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Post by blackhawk on Mar 24, 2012 13:04:58 GMT -4
Vulgrim listens as well, figuring he might be able to hear something. "I'll go in first. Its a bit harder to move me if they are not so friendly, and I'm thinkin' most of ye have somethin' ya can do at range. I cannae hit the broad side of a bard when throwin' things." Or swingin' things... makes me wonder how I ended up smithin' with such poor aim...
Perception, gets out in front of the party and moves to the door.
[dice=20] +5(wis)
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Post by mith on Mar 25, 2012 10:01:20 GMT -4
Grumplestiltskin also tries to understand the voice from the Inn as they make their way to the door, attempting to identify if it was someone he recognized.
Perception: [dice=20] + 10[rand=27253337763249874863165924092754785782222310081125038554798811674]
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Post by irishmagician on Mar 25, 2012 22:57:33 GMT -4
As the group approaches cautiously to the door of the inn, the voices within become rather distinct. Loudly, in fact, as one of them is shouting rather angrily:
"Damn it, Sarna! I wouldn't give a rat's arse about it, even if he were the gods-forsaken Merchant-Prince of Talimshae! The bloody gnome traipses in, damn well destroys all of my windows, and leaves without even offering to-" A gruff male voice bellows from within the inn (Trazish recognizes this as the innkeeper for the Dragon's Claw). A second, reptilian lisping voice cuts him off sharply.
"Fffflog, lessss talking and more ssssweeping. I want thissss glassss cleaned up in halffff a candle-sssstripe." This voice orders, now appearing distinctly female in tone. If as to make this conversation even more confusing to follow, a third voice joins in a couple of moments later.
"The mean half-orc sweepses the broom valiantly about! Oh yes! It doeses little to clean up the messes that still-" A higher-pitched voice chatters, and is also cut off sharply by a roar from the inn-keeper and a crashing sound. "Nope, nope, nope!" says this voice, "Mean half-orc shouldn't throw more sharp-and-pointy objectses at Deekin! Makeses more of a messes, oh yes!" This is shortly followed by several successive crashes, and a small almost-reptilian creature dances out of the inn's front door. It ducks, and a mug flies over its head and crashes into the street. Peeping between the claws covering its face, the creature abruptly notices the throng outside of the inn. Startled, it almost falls over in surprise as it jumps back. Doing a double-take, as if it realizes that the group is not a horde of zombies, it relaxes slightly.
"Don't scareses Deekin like that! Already enough scary half-orcses and mean purple folkses to worry about!" the creature admonishes. Seeing the armed state of the party, the creature timidly wrings its claws. "Err...who you?"
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Post by myinsanemind on Mar 25, 2012 23:20:27 GMT -4
After the battle finished, Ayame sulked at having her command undead spell fail and having to destroy the students. She wanted to keep them as beloved pets for a while. Even when the commander showed up with his group of fighters, or whatever, she glumly stood and pouted, staring at what remained of the two students.
Once the others began to walk away, she mindlessly followed until she heard noises coming from the inn which she could only assume the group was headed toward. Suddenly intrigued and forgetting her past sorrow, she watched as a reptilian figure dash out from the inn. Excited, Aya dashed forward next the Dwarf.
“You mean there are more undead? Tack in the cap!!! I should have been more prepared!!! Well, I am Ayame, and we are all trying to…well…what are we trying to do? We were following Sage-sama, but then we were going to go to the tree, and now we are here at this inn. Right now we are just trying not to die, I guess?” She looked questioningly at everyone else.
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Post by irishmagician on Mar 26, 2012 15:20:07 GMT -4
(OOC: GM is amused by the use of Japanese honorifics)
The creature stares with wide eyes as it listens to the gnome, after which it nods in agreement sagely.
“Not dying is good, oh yes! Deekin has much practice not dying, as mean half-orc man has very good aim-” it begins to say, until a muscled green-tinged arm reaches through the open doorway to grasp it by the scruff of its neck. Hauling it into the air, the owner of said arm steps out of the doorway, revealing the half-orc innkeeper looking angrily at the creature.
“You idiotic kobold! Those were three of my best mugs!” the inn-keeper says loudly at the creature, as it swings its feet in the air uselessly and beats at the half-orc’s arms ineffectually while protesting loudly (“Mean half-orc letses go of Deekin! Letses go!”). “If Sarna weren’t so fond of ye’ I would-“ he begins to say, as he notices the party to the side of the door. Tense briefly, he stops himself from throwing the creature at the group when he sees the half-elf. “Oh, it’s you again. I see you’re mostly in one piece after the insanity that has taken over this place. Come in, if ye like; the streets aren’t too safe for the moment.” He turns back to enter the inn again, carrying the struggling creature in with him.
