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<div>Goblintown Hi-Jinks<br />
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PCs:<br />
Kravar - Big Aesir Fighter <br />
Tatyannah - Short Giantborn woman, dark hair, bronze skin. <br />
Meep - A goblin in a patchwork robe accompanied by a monkey <br />
Sandy - The HIPpest elf ever. Practically a HIPpy.<br />
Constantin - Flower-cloaked swordsman. <br />
Sonja - Gigantic Red haired Woman<br />
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Location: Goblintown<br />
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Meep calmly strolls down the street of Goblin town, idly remarking to the monkey toating a large sack walking next to him, "There certainly seems to be an unusual number of shrines to Reos here. How peculiar."<br />
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Kravar stands in front of a cart not far from where Meep is walking, arguing with a small goblin merchant. The cart seems to be covered in various leather gear such as cuirass, greaves, and a few bucklers and helms. Kravar is red-faced and shows a battered wooden shield, the merchant keeps asking him 'what?' in Golbin tongue. Both of them seem frustrated to their wits end.<br />
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Meep glances in Kravar's direction as he begins arguing. "Hm. That doesn't look like a goblin. But, better check to be sure." He holds out one hand and the monkey immediately puts down the sack, rummaging through it until he finds a tome and places it in Meep's hand. Meep flips through. "My first guess would have been some varient of human, but since he's in goblin town, then he must be . . . a dwarf giant-folk! Yes, there are definate similarities to the picture in the book!" Meep notes to the monkey "It says here that the giant-folk are a very height-ark-tickle sub-species. So, we should use stranger-greeting-plan 7b when approaching him. You know what to do." The monkey nods, accepting the book back from Meep and stowing it back into the bag. The monkey then removes a long strip of white cloth with regularly spaced black markings from the bag and scurries over to Kravar. He hops onto the merchant's cart, holding the strip of cloth so one end is touching the ground and the other is in line with the top of Kravar's head. Meanwhile, Meep reaches into the bag and removes 4 long narrow pieces of wood. The inside of each piece is lined with round holes. Meep eyes the strip of cloth, then shoves two wooden pegs to connect the wood together in pairs. Meep inserts his feet into the leather straps atop two of the wood pieces The monkey meanwhile hops back down and hurries back to Meep. The monkey grabs hold of Meep's shoulders and gives him a shove. In a moment, Meep is standing atop the pair of odd-looking wooden stilts, at the exact same height as Kravar.<br />
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"Wooden. Woooooood. WOOD!" Kravar repeats the word various ways in hopes the merchant will understand. "Surely you know--" he glances to the side at a bit of movement, then slowly turns his head in that direction again, disbelief on his features. He looks Meep up and down and then opens his mouth. "What...who..." He closes his gaping mouth and then frowns. "What is the meaning of this?"<br />
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The monkey then pulls out what appears to be half a broom-haandle with a straw-stuffed glove tied to the end. The monkey hands it to Meep, who tucks the handle under his right arm so the glove is pointed towards Kravar. Then Meep totteringly approaches Kravar, while loudly announcing in trade speak, "Hello Civilized Giant-folk Stranger. Me civilized Goblin wizard. Me greet you as friend in spirit of not-hurting. Me seek to know more about your kind's customs and traditions. Particularly those involving not-hurting civilized goblins like me and small civilized primates like my butler. Also, me see you have much trouble speaking trade speak to merchant. Me speak many languages well. Me speak for you, if you want." Meep then gives the broomhandle a little shake, causing the straw-stuffed glove on the end to waggle in a friendly manner.<br />
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Kravar eyes Meep, nearly crosses his eyes trying to focus on the glove, then glances back at the merchant to see if he's laughing at Kravar. Finally he looks at Meep. "Ah...yes, trouble. He doesn't seem to understand. I know he sells leather goods...but I don't want a leather shield, I need a wooden one." He hefts his shield again for emphasis. "I just want to know if he has any. Or failing that, if he can direct me to a merchant who does." He casts a suspicious glance at the vendor.<br />
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Meep is currently standing on a pair of odd-stilts, made from four pieces of wood with lines of holes down the middle, with a peg holding them together so that he is currently the same height as Kravar. He has a broom-handle tucked under his right arm. A glove filled with straw is tied to the other end, and it is currently waggling in a friendly manner at Kravar, as if he is offering to 'shake' his hand.<br />
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Meep nods, saying in Tradespeak, "Me make good, Giant-folk stranger. Me tell merchant you want his wood and is willing to pay well for it!" He switches to goblin-speak and politely tells the merchant, "This one wants a wooden shield, not a leather shield. Do you perchance sell such a variety here, and if not, might you recommended a purveyer of such in the local neighborhood?"<br />
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Kravar nods his thanks to Meep, then tries to follow the ensuing conversation. He doesn't recognize a word, and then shakes his head, looking around the market until Meep is finished. Hmm, more goblins, an Oruch, but no humans or Khazad in sight. Once his translator stops speaking, Kravar looks back to the merchant and watches carefully for a reaction.<br />
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Meep whispers to his monkey in trade-speak, "Uh Oh. The giant-folk has rejected the hand of friendship. Um. What was stage 2 of stranger-greeting-plan 7b?" In response, the monkey gives a helpless shrug. Meep sighs then hands over the broomstick to the monkey, "Just stick that back in the bag for now. I suppose I'll just have to improvise. At least it isn't beating us with anything." The monkey puts the broomstick with the stuffed glove back inside the sack. Meep gives Kravar a half-hearted smile, then stops himself, gasping "Oh no. Giant-folk view the baring of teeth as a challenge!" He takes a tottering step backward on the stilts, when one unexpectedly slips and he topples backwards onto the ground. There a thump, and a dazed voice mumbling "Stop hitting. Me civilized goblin."<br />
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The goblin merchant eyes Kravar suspiciously, then firmly shakes his head.<br />
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A small goblin child runs up, pointing one oil-stained finger directly at Kravar, and angrily demands in Goblin-speak, "Hey! Why you hurt the clown? He was funny!"<br />
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At this, an old goblin woman shambling by, supporting by a pair of wooden canes pauses, turning her head in Kravar's direction for the first time and squinting, before demanding in tradespeak, "Whats this, sonny? Are you bullying one of our street performers?" She begins shambling over to Kravar, obviously intending to give this upstart human a good talking to.<br />
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Kravar looks back and forth between all the goblins who have taken interest in the little scene. One of his hands shifts grip on his shield so that it's holding the strap, ready to raise it to ward off blows from oh say a cane. Just in case. "Now hold on," he calls out, raising his other hand, fingers spread and palm opened. "I didn't touch him -- he fell!"<br />
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Tatyannah has arrived.<br />
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Meep blinks a bit, slipping his boots out of the straps on the stilts and standing up and accouncing in goblin-speak, "Er. I'm fine. Fine. This giant-folk was just, um, asking to see this good goblin's wood. So, there's really nothing for anyone to get mad about." The monkey helpfully begins gather up the stilts, disassembling them, and putting them back into the bag.<br />
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The goblin merchant then demands in passable trade speak to Kravar, "You go now! You scare customers!"<br />
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The old woman moves closer to Kravar, eyeing him, "You like scaring goblins, do you sonny? Like coming down to goblin town to lord it over all of how how tall you are? Well, the beating of street performers is an honored goblintown tradition and not for the likes of outsiders? What do you think would happen to we let just anyone come down here and pummel our performers? Why, in no time at all, there wouldn't be any left for the rest of us! Why, we're already clear out of locally-produced mimes, and it gets mighty expensive importing halfling mimes for the mwhack-a-mime celebration each full moon!" The old woman sighs, "But, thats the only way to keep the maddness sweeping over the rest of the city from infecting us sensible folk. All about ritual and tradition. Thats what keeps a society safe from such things!"<br />
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Kravar's expression is equal parts confused and impatient. "Fine, fine!" He waves his hand now in a warding gesture at the old woman. "I'll just be on my way then." He shoots the merchant one last (and practically murderous) look before turning away. Pausing next to Meep he nods grudgingly in what might pass for gratitude. "You had best away from here as well. Somehow I don't think she was exaggerating about the beating of performers and their trained animals."<br />
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Some people will do anything to feel pretty. As a giantborn, however, as a short giantborn, occasionally, Tatyannah needs to feel tall. GIANT TALL. So, she seeks out the 'other' or 'short species' part of town on occasion so she can can scare kids. It's petty, but you gotta do what you gotta do, right? Except, well she stops when she hears the old woman giving Kravar a hard time. DAMNIT! Her secret's out! Now she'll have to come up with a different excuse.<br />
