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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 8, 2009 11:48:36 GMT -8
The Giver of Sanctuary
Serina steps back a bit at the sight of the troglodyte, a momentary look of raw fear crossing her eyes before she composes herself and nods. "Any who helps to find her. Gold, and sanctuary here. My word is good."
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 8, 2009 11:54:13 GMT -8
The Glove "Hmph, kobolds..." he man ponders for a bit, idly stroking his mask. After a bit, he looks back at the goliath, and after a moment asks, "So, where could I find these kobolds? And would they be white?"
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Bladedancer
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 8, 2009 11:54:57 GMT -8
The slim eladrin woman from the previous night appears at the base of the stairs, seeming to flicker out of the air, and the contrast with the retiring accountant she appeared to be is difficult to miss. A sword is belted at her hip and a light armor of the most delicate steel plates clings to her body, moving with her effortlessly - she wears both as though they are familiar tools, but more striking than that is her carriage itself; she walks like a weapon, drawn and bared for blood. She crosses to Serina, giving the bartender a swift and firm embrace of comfort, and only then does she turn and fix the troglodyte with a steel-eyed stare. "Her word is good enough for you, as it was good enough for me. Now come, all who wish it. We have a woman's life to save."
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 8, 2009 11:54:59 GMT -8
The Spellsword
Quel eyes the white-scaled newcomer cautiously as he belts his longsword and retrieves an unlit cigar, which he shoves beneath his teeth. There's nothing graceful about his stride as he approaches the gathering group. . . but something dangerous about it nonetheless. One would guess that he does indeed make his living by the sword he carries. "Never thought I'd be working with a stinkscale," He says to himself.
The Scalechanger
Maluth nods, relaxing slightly. "You will have my word ath well than," He hisses, "Thith girl will be returned. . . intact. Tho thayeth Maluth Thcalechanger."
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 8, 2009 11:59:49 GMT -8
The Tower of the Heart
The goliath considers. "Yes... well, some of them, at any rate. There are white and red kobolds in the City. You will find them in the sewers. Though their numbers are great... you'll not want to go alone.
The Giver of Sanctuary
Serina smiles a little when Elia comes downstairs, nodding her thanks to the Eladrin. She then turns to face the others. "Please... find her. Quickly."
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 8, 2009 12:02:30 GMT -8
The rather imperious note in Elia's voice as she addresses her new companions is classically Tu'ron'o, for one never quite leaves the lands of one's birth. "The Minstrel, fount of local rumor that he is, suggested that trouble may be stirring underground. We begin with the nearest sewers, look for the entrance to these catacombs, and begin breaking heads until we find Bianca." She pauses, seems to realize she's started giving orders, and softens it with a wry smile. "Objections?"
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Post by Myridd on Apr 8, 2009 12:02:56 GMT -8
The Dragon Kissed:
Ezekial looks up at the crowd gathering to save the girl. "Looks like there are more going to help.. But I think it's a different girl. Nevertheless, we should get going."
Zeke looks at Quel, the look on his face indicates that he plans on leaving just with Quel, so the treasure isnt split too small.
The Redcrusader:
"An 'eres mes 'houghts yous 'idn't 'aves a names." Meepo says loudly from her table, which she is now standing on. A second later she realizes that might be a bad idea since she is a kobold... and they are about to go hunt kobolds.
"But mes Redscales! Mes 'rustworthys, asks Serinas..!" Meepo points to her scales, and than to the tavern keeper, hoping she backs her up. "Mes 'ants to 'elps rescue the girl! Mes nices!"
The Pale Songtress:
Carmella finishes off her last strawberry, and than stands, rearranging her skirts as she does.
"So, We're going to be resucing a child, are we?" She says matter of factly as she faces the crowd, a sly smile upon her face.
"This should prove to be.. entertaining."