(OOC: BTW, I forgot to give you all XP for the encounter with the students. Everyone gains 500XP and 400GP, the gold found on and near the remains of the students)
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Post by mith on Mar 26, 2012 23:21:05 GMT -4
Grumplestiltskin is struck in hindsight by the wealth of the two student-zombies. "I should have spent more time picking pockets and less time in the alchemy lab!" he thought.
The halfling ties his donkey outside the inn, hefts his bags, and walks into the open building. He walks over to an open bench about 20 feet from the door and settles in comfortably amidst the chaos. He looks around and takes in the scene.
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Post by irishmagician on Mar 27, 2012 10:44:14 GMT -4
From the bench just inside of the Dragon’s Claw, Grumplestiltskin gets a good view of the layout of the Inn. Several tables sit around the main floor of the Inn, though the tables and their respective chairs are in disarray; several knocked over and scattered, with long gouge marks scratched into their veneered surfaces. A bar lines the wall on the opposite of the Inn’s main room, with stacks of mugs piled neatly out of the way in a corner. Several rags sit in a heap in front of the bar, lying in front of a rather profound scorch mark seared into the wood floor next to an overturned stool. The inn-keeper walks across this scene, tossing the creature into a booth set into the wall as he passes it. With a soft thump and a “twanging” noise of a stringed instrument, Deekin lands in the booth. Muttered curses waft from the booth, as sounds of the instrument being re-tuned can be heard from its direction. The half-orc walks up and retrieves a broom standing next to the bar, and begins sweeping glass shards that litter the floor of the Dragon’s Claw; presumably the remnants of the windows that line the walls of the Inn. Off to the other side of the Inn is a female figure, who is returning tables to their up-right position. Closer inspection reveals her to appear much like a half-orc, except with more reptilian facial features and a set of scaled wings with a reddish tinge folded behind her back. She straightens as the inn-keeper enters and tossed the creature, a mixed look crossing her face. As he passes, the look changes to that of irritation, as she hisses at him with a lisp.
“Ffflog, how many timesss have I asssked you to sssstop throwing him around?” she says, placing her hands on her shapely hips. “Ssspend lessss time tormenting him and more time cleaning!” she gestures at the ubiquitous shards of glass. Deekin leans out of the booth, his claws deftly adjusting the knobs on a exquisitely carved mandolin, nodding in agreement emphatically.
“Deekin agree with nice dragon lady! Oh, yes! Deekin’s rear is sore after many landings. More sweepingses, oh yes!” it chatters, punctuating the statement with a now-in-tune strum of his instrument, the notes cascading lightly throughout the disheveled room.
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Post by blackhawk on Mar 27, 2012 12:26:43 GMT -4
Vulgrim frowns at the chaos, and yawns. So much te' do and I should a' gotten more sleep last night...
Entering the Inn, he sets his bag down next to Grumple, and will pick it up before leaving. That done, he helps right a table that had been flipped. "Ye mind tellin' us whot happened about here?"
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Post by zeferin on Mar 27, 2012 22:32:06 GMT -4
As Trazish stepped around the shards of glass and debris everywhere, he gave a look at the inn keeper and nodded. "I'm guessing there wasn't much time to go to the temple, I assume?"
Walking over to "Deekin", Trazish look at him tune his mandolin listened. "Just like the Dwarf said, what did happen?"[rand=4088847623206675165723445359617473045873113442212319005547696724534]
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Post by Naerwen on Mar 27, 2012 23:19:41 GMT -4
Naerwen pauses outside and shifts back to her usual form outside the Inn. As she does so Tiriel swoops down and lands on her shoulder. She lightly smooths the feathers on the bird's neck in a comforting manner as she enters. She scans the room noticing the chaos and then the individuals. Her eyes held some form of pity and curiosity for the small creature that had been tossed around. Finally she found a suitable place near a wall where she could see the room as well as the doorway and any windows that were present even if the glass was missing from them.
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Post by myinsanemind on Mar 27, 2012 23:56:02 GMT -4
Following the funny pair into the inn, Ayame looked at the haphazard state of the place. The chaos of the room made her feel a little more at home such as when her house used to be in utter disarray because her father lost his research notes or one of her sisters frantically searched for a missing hair pin.
Turning her head back to make sure that Dumbles followed her inside, she spotted the creature munching on a bunch of napkins fluttering on the edge of one of tables. Ayame moved over to stand by Deekin of whom she was rather taken with already. The soft notes he played pulled at some of Ayame’s fonder memories of both her time at home and traveling with her many masters. Catching onto the tune, she began to hum along as she continued to look around and observe the "dragon lady."
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Post by irishmagician on Mar 28, 2012 12:48:01 GMT -4
The half-orc grunts in an annoyed fashion in response, punctuating several sweeps of the broom with a muttered curse in Orc. Meanwhile, the creature called Deekin looks curiously at the goat with widened eyes as Dumbles chews on napkins, much the chagrin of the female half-orc watching the scene. Deekin pokes the goat with an inquisitive claw, which responds with a bleat and a swift butt of its head into the creature. Soon, Dumbles is chasing the kobold around the Inn, playfully ramming the creature with its horns. The inn-keeper, avidly ignoring the scene, responds to the question brought up by the group.