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Meep blinks a bit, then nods to the monkey, who heaves the sack over his shoulder. He notes to Kravar in tradespeak, "Perhaps it would be wise to visit another part of the city, Giant-kin stranger. Oh, might I have your name?" Then he spots Tatyannah and gasps, pointing one shaking finger at her, "What . . . what in the world is that? Did an ogre get into the city?" He looks nervously around for a city guard.<br />
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The child goblin meanwhile yells towards Meep, "Hey! Don't go! Its not as bad as you think. We use padded clubs now instead of the old wooden ones!"<br />
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It would be wrong to 'Rawr'. It would be wrong to 'Rawr'. Tatyannah has to recite this to herself as she stands there, though she wants to, badly. But then there's guard and arrests and bail and fines and then she's back to the whole 'no money' thing. And yet...<br />
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Speaking of things that go 'rawr', there is an elf! Sandy is making her way out of the gambling hall, a scowl on her face, and looking more than a little aggrieved about something. Clearly, she lost big.<br />
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Kravar follows Meep's gaze over towards Tatyannah and then shakes his head. "That's no ogre," he says, keeping his voice low. Then he continues, louder. "Another visitor trying her luck in this wretched market." He takes a few steps down the road, half-turning at the waist so he can look back at Meep to see if he's following. "I'm Kravar of Stormgarde. I think leaving here would be the best." he trails off, then looks around. "Ah...but which would be the closest way?"<br />
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Meep glances nervously at the approaching Tatyannah, then thinks for a moment before whispering to Kravar, "Wait . . I have an idea!" He turns to his monkey and says, "Time for emergency plan 4! It worked in the pub, so it should work . . . now to. Of course, then we just had to deal with a starved halfling while this is a rampaging not-ogre. Anyways . . . I have the utmost confidence in you, my brave primate companion!"<br />
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The monkey reluctantly sets down his sack and pulls out a small wooden box and an unusually large long-handled wooden spoon. The monkey opens the box, revealed three small blue-berry muffins. He removes one of the muffins and carefully places it on the spoon. He then grasps the spoon carefully by the handle, holding it so the muffin is as far from his body as possible, and begins inching closer to Tatyannah as if he is expecting her to leap ravenously onto the muffin at any moment - and is liable to eat any small primates who inadvertently get in her way.<br />
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"Just a giant," Tatyannah offers casually, tossing it out of there. She's gonna bluff her way out of this, hopefully without a fight. She pulls herself up to look taller, frowning slightly, to look a little more dour. Except monkeys! And well, she's met monkeys before. Crouching down she addresses the monkey with a, "Hello."<br />
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Meep looks between Tatyannah and Kravar in surprise, before exclaiming in trade-speak, "My goodness! I never thought I'd meet two giant-kin in one day, much less in Goblintown. Hm. I will have to make note that male giant-kin are so much shorter than female giantkin." He pauses a moment, then inquires of Kravar, "Or was my hypothesis correct and you are a subspecies of vertically-challenged giantkin, perhaps native to caves or other environments where constraints were placed on your height, causing over many generations a proclativity for giant-kin no taller than the caves they inhabited?"<br />
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The monkey meanwhile holds the spoon so the muffin remains between him and Tatyannah. When she doesn't take the muffin, he appears confused at what to do next, letting out a plaintive Eeep back towards Meep. Meep gnaws his lower lip a moment, muttering to himself, "Its not safe to use the stilts in goblin-town and we didn't come up with an alternative greeting plan for giant-kin. So, I suppose I'll just have to . . . improvise." Being very careful not to show any teeth, Meep slowly eases forward towards Tatyannah, trying to make his voice as friendly and non-threatening as possible, as he tells her in tradespeak, "Hello Civilized Giant-folk Stranger. Me civilized Goblin wizard. Me greet you as friend in spirit of not-hurting. Me seek to know more about your kind's customs and traditions. Particularly those involving not-hurting civilized goblins like me and small civilized primates like my butler."<br />
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Tatyannah peers at Kravar with interest, standing up to check her height against his, and huh, she is taller than him. Perhaps- perhaps they simply grow them tall where she's from. And that story about her grandmother being one-quarter halfling is just a story. Then she refocuses on Meep, before tilting her head, back and forth trying to figure something out, before she offers, "I'm not stupid. You can talk to me like - well," she gestures with a wave of her hand, forgetting who might be in her way, "I get it, you come in peace. Um, well, you could give me your money, that helps a lot!" Hey, sometimes you just have to go for it.<br />
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Meep frowns deeply at Tatyana's words, "Oh my. Is this what they call a . . . mugging?" He looks around nervously, "I read about such things." He looks up at the nearby rooftops, tapping a foot impatiently, "Er, isn't someone supposed to be leaping out of the shadows to apprehend you in the name of justice about now?"<br />
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At Meep's words, the monkey drops the spoon holding out the muffin and dives completely into the large sack he had been toting around. The sack billows with movement within. Finally, the monkey emerges with a black mask covering his face and a short cape draped over his shoulders. He looks up at the towering figure of Tatyannah, and lets loose with a brave declarative "Eeep!"<br />
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"No, no, muggings involve promises of violence in return for coin," Tatyannah advises Meep, helpfully. "This is more like a cross between a shakedown and a ruse." She peers around herself, before she remarks, "Well, I've been through a few towns now, and I've decided that when one is in a bad or poor part of town? The guards generally don't care about crime there. They just don't want it in the rich part of town." She uses her height to lean down so she can get nose to nose with the monkey, before she says very quietly, "Boo."<br />
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The monkey immediately leaps back into the sack. Meep sighs, goes over to the large sack, and says into the opening, "First off, its not a secret identify if the criminal sees you change into the costume right in front of them. Second, did you not here me say roof-top? Third, you know what, lets just cross off plan H as an option during future victimizations by the criminal element. Hm. Okay, I got it. Plan E." With that he finally turns his attention back to Tatyannah, and in his deepest possible voice, "Beware, simple giant-kin, for I am the great and powerful Meep. Master of arcane forces BEYOUND your comprehension. Depart from my presence or with a single word I shall . . ." He pauses a moment to look into the sack. There is a faint Eeep from withim and Meep can be heard muttering, "Are you sure, that sounds a bit . . . gooey. Well, okay, I suppose. It certainly turns my stomach." With that, he turns back to the giant-kin and concludes, "turn your flesh to a gelatinous substance the consistency of pudding. A chocolate pudding perhaps. The kind with a few lumps in it, but generally smooth in texture. Not something like rice pudding, of course. That would be quite absurd. Yes, the consistency of chocolate pudding sounds much more believable."<br />
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Tatyannah can't help but smile a little as the monkey goes running off and she pulls herself back to her full short-for-a-Giantborn height. Ooo! Ooo! Maybe she can practice her looming skills! Loom! LOOM! "A pudding, really? I'd prefer flan. I'd taste better, and it's slightly firmer." She leans forward to loom again, with her best pirate expression, "Are you sure I can't convince you it would be better to give me your coin?" The tones are a touch hopeful. Well, at least she's a polite - whatever she is.<br />
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Sonja has arrived.<br />
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Meep looks rather nervous when his 'threat failed to have the desired response. He thinks for a moment, then finally replies, "Look. I'll be honest with you here. Me and Eeep there just arrived in the big city a couple days ago. We came here to make our fortune. So, um, we don't actually HAVE a fortune yet. And, um, well, I did kind of go a bit overboard in buying props. But, the merchant who sold them to me had explained they were absolutely necessary when making contact with other sentient species for the first time. He even through in a handy spotter's guide so I would know what the city folk were and how to approach them with the least possibility of being hit by sharp or heavy objects . . . "<br />
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Tatyannah sighs, "You poor gullible bastard." She sighs and stops looming, slumping into a slouch, "Well, damn, I would pick another new arrival to the city." She holds a giant hand out to Meep, "How do you do? It's very nice to meet you. Mostly, when you do your thing - just don't do that 'Me come in peace' thing. People think you're making fun of them, and well, people lash out when they think you think they're stupid. It's why I'm usually somewhere else, when they find out I think they're dumb." Tangents, Tatyannah. TANGENTS.<br />
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Meep very carefully shakes Tatyannah's hand. "Um. Well . . . I have heard the explorer's guild hires folk if you are looking for work. Heard that in the very first tavern I stepped into. By the way, if you are expecting there to be a one-eyed pirate humorously throwing darts into the first tavern you step into, you will likely be disappointed. Folks kept talking about a pirate coming, but never saw a one the whole time."<br />
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Constantin has arrived.<br />
