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 Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 4:57 am
((I was under the assumption that Tjaden took all his armor and clothes off, save his breeches. But in any event, Kal was stealthed, so it would only have been one more roll to determine if he remained undetected.))
The barkeep of the Sailor's Bounty looked with incredulity at the little halfling for a moment before gazing to his left and right then he motioned for him to follow.
The pair descended into the wine cellar where the innkeeper pulled on a candlestick hanging on the wall and one of the largest kegs opened a door in its center.
"He's waitin' for ya."
As the halfling entered the passage, the keg door shut behind him, leaving him in a small tunnel with only torchlight leading him on. The air was thick and yet, he could hear the sounds of music and laughter faintly emanating from below.
After a decent-length walk, the little thief reached the exit of the tunnel, revealing a large underground complex, where numerous buildings had been erected as well as a very large number of people, considering its location.
"Oooh.. Lookie here, lil' halflin's got the mark?"
A voice came from behind, startling him. A flash of pearl white and fiery red had only appeared in his eyes for a moment before the Masked Beard stood before him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 5:57 pm
Kal stood frozen for a second. Then after a moment, he regained his bearings. He reached for where he'd placed the mark, but then noticed he didn't have it any more. The Masked Beard did. He grinned at the man. "Ever impressing..." he said softly. "How?" he asked simply. He wanted to be able to do all this little red haired man could do... and more.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 4:00 am
"Wee one, ye did good. Ye got the mark and ye got it on time," the dwarf said with some content in his rocky voice.
He seemed to be avoiding the half-hearted question presented by the halfling.
"Ye're admitted ta the Shade Dwellers, by me own decree as Shadow Master. Welcome ta the crew."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a platinum coin with one side completely scratched off and yet a small insignia was painted on that destroyed side. The symbol was a snake, appearing in half-white and half-black. Taking the coin, he handed it to the halfling.
"Show this ta any street urchin or less-fortunate individual in any city an' ye'll find yer way ta the underground of the Shade Dwellers. Doesn't matter which one, we operate in every city around th' Peninsula, even Two-Tusk. Bwahaha!"
The dwarf then tossed the golden mark back to Kal.
"Take it back to where ye found it now. A good cutpurse can make it appear that nothing ever 'appened at all. If ye have any other questions, now's the time ta ask, we won't be seein' each other again fer a while."
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 7:20 pm
Kal admired the artwork on the coin after it being handed to him. Then he caught the mark skillfully, with merely a glance. He nodded. "I have several questions, but let me not waste your time, and rather just ask you one. Who are you?" he asked inquisitive. For while he was trustworthy of the man as a tutor of thievery, it was for that exact same reason, he didn't trust him. He wanted at least a name to go with the face. Something to inform him about who this man could possibly be.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 8:38 pm
The time is now 12:00 a.m.
"Who? Who is the form following the question of 'What', and what I am is a dwarf in a mask."
He noted the halfling's curious expression then responded with a typical "Bwahaha!"
"Heard that line from some other masked arse. Anywho, I am what I am, me name's been lost to the ages, none recall the dwarf of Deepanvil who faded into the shadows and discarded all axes and armor, facing the dark elves and dark dwarves of the Great Subterrane."
The dwarf sighed contentedly for a moment, recalling struggles long since past.
"Me name's not important. If'n there be anythin' else ye're needin', ye should ask now, I've pressing matters ta attend to."
Elsewhere, Ronus Gorn settled into bed. He flipped through his spiritual tome and memorized all of the necessary spells he would need for the next day.
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Ninja Zackeus rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 3:00 am
Kal nodded, he then bowed, turned away, and left in silence. Deepanvil rung a bell in his mind, but he couldn't recall to what. He wonded what a dark dwarf was, having only seen dark elves, but that worry was easily discarded. It was unneeded information. He walked through the hall lit by torches, and back through the tavern, making his way back to the inn. He made his way along the streets silently, and with slight haste. He had in his robe, the seal, the coin, a few traps, 5 daggers, the shortsword he'd bought earlier, and himself with the Armor of Guidance. He made his way to the inn, seeing the moon beginning to set. He went in, without acknowledging the front desk man, went upstairs. He went to Tjaden's first. Silently opening the door to place the seal back where it had come from and leave.
((I believe we decided that Stealth rolls were to be done by the person with the need for stealth.))
(1-3 no detection.
4-5 possibility for detection.
6- trips on the armor making a loud clattering noise and definately wakes up Tjaden.)
Result: He made a little bit of noise requipping it on Tjaden's shirt, hoping Tjaden didn't wake up.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 11:12 am
By this time Laren had happily passed out in her room, a broad grin on her face. SHe had not found anyone of trest this night so she had spent it alone. Thankfully she had been drunk enough before to remember to lock the door to her room before going to sleep.
((short post but yeah... Oh and the Mask mentions the Dueger, nice.))
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 3:45 pm
((So how do I roll perception to see if I notice?))
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 6:30 pm
((My bad. Kal's roll determined the outcome with his stealth. Essentially what happened was that he managed to get back inside and place the seal back on your clothing, however, he slipped or something and has become detected. You can post that you have woken up or you can choose to stay asleep. Just remember that if you choose to wake up and see him, he will just be on the floor, everything will be as it was prior to resting, except for Kal being there, innocently))
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 9:47 am
((Hehehe...just to clarify, Tjaden doesnt KNOW that something was taken, he just assumes that Kal is up to no good.))
