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Post by Attilius on Jan 27, 2021 9:41:41 GMT -12
Once the barmaid's tipped, 'Red' leans back in her chair as she folds her massive arms and looks to the others. They see the all too common facial expression on the psiologist half giants face. As if she's ready to spring into an unimaginable size and bring the "little" creatures under her, to heel. Thankfully it never comes but they can "feel" her inner psychic energy buzzing, ready to release...
[Bob 'psionic lore' 19 (rolled a 10) on Sherval to see if he's ever heard of this doc Templar using or is known to have certain psionic powers in his past while listening to "psychic gossip" at the Cerebrum.]
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Post by DM Bob on Jan 27, 2021 14:26:13 GMT -12
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Post by Niachi on Jan 27, 2021 16:55:07 GMT -12
Laakh keeps up his table thumping with the uptempo, after dropping a generous handful of ceramic into the barmaid's hand, while palming the concealed flash of silver back to his belt as if to say "back soon for this, yah?"
As Big Red flexes, he raises his mug and fake-slurs, his volume rising to sloppy drunk as he goes:
"Nex' round I'll ask our purty girlie bout doin' dirty deeds for ol'Shurvy-durvy!"
He slouches back, sloshes his cup on his pants and cheers on the entertainment like the poor bastard who can't hold his drink, still eyeing the crowd for newcomers and the barkeep's activity.
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Post by Attilius on Jan 28, 2021 9:30:22 GMT -12
[What's the plan gents? My vote is wait for the dwarves to leave (hopefully drunk), follow a bit then sleep/subdue them and Wormhole to the Gambit for questioning)
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Post by AthasianLaborer on Jan 28, 2021 12:12:08 GMT -12
[What's the plan gents? My vote is wait for the dwarves to leave (hopefully drunk), follow a bit then sleep/subdue them and Wormhole to the Gambit for questioning) Seconded. Did the dwarves look obviously armed when Victory saw them? Victory will faking vomiting in his mouth and rush out the door, "stumbling" into the street where he sits slumped across the street from the entrance (maybe down the block a little) apparently "unconscious" watching for the dwarves. If anyone "official" asks, he says he's a slave of House Rokos waiting patiently for his master. Hoping this encourages them to leave him alone. Otherwise, if they *are* out to get House Rokos, maybe they'll make a move. If anyone not a templar tries rolling him, there'll be some rolls.... Get it? Cause I assure you, Victory isn't above robbing someone who was actively attempting to rob him. I hesitate to call him froggy because he doesn't back down. So yeah, Victory will go wait on the edge of an alley down the block to beat somebody's ass (probably a dwarf, maybe something else). Saying that made me think of the Brom painting "Amber Enchantress" where Sadira's in the doorway and the I don't look like an elf (but I am so fuck off) and the wizards are in the alley. |
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Post by DM Bob on Jan 28, 2021 14:25:06 GMT -12
Michael, gimme a roll against your arena acting proficiency when you get the chance.
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Post by AthasianLaborer on Jan 28, 2021 18:12:05 GMT -12
Michael, gimme a roll against your arena acting proficiency when you get the chance. 3. Success. Spin me a tale of rubes in the night.... |
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Post by Niachi on Jan 29, 2021 7:26:15 GMT -12
Seeing their "slave" stumble out of the door, Laakh pulls himself upright with the exaggerated dignity of the regular barfly and starts chewing on a skewer of roast beast. Turns to the others:
"Poor bastid! (Belch) Should we go gettim back?"
OOC: Now that we are split up, Do we want to continue separate or try to regroup?
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Post by AthasianLaborer on Jan 29, 2021 7:36:27 GMT -12
Ooc: I was figuring we were continuing as a group, just expanding the current set. It's up to Bob though....
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Post by Attilius on Jan 29, 2021 14:02:51 GMT -12
Red will leave after the dwarves and be on the lookout if anyone else is following the 2 dwarves, or her for that matter...
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Post by Niachi on Jan 30, 2021 13:29:29 GMT -12
Laakh rises and steadies himself for a moment on the table, looks for the barmaid he bribed (scanning crowd for any reactions to them leaving) If he sees her, will signal with rubbing fingers together ("got more money for you") then will follow Red and the others out to find Victory. When he's with the group, he will stand with hand on a wall as if drunk, with both the bar entrance and the others in his field of vision, with both defensive and offensive psionic engagement tactics ready. Lets get our hands dirty....
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Post by DM Bob on Jan 30, 2021 14:07:12 GMT -12
"YEAH, DEARY?" The server responds to Laahk as Victory stumbles out of the bar convincingly (if in a somewhat WWF sort of way).
The dwarves don't leave. They seem content to drink and grumble back and forth to each other. They have small arms - knife, bard's friend, wooden clubs. Nothing extraordinary.
The hairy mul gladiator has attracted some attention though. Two men dressed in the city colors (white toga; blue sash) remark...
"Looks like 'nother offender. Probably safer in the drink tank t'night."
The other nods and blows from a ceramic whistle as the other draws a crodlu bone baton and pokes at the mul.
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Post by Attilius on Jan 30, 2021 15:10:46 GMT -12
The dwarves don't leave. They seem content to drink and grumble back and forth to each other. They have small arms - knife, bard's friend, wooden clubs. Nothing extraordinary. Red continues to nurse her drink, nod to the musical beats and secretly watch the dwarf duo. When they begin to settle their tab, Red will exit the tavern and wait slightly outside taking in the night air, with a hope that they'll be only minutes behind her exit. (Not sure when that will coincide with Victorys time line, but there's Red/HurK's intent) |
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Post by Coden Rokos (Jesse H.) on Jan 30, 2021 17:34:24 GMT -12
Coden, meanwhile, stays with Victory, expecting that he'll wait for this honey pot to play itself out before he joins the action.
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Post by Niachi on Jan 30, 2021 19:20:27 GMT -12
As the half-elf barmaid replies to Laakh, he motions for her up close, a palmed silver low and out of all sight but hers. As the city guard blow their whistle and hell (might) bust loose, he murmurs: "For this, dearie, who runs w' them (quick glance at the dwarves, noting their displayed weapons) and where is their hidey-hole?" Then hands loose at his sides as he reacts to the city guard as others do, nodding to Red: imgur.com/gallery/ULHgfimgur.com/gallery/ULHgf |
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