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"Oh, pirates! Really, there are pirates around here?" Tatyannah straightens again and looks around, as if expecting one to swing in from a roof. "I wonder if it's Dad's ship. I haven't seen him and my brothers in /ages/!"<br />
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Actually IN goblintown, Sonja seems to be helping a few of the goblins build a house, or finish building a house. She puts the door on, tiny for her, and he waves and goes. It's, definitely not hard to spot Sonja in the town, just like it's not hard to spot Tatyanna. She walks her way over and.....looks down at Meep. "Pirates?"<br />
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Constantin comes out of a particularly sketchy looking shop, shaking his head. "No. Thank you. I do not want it in the shape of a roaring boar!"<br />
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Meep bobs his head as he loudly replies in tradespeak to Tatyannah, "I was really looking forward to see one, but apparently they had not decided to raid the city that day . . Rather disa . . . Wait, you are a pirate? Well, no wonder you are trying to rob people in goblintown! Do you have your own ship and everything?" He then turns to Sonja and pauses, "A THIRD giantkin in goblintown? Oh . . my. Um. Is this giant-town?" He looks around frantically, "I meant to be visiting goblin town and there do seem to be a rather lot of goblins about, but . . . "<br />
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Tatyannah sighs when she spots Sonja. Oh look an actual tall Giantborn. Now, now everyone will know her shame. SHAME! She asides to Meep, "No, not me. I get seasick." Her other SHAME. "My father has his own ship though. He doesn't usually come up this way, but he might since he did know it was my intention to come here," she muses. "I'm sure there are rich pickings here as well."<br />
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Meep ponders the situation carefully, "Well, this does not appear to be among the wealthier neighborhoods in the city. Maybe you should try the human quarter? They seem to have an unusually large amount of the city's wealth." He eyes the bag thoughtfully, then notes, "Um. Eeep, I do believe it may be safe to come out now." With that, a monkey, now dressed in a white shirt and black pantaloons, reluctantly crawls out of a large sack.<br />
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"Probably," Tatyannah admits. "I wasn't actually here to rob anyone, but you gave me the opportunity, well, and I thought it couldn't hurt to see if I could get away with it." She must be a terrible thief, she keeps giving everything away. Sometimes it's all about opportunity.<br />
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Sonja says, "Don't worry, This is Goblintown, Little One. I just happened to be here helping someone build a house." She isn't one of the tallest giantborn, but she IS one of the surviving ones. Tatyannah's comment brings Sonja's eyes towards Tatyannah. "You're not planning on trying to steal things here, are you?""<br />
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Meep ponders a bit, "I see. That is a problem. Hm." He goes and rummages through the sack for a moment, finaly coming up with a tattered well-read book and offers it to Tatyannah. Emblazoned on the cover is a wood-cut print of a dashing thief leaping out of an open window. In block printing underneath it reads the words, 'Confessions of the Greatest Master Thief to Ever Visit Alexandria by the Mysterious Mr. Anomynous' Meep grins widely, forgetting the whole giant-kin teeth-baring issue, "That should solve your problem. It got thrown in when I bought the mask and cape for my monkey."<br />
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Constantin pauses. Monkeys? Standard-ish. Giantborn? Here? Well. He slows down, shaking his head still.<br />
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"Oh! That's very nice! Thank you!" Tatyannah says to Meep and she smiles back at him with her own smile with GIANT teeth. As she flips through the book, she peers at Sonja, "What? Stealing? No, no, no. Stealing thing, it's bad, and very rude. I would never do such a horrible, terrible thing. Possession is nine-tenths of the law or something." She digs in her pocket and pulls out a genuine pirate hoop earring that Meep could possibly use as a bracelet and exchanges it with the goblin, "There. Now you can be a pirate too. Though, maybe you should wear that as a necklace or something."<br />
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Meep examines the earing thoughtfully, It would probably cause him to topple over if he actually put it on his ear. He slides it onto a wrist instead. He glances around one last time, then notes, "Well, I better get back to job hunting. You know, there seems to be a large number of folks who are looking for someone who can, well, you know, make things, but a surprisingly small number wishing to hire someone who can cast a magic missile spell. A shame there isn't a, well, guild of adventurers or some such thing."<br />
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"Yes, it is. It was very nice to have met you and your monkey as well," Tatyannah says politely. "I hope that you're able to find work soon. Thank you again for the book." She even gives him a cheerful wave.<br />
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Meep waves and heads off for adventures unknown.<br />
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|-<br />
|September 4, 2012<br />
|[[Social: BAD DOG!]]<br />
|[[Kama'o]], [[Moonshadow]], [[Nadara]], [[Lumina]], [[Ashlynn]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 5, 2012<br />
|[[PRP: The Laughing Anna]]<br />
|[[Moonshadow]], [[Munch]], [[Seadhna]], [[Zarr]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 6, 2012<br />
|[[The Best Medicine]]<br />
|[[Jibbom]], [[Lumina]], [[Savannah]], [[Boshter]], [[Zalara]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 8, 2012<br />
|[[Social: Hangover]]<br />
|[[Kama'o]], [[Teppus]], [[Chloe]], [[Lumina]], [[Donk]]<br />
|-<br />
|Sept 13, 2012<br />
|[[Muse of Doom]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Azog]], [[Jessa]], [[Zalara]], [[Quint]], [[Svarshan]], [[Chloe]]<br />
|-<br />
|Sept 14, 2012<br />
|[[Career Day]]<br />
|[[Ormarr|Wonderpony]], [[Jessa]], [[Mikilos]], [[Angrid]], [[Zalara]], [[Constantin]]<br />
|-<br />
|Sept 15, 2012<br />
|[[PrP: Sanctuary Cleansing]]<br />
|[[Jessa]], [[Melbert]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 15, 2012<br />
|[[Not Yet a Knight]]<br />
|[[Kerbasy]], [[Jareth]], [[Azog]], [[Cesran]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 15, 2012<br />
|[[Double Rainbow Man (Again)]]<br />
|[[Svarshan]], [[Agril]], [[Jessa]], [[Constantin]], [[Selia]], [[Younger]]<br />
|-<br />
|Sept 16, 2012<br />
|[[Coyote Meets Phoenix]]<br />
|[[Jibbom]], [[Jessa]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 17, 2012<br />
|[[Younger's Busted Leg]]<br />
|[[Abrahil]], [[Younger]], [[Jessa]], [[Munch]], [[Chloe]], [[Lumina]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 18, 2012<br />
|[[Thrax]]<br />
|[[Savannah]], [[Jibbom]], [[Cesran]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|Sept 25, 2012<br />
|[[Hip-pest Reaction]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Zalara]], [[Jessa]], [[Moonshadow]], [[Ellerela]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 13, 2012<br />
|[[Shamblers in the Woods]]<br />
|[[Svarshan]], [[Leisel]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 15, 2012<br />
|[[Clara the Lance]]<br />
|[[Cinnamon]], [[Kerbasy]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 16, 2012<br />
|[[Sandy is a Dandy]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Jinks]], [[Constantin]], [[Arissa]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 17, 2012<br />
|[[Tent Fires]]<br />
|[[Myrana]], [[Svarshan]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 17, 2012<br />
|[[The Statues]]<br />
|[[Eleia]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Boshter]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 19, 2012<br />
|[[Challenge Beyond Our Means]]<br />
|[[Albain]], [[Craft]], [[Svarshan]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 22, 2012<br />
|[[Punchy Friends]]<br />
|[[Aenyn]], [[Gragnar]], [[Liessa]], [[Sandy]], [[Svarshan]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 23, 2012<br />
|[[Alleyway]]<br />
|[[Donk]], [[Faun]], [[Quint]], [[Selia]], [[Whendi]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 26, 2012<br />
|[[Kittens Jessa Kittens|Kittens, Jessa, Kittens!]]<br />
|[[Quint]], [[Jessa]], [[Sandy]], [[Svarshan]], [[Cesran]], <br />
|-<br />
|October 27, 2012<br />
|[[There Can be Only One Pretty Pretty Princess|There Can be Only One (Pretty Pretty Princess)]]<br />
| [[Azog]], [[Cinnamon]], [[Sandy]], [[Constantin]], [[Svarshan]]<br />
|-<br />
|Unknown<br />
|[[Giant Pink Hips]]<br />
|[[Gragnar]], [[Jessa]], [[Svarshan]], [[Sandy]], [[Jibbom]], [[Emir]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 11, 2012<br />
|[[Coming to Alexandria]]<br />
|[[Fiona]], [[Cesran]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 11, 2012<br />
|[[Young impressionable Youth]]<br />
|[[Younger]], [[Fiona]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 13, 2012<br />
|[[Till Death Do us Part]]<br />
|[[Mel]], [[Ashlynn]], [[Zalara]], [[Eliathitae]], [[Fiona]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 14, 2012<br />
|[[Goblintown]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Jareth]], [[Younger]], [[Fiona]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 16, 2012<br />
|[[A Land Down Under]]<br />
|[[Hilal]], [[Gavisa]],[[Mel]], [[Vennan]],[[ Angrid]], [[Zalara]],[[ Fiona]],[[ Jessa]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 17, 2012<br />
|[[Once Upon a Jail Cell]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Myrana]], [[Svarshan]], [[Fiona]], [[Eliathitae]], [[Selia]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 18, 2012<br />
|[[Bar Talk]]<br />
|[[Angrid]], [[Azog]], [[Kaedin]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|Novenber 19,2012<br />
|[[Of Honor and Laughter]]<br />
|[[Kaedin]], [[Azog]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 19, 2012<br />
|[[The Beginning of an Odd Partnership]]<br />
|[[Kaedin]], [[Maxine]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 28, 2012<br />
|[[Thoughts on Jobs and Life]]<br />
|[[Hilal]], [[Oates]], [[Halani]], [[Quint]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 27, 2012<br />