A snort and a jolt shuddered through the sleeping figure of the Orc as his lids parted and he came to. The pale illumination was enough for Tjaden to see what had awoken him; a small figure standing in the middle of the room, frozen on the creaky floorboard that had announced his presence.
"Halfling." Tjaden's gruff voice dripped with anger. The figure was to small to be anything else, and Kal had conveniently forgone the protection of a mask. As an Orc, Tjaden would have torn the intruder limb from limb, but he was not just an Orc...He was a Knight, a warrior of honour and creature of reason.
"Did you get everything you needed, you shameless Halfling, or was there something in particular you were looking for to satiate your rampant greed?" Tjaden asked from the comfort of his bed, hand on his sheathed sword, ready in case the Halfling attacked.
As a law-abiding citizen, Tjaden wanted to pummel the poor half-pint into the floorboards and leave him there to rot, for Tjaden was convinced Kal's intentions were ill-meaning. However, as a warrior who believed in justice for all, Tjaden with-held his impulse, as Kal's only illegal action was breaking and entering.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 6:43 pm
((...what mask?))
Kal thought up the excuse, but made it physical before speaking, so as to make it real. He looked into the Orc's eyes, clearly offended at all the slurs he'd just cast, thinking he used to be a just and holy warrior, wanting to trust everyone and see the good in all. But no, he was just an Orc, like all others. "I heard a sound from this area, I just came to make sure no thieves were coming for any of our stuff, and logically, you are who they'd steal from. Without that seal, passerby's would think you an enemy Orc. Then fights would occur. I figured I'd check first hand. I thought taking the door would be the most polite route. The window would be just plain intruding on you and would only be used by thieves.... I'll lock the door on my way out. Glad you and your seal are safe," he said with a new found distrust for the Orc in his eyes and disheartened voice. If the Orc couldn't trust an ally, then why should the Orc be trusted? He shut the door behind him, leaving. He locked it back with the same lockpick, merely reversing what he did not too long ago.
((Even if he was completely right, this'll make him feel like a complete jerk. Haha. Possibly anyway. Or the Orc could just be heartless and not trust the halfling's story at all, merely proving the halflings theory.))
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 8:05 pm
((forgone means that there was not a mask...ie, Kal has no mask razz just me using my stupid vocabulary.))
Tjaden's first thought was riiiiiiiiiight . It also happened to be his second and third as well. Disturbed by the halfling's intrusion, he waited till the thief picked the lock closed and settled down again. Tjaden did not want revenge...he wanted truth only through truth could trust be forged...but that was a matter for another day...
Slowly, Tjaden drifted off again.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 5:11 am
The time is now 9:00 a.m. on the 15th of Autumn's Grace
All players are now Rested. (And filled with plot-moving goodness!)
Edge and Erron had awoken two hours before and continued their training. The giant of a man was on his toes for every moment.
Then finally it came.
Edge stopped, dropped into that deadly position, then shouted at the same time as Erron: "Quivering Palm!"
What the old master did not realize was that in Erron's quick mastery of the technique, he had also added his own styling to the methods. He took an extra step forward with his left foot prior to launching his attack, granting him faster impact and stronger force.
The old monk recoiled as the younger man's palm crashed into his torso, sending the old master flinging backwards against the wall, giving him barely enough time to prevent creating another crater in the wall similar to the ones made by Erron's body.
Looking up at his student, he chuckled, then broke into laughter.
"Erron, you truly are amazing. In a single night, you have mastered the Quivering Palm. I hereby declare you an Adept Monk. I have nothing more I can reveal to you at this time. Take all the time you need, my young friend and may fortune smile upon you, no matter where your road takes you."
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 6:11 am
Kal slowly woke up in his bed, undoing traps again that he'd set for thieves. He replaced the traps into his cloak again, and gathered his stuff. But as he headed to the door, he froze and pulled the snake embroidered coin from his cloak. He looked at it, and rubbed it gently with his thumb. He almost couldn't believe that last night had been real. He then replaced it into his cloak. He opened the door and slipped from it, locking the door behind him. Kal made his way quickly to the bar. He needed a breakfast. He sat upon an open stool and ordered a half a loaf of bread and some cider. Again, he did not wish for alcoholic drinks to lessen his dexterity.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 9:16 am
Tjaden awoke and stretched like a lion, his gaping maw widening to its full frightening limits as he yawned from a good nights sleep. He swung his feet over the edge of the bed and crossed to the wash stand, pouring the water from the pot into the basin and splashing it over his face. Shaking the excess moisture off, Tjaden took great care in dressing himself and donning his clothes, honouring the fact that his equipment was as much a part of his survival as his skill.
Fully dressed and armoured, Tjaden stood in the small and sparse room, looking out the now open shutters to the increasingly busy city streets. It was a far cry from his sandy home and his late adoptive family. He knew his journey had been long, but how far had he really come? Once again, Tjaden pushed the tingling dread of doubt back into the dark recesses of his mind. Bending to one knee, Tjaden offered a long prayer of thanks and praise to the ancestors for keeping him safe.
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