar adventurers. Once they get beyond the walls, they never come back to visit anyway. Shame this one probably wouldn't want ta make a mul together. Damn shame he thinks.
His brother adds, "We leave mid morning tomorrow, the last of the goods need to be transferred early. We're the kank drawn wagons by the east exit of town. Bring yer own food and water too, unless yeh be paying extra."
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Post by Niachi on Jan 25, 2024 2:39:36 GMT
Niachi leans back in his chair after following the exchange best he can.
“Looks like we got what we need. Tomorrow morn it is.”
He looks for Scrye and ‘Miuko, and motions for them to join.
“you met The Beast of Balic here (nods at Coden) and (at Attilius) “Never Call Him ‘Tubs’. Seen him break a caravan wheel on his head to wake out of a 6-day bender. Ah, this little furry terror is our Mother Elder. One Who Earth Whispers To. And this tall one we keep for his sneaky talents but not his looks harharr.. “
He slaps his knee, doubling over with laughter and using that motion to sneak a peek under the table for the gith pair’s concealed weapons, or at least what weapons they are packing.
To the table, and looking at the gith:
“Another round my, new drinking crew? We may not be friends, but elves like to know who they trade filthy stories with! I am Spiderspeaker, Spidertalker, take yer pick. You ever hear of the braxat maiden who smuggled herself in a traveling whorehouse?”
We got a custom to lets each of us introduce ‘emselves.”
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Post by Quila Oris (John M.) on Jan 25, 2024 21:48:40 GMT
"You done near read me mind, beautiful. I tells you what. I think we can get you a map made of the tar pits leadin' up to the old walls. Plenty of spots yeh don't want ta step if you like keeping outta the Grey." He seems to be telling the truth as he thinks he'll have to dig up one of the copies of maps he's made for similar adventurers. Once they get beyond the walls, they never come back to visit anyway. Shame this one probably wouldn't want ta make a mul together. Damn shame he thinks. His brother adds, "We leave mid morning tomorrow, the last of the goods need to be transferred early. We're the kank drawn wagons by the east exit of town. Bring yer own food and water too, unless yeh be paying extra." Quila quips and winks, "Let me tell my team the plan. How long a travel do you reckon it is? I would guess 3 days tops, no? Good to know for getting some supplies."As she asks this, Quila rises, 'accidentally' letting the dwarves get a good view of the length of her eloi legs, an inch shorter maybe than an elf's, while she looks in the direction of Niachi and gives the curtest of nods and a faint smile. When she gets the answer from the Gohdan brothers concerning the expected travel time, she takes her leave and rejoins the rest. She tells the following in both tohr-kreen and (slightly less loud, making it harder to overhear) in elven: "I made a deal. Let's finish our drinks and go talk somewhere together."When we are someplace less crowded and less likely to be overheard Quila will elaborate: "I secured us passage across the dunes, guides, a map, and a no-questions-asked-attitude as long as we help protect the transport while we are on the road to their tar pits near the city ruins." |
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