|[[Sandy Gets Hitched]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Saevrinimata]], [[Mikilos]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Arngrid]], [[Constantin]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 29, 2012<br />
|[[A Type of Armor]]<br />
|[[Kerbasy]], [[Aenyn]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 30,2012<br />
|[[Goblin Caravan]]<br />
|[[Craft]], [[Mikilos]], [[Oates]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 4, 2012<br />
|[[Late Night at Wayfarer's Inn]]<br />
|[[Maendir]], [[Zalara]], [[Oates]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 5, 2012<br />
|[[Jinks Pearly Temple|Jinks' Pearly Temple]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Oates]], [[Abrahil]], [[Jinks]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 5, 2012<br />
|[[Beyond the Pearly Temple]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Oates]], [[Jinks]], [[Svarshan]], [[Myrana]], [[Maendir]], [[Constantin]], [[Quint]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 10, 2012<br />
|[[Rocks, Poop, Hips, and Stew!!]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Oates]], [[Fiona]], [[Svarshan]], [[Liessa]], [[Azog]], [[Achala]], [[Leisel]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 11 2012<br />
|[[Mercantile Obligation (Porocora DM)]]<br />
|[[Katja]], [[Ashlynn]], [[Albain]], [[Fiona]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 20,2012<br />
|[[Grin Apolypse]]<br />
|[[Cesran]], [[Gwendolyn]], [[Kuumvu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Remethaer]], [[Sandy]], [[Sonja]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 21, 2012<br />
|[[Bar Chatter]]<br />
|[[Gwendolyn]], [[Sandy]], [[Selia]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 23, 2012<br />
|[[Poor Holiday Tidings]]<br />
|[[Emir]], [[Zalara]], [[Donk]], [[Remethaer]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 30, 2012<br />
|[[Art of Slice, the]]<br />
|[[Chloe]], [[Gwendolyn]], [[Liessa]], [[Munch]], [[Remethaer]], [[Vennan]]<br />
|-<br />
|??<br />
|[[PRP: Clearing Jeribald's Mine]]<br />
|??<br />
|-<br />
|December 31, 2012<br />
|[[Adventurers Guild Bringing in the New Year|Adventurer's Guild: Bringing in the New Year]]<br />
|[[Karelin]], [[Azog]], [[Svarshan]], [[Tavissha]], [[Mikilos]], [[Sonja]], [[Oates]], [[Cesran]], [[Myrana]], [[Wilma]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 4, 2013<br />
|[[Arvek in Pink]]<br />
|[[Myrana]], [[Svarshan]], [[Boshter]], [[Jessa]], [[Roka]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 5,2013<br />
|[[Ribbeting Times at the Hope]]<br />
|[[Tavissha]], [[Abrahil]], [[Zalara]], [[Lash]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 7, 2013<br />
|[[Hanging of the Butcher]]<br />
|Lots<br />
|-<br />
|January 9, 2013<br />
|[[Jink's Kids]]<br />
|[[Jinks]], [[Agril]], [[Svarshan]], [[Jessa]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 10, 2013<br />
|[[Cue Yakety Sax]]<br />
|[[Emir]], [[Sandy]], [[Donk]], [[Abrahil]], [[Myrana]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 11, 2013<br />
|[[In the Market]]<br />
|[[Craft]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 11, 2013<br />
|[[What's Down There?]]<br />
|[[Brolin]], [[Lash]], [[Nadara]], [[Raja]], [[Zarr]], [[Zalara]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 12, 2013<br />
|[[Wolf-wrestling]]<br />
|[[Donk]], [[Kuumvu]], [[Tavissha]], [[Thyrson]], [[Jareth]], [[Garrin]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 13, 2013<br />
|[[At the Ox]]<br />
|[[Azog]], [[Lash]], [[Sandy]], [[Mikilos]], [[Faraday]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 13, 2013<br />
|[[On the Roadway]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Selia]], [[Roka]], [[Arafel]], [[Elycia]],<br />
|-<br />
|January 19, 2013<br />
|[[Nipples and rainbows]]<br />
|[[Roka]], [[Karelin]], [[Rotgut]], [[Munch]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 20, 2013<br />
|[[Mirrors]]<br />
|[[Selia]], [[Oates]], [[Zalara]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 21, 2013<br />
|[[The Lost]]<br />
|[[Gragnar]], [[Elycia]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 23, 2013<br />
|[[Of Guns, Maintenance, and Weather]]<br />
|[[Craft]], [[Rementhaer]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 26, 2013<br />
|[[Desolate Dig]]<br />
|[[Oates]], [[Remethaer]], [[Lash]], [[Arafel]], [[Cinnamon]], [[Mel]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 27, 2013<br />
|[[Along the Road]]<br />
|[[Ormarr]], [[Cesran]], [[Lash]], [[Vidarr]], [[Donk]], [[Elycia]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 27, 2013<br />
|[[PrP: Trouble Brewing]]<br />
|[[Arafel]], [[Oates]], [[Rotgut]], [[Tavissha]], [[Brolin]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 28, 2013<br />
|[[Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Deliciousness]]<br />
|[[Donk]], [[Jibbom]], [[Cesran]], [[Elysia]], [[Lash]], [[some chubby, old orc]]<br />
|-<br />
|February 02, 2013<br />
|[[Lost And Found]]<br />
|[[Sharna]], [[Azog]], [[Aenyn]]<br />
|-<br />
|February 03, 2013<br />
|[[Makar at the Ox]]<br />
|[[Myrana]], [[Svarshan]], [[Mikilos]], [[Zarr]]<br />
|-<br />
|February 09, 2013<br />
|[[PrP: Up in Smoke]]<br />
|[[Sharna]], [[Jinks]], [[Sonja]], [[Aenyn]], [[Jessa]]<br />
|-<br />
|February 10, 2013<br />
|[[PrP: 3:10 to Selentia]]<br />
|[[Birgit]], [[Chloe]], [[Elessa]], [[Remethaer]]<br />
|-<br />
|February 15, 2013<br />
|[[Love Potions]]<br />
|[[Jessa]], [[Mikilos]], [[Agril]], [[Taurex]], [[Zalara]]<br />
|-<br />
|February 15, 2013<br />
|[[PrP: Pie and Orc]]<br />
|[[Mako]], [[Remethaer]], [[Aviere]]<br />
|-<br />
|-<br />
|February 19, 2013<br />
|[[PrP: Meat on Stick Part 1]]<br />
|[[Taurex]], [[Moonshadow]], [[Abrahil]], [[Kilian]]<br />
|-<br />
|-<br />
|February 25, 2013<br />
|[[PrP: Meat on Stick Part 2]]<br />
|[[Taurex]], [[Vennan]], [[Kravar]], [[Shrike]]<br />
|-<br />
|-<br />
|March 03, 2013<br />
|[[PrP: Lurker on the Heights]]<br />
|[[Lash]], [[Vennan]], [[Gwendolyn]], [[Oates]], [[Schneider]], [[Alistine]]<br />
|-<br />
|-<br />
|March 08, 2013<br />
|[[PrP: The Alexandrian Job]]<br />
|[[Kravar]],[[Heyuri]], [[Korsten]], [[Chloe]]<br />
|-<br />
|<br />
| [[Spirit-Bonded Ceremony]]<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|-<br />
|-<br />
|April 02, 2013<br />
|[[Log: Goblintown Hi-Jinks]]<br />
|[[Meep]], [[Sonja]], [[Tatyannah]], [[Kravar]], [[ Sandy]], [[Constantin]]<br />
|-<br />
|-<br />
}<br />
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[[Category:Logs]]<br />
[[Category:Logs]]</div>Taurexhttp://www.tenebraemush.net/index.php?title=PrP:_Meat_on_Stick_Part_2&diff=9302PrP: Meat on Stick Part 22013-02-27T01:54:26Z<p>Taurex: Created page with "Category:Logs Meat on a stick part 2 PCs: | Name | Race | Class | E Lev| CHP | HP | AC | For | Ref | Wil | |Vennan |DAWN_ELF|Rog | 4 | 10 ..."</p>
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<div>[[Category:Logs]]<br />
Meat on a stick part 2<br />
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PCs:<br />
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| Name | Race | Class | E Lev| CHP | HP | AC | For | Ref | Wil |<br />
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|Vennan |DAWN_ELF|Rog | 4 | 10 | 24 | 17 | 2 | 8 | 3 |<br />
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|Kravar |HUMAN |Ftr | 2 | 23 | 23 | 22 | 6 | 2 | 1 |<br />
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|Shrike |SITH-MAK|Art | 3 | 12 | 22 | 15 | 5 | 6 | 1 |<br />
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Location: <br />
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The Festival Grounds. Along one side are a set of permanent bleachers, and at either end an archway. Each archway is carved in the style of a grand entry and marked with images of of Daeus, with rearing horse and flying pennon. Here, the god stands depicted in his roles of defender and knight-warrior. A large (60 foot wide) tent is set up on the Festival grounds. Inside the tent is a 30 foot wide wooden table, atop which a miniature circus has been erected. Well-groomed black rats dressed in colorful costumes are re-enacting circus performances (with costumed rats taking on the roles of both the performers and the circus animals). Of particular note among the performers, are Fredricko the Clown, who occasionally launches coin-sized cream pies at the noses of onlookers, and Ribald, an enormously overweight rat dressed like an elephant who with amusing clumsiness attempts to maintain his balance on a ball, in the process rolling all over the tabletop. The twin acrobatic rats, Lou and Sue, whirl overhead between miniature trapeze. <br />
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KEY NPCS:<br />
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Mr. Marty Fellman<br />
(Level 5 Enchantment-Specialized Human Wizard, NE)<br />
<br />
His six-foot tall human has a long salt-and-pepper beard and aged travel-worn skin. An odd aroma of perfume, incense, and rat droppings surrounds him. He is wearing an ankle-length black robe bespeckled with silver sequins forming the shapes of stars and moons. If that wasn't enough of a clue, he has on a tall pointed hat with the word 'wizard' spelled out in silver embrodiery.<br />
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Gizzle Triplets (Level 3 Human Barbarians, NE)<br />
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Ranging in age between 17 and 21, the Gizzle Triplets have been on their own since for ten years, ever since their parent's farm was raided by orcs while they were odd playing in the woods. Their parents, having just as unpleasant personalities as their offspring, had been feuding with all their neighbors for years. As such, there was no one to stop by and find out about the tragedy until some six years later when the local lord finally got around to seizing the farm for unpaid taxes. Since then, the triplets have wandered, making a living through petty theft, extortion, and blatant robbery.<br />
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Druids (Mitzy, Flitzy, Mop, Cam, and Samantha)<br />
(Level 1 Elf Druids, NG)<br />
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Young apprentice druids from prominent local families who are well-known for speaking up in public against cruelty to animals in the city.<br />
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Enchanted Rats (Fredricko, Ribald, Lou and Sue)<br />
(Level 1 Animal, N)<br />
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These rats have been subjected to transformative and mind-controlling magics to make them more suitable as performers at Feldman's circus.<br />
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Rob and Hob Heavyfoot (Level 6 Human Fighter, LN)<br />