“Don't ye worry about it, half-elf. I had that little nuisance deliver it for me earlier today. And, well, for those of you who don’t know me….the name’s Flog. I run this inn, along with Sarna, my…err… wife….over there,” Flog says, with an awkward pause and a sigh at the end. Sarna looks up from flipping another table, gives him a look and points to the broom. Flog sighs again, having stopped sweeping while talking, and begins to sweep again. “Earlier this afternoon, several guests arrived to stay the night. Their rooms were paid for by that bloody gnome, Erfryn. I swear, if I get my hands on that little…” Flog slips back into Orcish for a couple moments, presumably utilizing several choice curses and expletives. “Anyways, weird bunch they were. Kinda like y’all, except with less…animals…” the innkeeper says, his gaze following the goat as it completes its fifth lap of the inn chasing the kobold. The pair dash up the stairs to the second floor, with several crashing sounds following their ascent. Nearby, Sarna shakes her head and follows them up the stairs to minimize mischief.
“The day was gettin’ late,” Flog continues, “with business being a little slow for the afternoon, I was preppin’ for the dinner rush during the evening. I had come back from the kitchen after…errr…dealin’ with issue from the cook, and guess who comes flyin’ through the door? That idiotic gnome! Caused me to drop their meal, little bastard, when this explosion just came out of nowhere!” he gestures with the broom towards the shattered windows and the Academy in the distance. “Destroyed my windows! Just think how much that will cost, not to mention….” Flog begins to gripe, opening and clenching his fists in anger. Catching himself, he takes a breath and continues. “Afterwards, some townsfolk come in and start wreckin’ the place. Actin’ mighty strange, fightin’ with the guests and bein’ covered in this weird purple stuff,” Flog spits in distaste at the mention of this; though he sheepishly comes to the realization that he just made more of a mess for him to clean. Sweeping the broom vigorously, he shakes his head. “They did a number on the gnome, that’s for sure. The guests took him to the Temple of Mysteries, left out the back just a couple moments after y’all arrived. Looked like he caught something from the purple stuff, I’d reckon.” Flog trails off at the end, staring out over the inn in contemplation. The sounds of steps coming down the stairs herald the return of Sarna, as she ushers the goat and kobold back down to the main floor of the inn. Catching Flog in a state of repose, she lifts an exquisitely carved eyebrow.
“Ffflog. Sssweep. Now.” Sarna hisses imperiously, a faint hint of flame jetting out from her nostrils to emphasize the point. With a “Yes, Dear” Flog returns to his cleaning with mild annoyance.
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Post by irishmagician on Mar 29, 2012 13:54:01 GMT -4
A couple moments pass as conversation lulls, several group members assisting the inn-keeper and his wife in tidying up the main room of the inn. Flog moves off to the far corner of the inn to tackle another section of shattered glass with his broom. Deekin continues to sit in his booth as he plays a simple, yet beautiful, tune on his mandolin while others clean. The inn-keeper’s wife, Sarna, pauses to listen for a moment with another unreadable look on her face. Turning to the group, she looks out past them briefly towards the door of the inn.
“We appreciate your asssissstanssse with thisss,” she hisses, gesturing over the tables of the inn. “I mussst admit, I am a little curiousss. What will you all do now?” she asks contemplatively. Glancing back at Deekin and then to the inn room behind her, she lets out a hiss-like sigh. “There isss little we can do here, beyond defffending thisss inn. But I sssee the potential in all you, the potential to fffind a sssolution to thisss madnesssss. What will you do?”
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Post by Naerwen on Mar 29, 2012 22:58:50 GMT -4
Naerwen pauses what she's doing for a moment and turns her attention toward Sarna when she addresses the group. Slightly arching her eyebrow Naerwen wondered why the Inkeeper's wife was so curious. As she mentioned the potential in all of them Naerwen took a quick glance around the room at the others as thoughts raced through her mind. She was slightly curious as to what the 'potential' was that Sarna saw, but she didn't ask, and other thoughts drifted through her mind. Naerwen wondered if they should go and see if there was a way they could help heal the Archmage, but then she remembered the letter she had found from the High Druid and thought of the forest.
Tiriel had grown bored and had flown over to a table near the Kobold. The bird tilted her head to the side slightly as she watched him play.
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Post by zeferin on Mar 30, 2012 22:42:08 GMT -4
After hearing what Flog had to say and turning to his wife to answer her question, Trazish said, "I think that if the Archmage went to the temple and if he was injured, we should get to him before the Corruption, that strange purple stuff, gets a hold of him and turns him. He's dangerous enough as it is without having the sudden urge to kill everyone around him."
Just as Trazish was about to turn to leave, he turns to the rest of the group, "Ready?"
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