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 8, 2009 12:02:57 GMT -8
The Glove "Thanks for the info," the man replies, as he turns around and exits the building. Once outside, he looks for the closets entrance to the sewer, and heads in. Taking as much skill as possible to remain undetected(stealth when i can get to it, +15 i believe), he searches for these kobolds.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 8, 2009 12:07:41 GMT -8
The Redscaled Crusader:
"Noes! The nearest entrance is Redscale territory! 'hems not stealings peoples! Yous want 'hem Whitescales! WHITE. W.H.I.T.E." Meepo says, looking adamantly at Elia.
"And if wes all goeses into the sewers all noisy 'hem whitescales will wakeskys! 'hem tricksy when awakes!" Meepo holds out her hands, waving them empathically inorder to draw eyes to her.
"Donts goeses smashings the 'eads of Redscales! Wes just needs foods! 'othing else! And small groupses! Small, quite groupses!" She says, almost whispering towards the end of her sentence.
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 8, 2009 12:08:45 GMT -8
The Spellsword
Quel glances back to Zeke, then to Elia, "The little man and I were going to start our search nearer to Oldtown. We'll continue on with that route and meet you in the middle perhaps?"
The Scalechanger
"Yeth. . ." Maluth hisses, "Break headth."
He pulls up the hood to his tattered cloak, "I hope you have thtrong thtomacheth."
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 8, 2009 12:08:45 GMT -8
The Giver of Sanctuary
Serina nods to the Redscale. "I will vouch for Meepo... and she will be paid the same as anyone else involved in this."
The Azure Minstrel
It is at that moment that the Azure Minstrel looks up. "I will not be joining you, but I can offer some advice... I met a man once who dealt with the Whitescales before they moved to this city. They tend to mark their secret entrances and traps with Draconic runes... the old rune for Travel is oriented to point toward secret doors, and the old word for Danger for traps. They do that to prevent their own people from losing the doors or falling into the traps." He looks to Meepo for a moment. "Just remember that Whitescales draw their runes left-handed, and you should be able to read them properly."
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 8, 2009 12:09:20 GMT -8
She gives Quel a practical nod. "That sounds like as effective a method as we have available. Watch your step, mercenary, and the boy's as well. We'll take the nearest entrance in Whitescale territory" she pauses to give Meepo a crooked smile "and then see what we can do about keeping quiet."
Turning away, she looks from the kobold to the pale-skinned woman in the absurdly elegant clothes to the pale-scaled trog, her lips quirking in private humor. "Well, aren't we the motley lot. All right, people. Let's be about it."
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Post by Myridd on Apr 8, 2009 12:18:31 GMT -8
The Pale Songtress:
The glance Elia gave her did no go unnoticed, however, she let it slide. Carmella simply placed a hand at the waist of her gown, and quickly undoes a few snaps.
With a quick flick of her wrist, the skirt is removed, revealing a pair of fancy, but more practical trousers, knee high riding boots, and a short sword and dagger both sheathed at her hips.
She places her skirt on the counter, and smiles sweetly at Serina. "Watch this for me, will you? It wont do to have it ruined in the sewers."
The Dragon Kissed:
Ezekial hurried out of the bar with Quel, heading to the place on their map. "More people seem interested in this than I would of first though.."
The Redscaled Crusader:
Meepo nods at the Ministrel, and than looks at the group. "If yous wants a guide, than follows mes. No uses running arounds aimlesslys."
Meepo jumps off of the table, and scurries out of the door, for the first time in her life she walks boldly into whitescale territory, mostly because she is being followed, hopefully, by a band of well armed adventurers.
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 8, 2009 12:20:14 GMT -8
The Spellsword
Quel nods and follows Zeke out of the bar, "Alright. Lets move. Our entry point's a bit farther than theirs. . ." His voice drops to a whisper, "And they don't have to know about the halfling's sister do they. We can get all the bounty of one job and a cut of another, eh?"
The Scalechangers
Maluth nods as he slinks after Meepo, turning back to address the rest of the gathering, "Rememberth. . . only white koboldth are meat."
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 8, 2009 12:21:33 GMT -8
(Are you guys splitting up now, or after you reach the sewers? If now, I need a quick list of who's going with who to make sure we're all on the same page as far as that goes; if not now, I need to know who's going to the sewers.)
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