<br />
Two rather laid back members of the City Watch. Clad in chainmail, they carry clubs, light steel shields, longswords, and light crossbows.<br />
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===== Current Initiative Order =========<br />
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20 Kravar<br />
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20 Triplets<br />
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10 Rats<br />
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9 Druids<br />
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7 Vennan<br />
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7 Shrike<br />
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Log:<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Ah okay. I'm going to go ahead and start things off. Latecomers are welcome to join in at any time."<br />
<br />
<OOC> Taurex says, "A few quick things. Go ahead and do a +init now, though it won't come into play until later. Whenever I describe areas, npcs, npc actions, I will use a pose followed by a : to make it easily identifiable what information I am providing. I will be providing a setup pose."<br />
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GAME: Shrike rolls initiative: Roll: 4 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 7<br />
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GAME: You roll initiative for Rats: Roll: 8 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 10<br />
<br />
GAME: Kravar rolls initiative: Roll: 18 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 20<br />
<br />
GAME: You roll initiative for Triplets: Roll: 19 + Bonus: 1 = Total: 20<br />
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GAME: You roll initiative for Druids: Roll: 3 + Bonus: 6 = Total: 9<br />
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Taurex: The Festival Grounds. Along one side are a set of permanent bleachers, and at either end an archway. Each archway is carved in the style of a grand entry and marked with images of of Daeus, with rearing horse and flying pennon. Here, the god stands depicted in his roles of defender and knight-warrior. A large (60 foot wide) tent is set up on the Festival grounds. Inside the tent is a 30 foot wide wooden table, atop which a miniature circus has been erected. Well-groomed black rats dressed in colorful costumes are re-enacting circus performances (with costumed rats taking on the roles of both the performers and the circus animals). Of particular note among the performers, are Fredricko the Clown, who occasionally launches coin-sized cream pies at the noses of onlookers, and Ribald, an enormously overweight rat dressed like an elephant who with amusing clumsiness attempts to maintain his balance on a ball, in the process rolling all over the tabletop. The twin acrobatic rats, Lou and Sue, whirl overhead between miniature trapeze.<br />
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Taurex: The interior of the tent is currently packed with a jostling crowd of onlookers. A small halfling is selling tickets outside the tent for a coin a piece.<br />
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Taurex: Standing on a wooden crate inside the tent is the owner of the circus, Marty Feldman. He is a six-foot tall human with a long salt-and-pepper beard and aged travel-worn skin. An odd aroma of perfume, incense, and rat droppings surrounds him. He is wearing an ankle-length black robe bespeckled with silver sequins forming the shapes of stars and moons. If that wasn't enough of a clue, he has on a tall pointed hat with the word 'wizard' spelled out in silver embrodiery.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Go ahead and pose your entrance to the scene."<br />
<br />
Kravar tries to peek through the entrance to the tent for a few minutes before he finally gives in and buys a ticket. Once he's inside he smiles in amusement and a touch of wonder. He's never seen anything quite like this before, but then that's what living in the big city is all about isn't it? Standing there in front of the door, Krav's large frame takes up a bit too much space until someone 'convinces' him to wander over to the side of the crowd where he himself can still see but doesn't block anyone else's view, or their way.<br />
<br />
Shrike has been here quite a while. That seems to be his thing; being around. Unfortunately, he's had to leave his hunting hounds at home, though they're hardly required for viewing a circus. Why, they ever had similar events in Charn, except the mice were horribly mutated chimearas, instead. For some reason, little furry mice seem to be a far more appealing alternative. Kravar gets a glance from the Sith'makar when he enters. Hardly fair to say that's unusual, Shrike is watching everyone come and go from the tent.<br />
<br />
Taurex: As Kravar enters, he attracts the notice of a group of very similar looking Barbarians, the Gizzle Triplets. Each of these unusually large humans is dressed in store-bought furs decorated with the skulls of small animals, mostly squirrels. Each has a massive great sword slung across their backs. The swords are covered with engravings and bedecked with bits of colored glass, but lacks the sheen of high-quality steel.<br />
<br />
<OOC> Taurex says, "Shrike, what is your touch AC?"<br />
<br />
<OOC> Shrike says, "I think my touch is just AC 13"<br />
<br />
GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+4: (14)+4: 18<br />
<br />
Taurex: Fredricko slips his paws under another coin-sized cream pie and hurls it out into the crowd, where it lands with a splat on the very tip of Shrike's nose. The rat bows as the crowd erupts into laughter.<br />
<br />
Shrike's long tongue reaches up and cleans the cream off his nose with a single slurp. He doesn't seem to be bothered by the comedy, and just gives a small bow. For the moment, his attention is again redirected towards the proceeds of the circus.<br />
<br />
<OOC> Taurex says, "No damage, of course."<br />
<br />
Kravar's eyes follow the flying pie and then he starts slightly as it hits Shrike. His lips half-twist into a smile and he glances around the crowd as others laugh. His gaze runs across the large barbarians but doesn't seem to register that they are watching him. Krav very quickly returns his attention to Shrike, smile widening when he sees the Sith'Makar take the pie with good humor.<br />
<br />
<OOC> Taurex says, "Let me know how far you both are standing from the table and what you are focusing your attention on at this time."<br />
<br />
<OOC> Shrike says, "5 feet from the table, front row. Lots of people have come and gone. Shrike has stayed. Looking at the table right now."<br />
<br />
<OOC> Taurex says, "The table is 30 feet wide, the tent is 60 feet wide. Both are circular."<br />
<br />
<OOC> Kravar is still 15 feet from the table, at the back of the tent watching Shrike atm<br />
<br />
Taurex: As Loue is performing a mid-air tripple summersault, a peanut comes flying out from the crowd and beams the rat on the side of the head, causing him to miss the trapeze and begin plummeting down towards the table just in front of Shrike. Of the crowd, he appears to be the only one who might have a chance of catching the rat before it hits the table. The crowd looks on curiously to see what the Sith-Makar will choose to do.<br />
<br />
<OOC> Shrike says, "What skill would be to catch the rodent?"<br />
<br />
<OOC> Taurex says, "A variety could be used. Acrobatics, Sleight of Hand, a simple dex roll, etc."<br />
<br />
<OOC> Shrike says, "Eh. Why not."<br />
<br />
GAME: Shrike rolls Sleight of Hand: (6)+9: 15<br />
<br />
<OOC> Taurex says, "You manage to catch the rat before it hits the table. Give me a handle animal roll."<br />
<br />
<OOC> Shrike says, "Cha instead?"<br />
<br />
<OOC> Taurex says, "Thats fine."<br />
<br />
GAME: Shrike rolls Charisma: (18)+3: 21<br />
<br />
<OOC> Taurex says, "And, the rat doesn't even try to bite you after you catch it! Go ahead and pose."<br />
<br />
<OOC> Shrike says, "Does it look delicious?"<br />
<br />
<OOC> Taurex says, "It looks well-groomed and well-fed."<br />
<br />
There's hardly a moment's hesitation before the Sith'Makar snaps forward to catch the rodent with a predator's precision; just inches before the rat hits the table. Despite Shrike's lean grip and successful catch, it's hardly a moment for applause. The rat is brought up to Shrike's face as he observes it, a look in his eye that's somewhat cross. A rat would be a tasty treat, indeed.<br />
<br />
GAME: Shrike rolls Intimidate: (15)+6: 21<br />
<br />
Kravar watches with interest. These Alexandrian shows seem to include a fair amoutn of audience participation, don't they? And then he begins pushing his way closer to the front of the crowd, where Shrike is, for a better look. He has to shoulder his way through a few and drops a hand to a satchel at his belt out of habit.<br />
<br />
Taurex: The held rat looks into the Sith-Makar's face . . . and teeth. There is a soft squeek and suddenly Shrike's hand is wet.<br />
<br />
<OOC> Shrike says, "What is the 'wizard' doing?"<br />
<br />
Shrike scowls, a satisfied hiss coming from him as he tosses -- or throws -- the rat at the wizard. A point has been made, or perhaps multiple points. The sith'makar then wipes his hand on the nearest person. "That was fun. Let the show go on."<br />
<br />
GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+6: (5)+6: 11<br />
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Taurex: The rat attempts to land gracefully, but there is a squeel of pain when it finally hits the table top, and it limps its way over to Feldman and looks up at the now frowning wizard. Feldman begins to yell over at Shrike, "Now, was that really necessary? These are all highly trained . . . " As the crowd's attention was focused on these events, it took a moment for the crowd to notice five female elves stepping through a slit in the back of the tent, formerly held shut with a sticky resin. Four of the elves brandish quarter staves, causing the crowd to back away, and appear to be forming a living wall between the crowd and the fifth elf, who is reading aloud strange words from a scroll clutched in both her hands. Each of the elves are wearing simple hooded brown robes. The elf brandish a staff closest to the crowd proclaims, 'This vile enslavement must end! Rats should live free and wild in the streets, not perform tricks for your amusement!'<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "That was the druid's surprise round. You're up, Kravar."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Anyone will spellcraft can make a roll to try to figure out what type of spell the scroll contains."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "If you have knowledge local, you can make a roll to identify the elves."<br />
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<OOC> Kravar says, "Sorry just one more sec please"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike will roll neither!<br />
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Kravar looks at the approaching druids, at first still grinning but slowly realizing from the reactions of others that this isn't part of the show. He watches for a bit and then slides his shield off of his shoulder, fixing it in position on his arm. His sword arm is still empty and he opens and closes the fist slowly. "Here now! I paid for a ticket and I want to see the whole show!" he calls out, moving towards the little group.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Your only action is moving to melee range, Kravar?"<br />
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<OOC> Kravar nods. Hmm I really need to find a place to buy a club or a sap or something.<br />
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Taurex: A soft blue glow surrounds all the rats for a moment, and all but Fredricko suddenly bolt off the table and into the crowd. As the scroll crumbles to dust in her hands, the elf who had been reading it proclaims, "Now they are all free from your mind magics, wizard!" Meanwhile, the elf standing right next to Kravar tries to heft her staff threatening and says in a quivering voice, "You . . . you better back off right now. . . or, um, I'll hit you with my stick and . . . that'd probably really hurt!" Meanwhile, Fellman calls out, "Anyone who captures and returns alive one of my rats to me will be greatly rewarded!" The crowd erupts into chaos as everyone sees the opportunity to earn a quick bit of gold.<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+2: (14)+2: 16<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "The elf sounds like she might actually whack you on the shins with that staff of hers, Kravar."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "You're up, Shrike."<br />
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Shrike is still grinning as the wizard yells at him. He hardly seems disturbed by the rat's squeal of pain, after all, he was shortly about to eat the poor thing. When the elves enter, his grin starts to fade and he readies to interject. The clockwork under his mantle begins ticking, an exoframe under his clothing boosting up with assistance of his own magical aurae. The death ray on his leg is promptly removed and readied as he pushes forward to the elves, "Slavery is a staple of society, rodent or otherwise. Think again, knife-ears." Oooooh! Racial slogging.<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "+4 to Dex."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "One move, one simple, one standard"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Kravar, you're up again."<br />
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Kravar frowns at the elf who spoke to him, catching bits of what Fellman called out and the reaction of the crowd behind him. "I will surely back off...but I'm still out the cost of my ticket. Now stop pointing that toy at me, girl. Before I take it away."<br />
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<OOC> Kravar says, "Can I try intimidating her?"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Go ahead."<br />
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GAME: Kravar rolls intimidate: (14)+8: 22<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Kravar, you're so nice. D:"<br />
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Taurex: The elf Kravar threatened begins shaking violently, her staff quivering in her hands.<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+8: (17)+8: 25<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d6+5: (1)+5: 6<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+10: (18)+10: 28<br />
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Taurex: An elderly gnome suddenly exclaims, "I got one!" as he holds up one of the fleeing rats. As one of the Gizzle triplets knocks the gnome out with a single round house punch, another plucks the rodent from the gnome's suddenly slack grasp.<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+2: (11)+2: 13<br />
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Taurex: The rats scamper back and forth among the crowd. The one in the grip of the Gizzle struggles but can't free himself.<br />
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Taurex: The druids withdraw back out through the slit in the tent.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Shrike, you're up."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Follow just out the slit of the tent. Fire."<br />
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From afar, Vennan waves! Still time to join in?<br />
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You paged Vennan with 'sure'<br />
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You paged Vennan with 'roll +init when you come in.'<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "The druids are currently 30 feet from the tent slit. Their AC is 14. Which one are you targetting?"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "The one that was shouting propaganda earlier."<br />
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Vennan has arrived.<br />
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GAME: Vennan rolls initiative: Roll: 3 + Bonus: 4 = Total: 7<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Hey, Vennan!"<br />
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GAME: Shrike rolls ranged+2: (10)+5+2: 17<br />
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GAME: Shrike rolls 2d6+3: (10)+3: 13<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "DC 15 to not be staggered by the freeze ray"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "13 pts damage as well?"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Yes."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "I'll pose you in Vennan."<br />
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<OOC> Vennan says, "Super!"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Pew pew!"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "And it will be your initiative. (Next round you'll go before Shrike)."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "If you have knowledge local, Venna, make a roll now."<br />
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GAME: Vennan rolls knowledge/local: (5)+10: 15<br />
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"Hey! I'm not done with you!" shouts Shrike, pushing past the people and out of the tent. It's not difficult given the assistance of his mechanical armor. Stopping at the flaps, he readies a shot with his death ray. A beam of frost and energy fires from the rifle, hitting one of the elves in the back, giving them a nice 'chill' if it doesn't outright kill them. "You don't get to come in and just ruin circuses. That's /my/ job!"<br />
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Taurex: As Vennan is walking through the festival ground, he sees five young elven women fleeing, running away from a large (60 ft wide) tent. He recognizes them as young apprentice druids from prominent local families who are well-known for speaking up in public against cruelty to animals in the city. Four of them are holding staffs. One is empty handed. As he watches, a beam of frost hits one of the staff-wielding elves in the back. The elf collapses instantly. One of the other elves exclaims, "By the gods, that madman just killed Mitzy!"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Your action, Vennan."<br />
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<OOC> Vennan moves closer, draws bow. Can I see whatever it was that shot the beam of frost?<br />
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<OOC> Taurex nods, its a circular tent and they were running straight from it.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Shrike is currently standing outside a slit in the side of the tent, and thus visible."<br />
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<OOC> Vennan will just advance and draw bow, then shout some things. Holding attack until he has a better idea what's going on.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Go ahead and pose then. This is the last of the round."<br />
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And here Vennan was hoping for a chance to examine Alexandrian culture in a way that wouldn't involve violence and insanity. Once again, he is severely disappointed. He sighs heavily, drawing his bow and dashing towards the tent. "What is going on here? Stop this violence at once!" He shouts.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Kravar is up."<br />
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Kravar watches the elves disappear the way they appear to have entered, a thoughtful expression on his face. This changes to one of surprise as Shrike follows, and then a scowl that deepens as he hears the various shouting from outside of the tent. Kravar turns back towards the crows to try and catch a rat, holding up his shield by the rim and holding it ready. His intention is to spot a running rat and then bring the large shield slamming down to form a makeshift wall ahead of the little rodent.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Go ahead and give me a grapple check, Kravar."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Your CMB is listed on +sheet if you need it."<br />
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<OOC> Kravar ah cool...is it just d20 + the CMB?<br />
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<OOC> Taurex nods.<br />
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GAME: Kravar rolls d20 + 6: (4)+d20+6: 10<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "You now have a squirming rat in your hand. Pose grabbing it and what you end up doing with it."<br />
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Kravar blocks a rat with his shield and then scoops it up with his other hand. He straightens up with a grin. Just like back on his father's ship. "Here!" he calls at Fellman, looking around for the man.<br />
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Taurex: Kravar seems to have attracted the attention of the Gizzle triplets. Enmass, all three move up to Kravar. One of them tries to grapple Kravar, while another tries to snatch the rat from his hand. The third launches a blow at Kravar's belly.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Kravar, whats your CMD? Do you have any special feats that would improve your CBD vs grapple or disarm attacks?"<br />
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<OOC> Kravar says, "It says my CMD is 18, no special feats"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "First the grapple, then the disarm, then the attack."<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+10: (16)+10: 26<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+8: (12)+8: 20<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+8: (8)+8: 16<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d4+5: (1)+5: 6<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Does Kravar shout for help after being jumped?"<br />
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Taurex: With an evil grin, one of the Gizzle Triplets grabs holds of Kravar's arms from behind as another snatches the rat from his hand, and the third launches a hard blow to his belly. With a laughing snear, the one holding onto Kravar says, "That reward belongs to us. Touch another rat, and you'll be spitting teeth for a week."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "The unarmed blow does 6 damage. They have improved unarmed strike, so its lethal damage"<br />
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<OOC> Kravar will be shouting something, sure. ;)<br />
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GAME: Taurex damaged Kravar for 6 points. 12 remaining.<br />
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<OOC> Kravar says, "Crap I was down 5 hp from the previous PrP...would that still be around? (it was on Friday)"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike figures the DM would prefer I not kill more elves.<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+2: (13)+2: 15<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Its up to you, Shrike."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "If Kravar calls for help, Shrike will likely come back in and start shooting which may or may not be <br />
good."<br />
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Taurex: The rats scamper about. The one now being held by a Gizzle struggles futily before being dumped into a sack.<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "GUNS SOLVE EVERYTHING"<br />
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Taurex: The four female druids spy Vennan and run up to him. One grabs hold of his shirt and begs him, "Please save us, sir! Please!" All four cluster up behind Vennan, as if using him for cover.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Vennan, your up."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike has precise shot, your cover does nothing!<br />
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<OOC> Vennan will attempt to get some information from the druids, as he is still unclear on who started this whole mess.<br />
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Being swarmed by elven women can only be a bad thing. Vennan knows what his luck is like. This is doomed to take a turn for the worse. He manages to look rather stoic, lifting a hand to try to calm the druids. "Miss, please, I will do what I can. Please explain just what is happening here." His eyes dart left and right, trying to keep tabs on the chaos transpiring.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Give me a diplomacy roll, V."<br />
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GAME: Vennan rolls diplomacy: (20)+8: 28<br />
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<OOC> Shrike is seduced. Starts removing clothing.<br />
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<OOC> Vennan says, "... :("<br />
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Taurex: One of the elves, calms down enough to explain, "We learned an evil wizard had magically enslaved a group of unique sentient rodents. We used a scroll to free them, but that Sith-Makar started shooting at us!"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Shrike, you're up."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Krav, do you shout anything? :?"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Can I get a pose or something if you are?"<br />
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<OOC> Kravar checks with Taurex. Can I shout something outside of my turn?<br />
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<OOC> Kravar says, "Please? :)"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Stick to 7 words or less per round and you're good to go."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Also, screams of pain are always okay."<br />
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"Cowards!" Kravar spits, then adds a booming, "Come back here with my rat!!"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Wow. Exactly seven words."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "And, now we're back to Shrike."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I'm going to step in and shoot!"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Who at?"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "EVERYONE!"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "One of the Gizzles is grappling Kravar from behind. Two more, one holding a sack in one hand, are in flanking position around him."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I'm going to shoot at the Gizzle holding Kravar. Then intimidate check to try and get everyone out?"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Because I'm shooting a gun. Leave."<br />
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GAME: Shrike rolls ranged+3: (13)+5+3: 21<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "+2 from suit, +1 point blank shot?"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "That will hit. Roll damage."<br />
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GAME: Shrike rolls 2d6+3: (9)+3: 12<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Roll intimidate?"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Was it a freeze ray again?"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Yes."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "So DC 15 fort to not be staggered"<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+5: (15)+5: 20<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Cool. Then roll intimidate?"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Roll intimidate"<br />
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GAME: Shrike rolls Intimidate: (7)+6: 13<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Balls. :("<br />
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Taurex: As the grappler is hit by the freeze ray, He growls out to his brothers, "That bastard lizard! Let's skin him!"<br />
Shrike shouts at Vennan, "Keep them there! Those keebs are in serious trouble!" After all, Vennan has a crowd of elf girls crowding him, he can probably handle them. Hit them with a sap or something. Rolling with the punches, the sith ducks back into the tent and quickly details the situation. This looks like someone's abusing the chaos! What a great time to fire some more lasers! The deathray is fired at the man grappling poor Krav, as he then shouts, "Everyone get the bloody hell out!"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Kravar, you're up."<br />
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Taurex:As the crowd starts to flee the tent, Feldman starts yells, "Guards! Guards! I'm being robbed!"<br />
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<OOC> Kravar says, "I'd like to pull out my dagger and cleave the two gizzles in front of me"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Currently, one is behind you and one is to your left and one is to your right."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "They are using flanking on you."<br />
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<OOC> Kravar says, "Hmm so none of them adjacent to each other?"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Not currently."<br />
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<OOC> Kravar says, "OK how about pull out my dagger and power attack the one that's grappling me"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "A dagger is a one handed weapon, so you can use it while grappled. You have a -2 to your attack roll <br />
and currently have a -4 to dex while you remain grappled."<br />
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<OOC> Kravar nods<br />
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<OOC> Kravar says, "Here comes the roll"<br />
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GAME: Kravar rolls weapon5-2: (17)+6+-2: 21<br />
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<OOC> Kravar says, "Oops that should have been -3 for using power attack...should I reroll or can I just take 1 off of that one?"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "That will hit. Roll damage."<br />
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GAME: Kravar rolls 1d4+6: (3)+6: 9<br />
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Kravar feels the triplet grappling him flich slightly, and Shrike's shout makes Krav flick a hasty look that way. The Aesir doesn't recongize the weapon in Shrike's hands, but seeing it pointed at the Gizzle behind him is enough. "Honorless Dog!" He unsheathes the dagger at his belt and then jabs it backwards, puncuating the blow with the last word.<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Most people would be like "JESUS YOU ALMOST SHOT ME""<br />
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<OOC> Kravar was talking to the triplet actually, but I can see how that would be unclear.<br />
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Taurex: The grappler releases the grapple, reaches back to draw his great sword, and moves to cut Kravar down. Meanwhile, his two brothers smoothly draw their greatswords as they move to cut down Shrike. One of them spits out, "We were just having a bit of fun, but you had to bring guns and knives to a fist fight. Well, we got knives too. Big ones."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Huh? No. I meant just in general. :D"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "One of them is attacking Kravar, one is attacking Shrike, the other one spent so much time talking he didn't have time to attack."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Remember I have +2 to AC from suit. :D"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "I'll roll Kraven then Shrike"<br />
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<OOC> Kravar says, "Also do I get a cheap shot on one of the ones moving to get Shrike?"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Oh! Yeah. Do I get an AoO?"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Yes, Kravar, you have potential attacks of oppotunity on both. Shrike, since they are moving into, rather than through, your threatened squares, you do not get an attack of opportunity."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "D'aww. :("<br />
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<OOC> Kravar will take an AoA on the non-talky one.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Go ahead and roll. Ac 15"<br />
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GAME: Kravar rolls weapon5: (4)+6: 10<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+8: (7)+8: 15<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Kravar's AC is 22, so that misses."<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+8: (13)+8: 21<br />
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<OOC> Taurex believes that hits Shrike, however.<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Yeeeeees. :D"<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 2d6+7: (4)+7: 11<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I have 1 DR"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Also I am health-damaged"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Can I get healed real quicklike?"<br />
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GAME: Taurex damaged Shrike for -30 points. 22 remaining.<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Tanks! :)"<br />
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GAME: Taurex damaged Shrike for 10 points. 12 remaining.<br />
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<OOC> Kravar needs 5 hp back too I was down from a previous scene.<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Wait!"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Shit."<br />
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GAME: Taurex damaged #-1 NOT FOUND for -5 points. #-1 NO MATCH remaining.<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I have +4 to AC from the armor."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "My AC total is.. 21"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "So it still hits."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "All good. :D"<br />
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GAME: Taurex damaged Kravar for -5 points. 17 remaining.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex believes everyone's hp should be correct now.<br />
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<OOC> Kravar says, "Cool, thanks :)"<br />
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Taurex: As the former grappler swings wildly at Kravar, one of his brothers moves easily pass him and slices deeply into Shrike's shoulder, snearing, "You're boots!"<br />
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Taurex: The rats, forgotten in the bloodshed, flee the tent.<br />
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Shrike hisses at the blow hits him, his face turning deeply to a scowl, "You'll pay for that with your life, scum!"<br />
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Taurex: The female elves huddle around Vennan. One whispers in his ear, "Why don't you come back with us to my father's place? He has an excellent wine cellar. We can all have a drink while we discuss what really happened here . . . . I am sure he'd be ever so greatful if you ensured word of this . . . incident didn't around town"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Vennan, you're up."<br />
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<OOC> Vennan will, perhaps foolishly, attempt to persuade the druids to help round up the rats and stop the violence.<br />
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Taurex: At this, one of the other elves chimes in, "Um, Flitzy, shouldn't we take Mitzy to a healer or something? She's just lying there . . . but I'm pretty sure she's still breathing."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Go ahead and make a diplomacy roll and pose, Vennan"<br />
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"... Keebs?" Vennan repeats with a raised eyebrow and a frown of annoyance. He then looks to the elves surrounding him, eyeing them with more than a little mistrust. "That's a kind offer, miss, but you should listen to your friend. Your companion needs medical attention. Furthermore, if these... intelligent rats of yours are in danger, we should do what we can to gather them up without violence and take them someplace safe. If they escape, they will be at great risk of harm in the savagery of Alexandria. Surely further violence helps no one."<br />
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GAME: Vennan rolls diplomacy: (2)+8: 10<br />
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Taurex: There is much general nodding among the female elves, finally, Flitz announces, "Right you are, good sir. We'll go take Mitzy for healing while you heroically rescue the rats and get them to safety! We're all counting on you! And, the rats of course. They are counting on your too."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Shrike is up."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Yeee!"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I'm going to activate A BUTTON."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Which will cast Magic Vestment on myself as a simple action."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex nods.<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Then I'm going to shoot the chap whacking me."<br />
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GAME: Shrike rolls ranged+2: (19)+5+2: 26<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Are you taking a five foot step back, or will you be using a ranged weapon while in melee?"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "While in melee."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I have precise shot and point blank shot."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "So I don't take the -4."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "I was referring to provoking an attack of opportunity."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Do I take an AoO? If I step back do I"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "If you take a five foot step back you won't provoke."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I will step back, then."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "a 26 hits. Roll damage."<br />
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GAME: Shrike rolls 2d6+3: (5)+3: 8<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Kravar is up."<br />
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<OOC> Kravar is going to switch from dagger to longsowrd and then use a power attack on the one still by me<br />
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GAME: Kravar rolls weapon1-1: (2)+7+-1: 8<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "That will miss."<br />
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Shrike laughs maniacally as he removes a small box with a button on it. When the button is pressed, electricity begins to crackle over his clothing, and he just appears to be that much faster, just a bit harder to hit. Skipping backwards, he aims his rifle and fires again. "Come on, come and get me!"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "The one fighing Kravar will take another swing. The other two move into flanking position, one to each side, of Shrike, and each takes a swing. I will roll for Kravar first."<br />
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Kravar stabs futily with his dagger as the two of the triplets head off. He turns back towards the one he stabbed earlier just in time to catch that greatsword on his shield. The impact knocks the shield momentarily out of line, but saves his head. Kravar's lips pull back in a sneer. "Just you and me now." He drops the knife, drags the longsword out of the sheath on his own back and then launches a heavy blow at the Gizzle still facing him.<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+8: (17)+8: 25<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 2d6+7: (8)+7: 15<br />
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GAME: Taurex damaged Kravar for 15 points. 2 remaining.<br />
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Taurex: The Grizzle battling Kravar slashes down in a vicious stroke that lays his chest open.<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+8+2: (4)+8+2: 14<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+8+2: (10)+8+2: 20<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Both misses."<br />
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Taurex: The two Grizzle flanking Shrike each swing and miss, their blades bouncing off his many magical protections.<br />
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Taurex: The druids hurry over to their fallen comrade and pick her up. One gives Vennan a cheery wave as they prepare to depart.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Vennan, you're up. Their is much screaming and sounds of battle coming from the tent. Also, someone is still screaming about being robbed."<br />
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Taurex: Fellman continues screaming for the guards, yelling that he is being robbed.<br />
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<OOC> Vennan runs towards the person yelling about being robbed. Is an obvious culprit visible?<br />
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Taurex: Upon entering the tent, you see standing on a wooden crate inside the tent is the owner of the circus, Marty Feldman. He is a six-foot tall human with a long salt-and-pepper beard and aged travel-worn skin. An odd aroma of perfume, incense, and rat droppings surrounds him. He is wearing an ankle-length black robe bespeckled with silver sequins forming the shapes of stars and moons. If that wasn't enough of a clue, he has on a tall pointed hat with the word 'wizard' spelled out in silver embrodiery. He is pointing at a Sith-Makar and yelling thief.<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "The same Sith-Makar being attacked by a trio of fellows. The third of which who is close to killing Kravar."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Give me a knowledge local roll, V."<br />
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GAME: Vennan rolls knowledge/lcoal: (1)+knowledge/lcoal: 1<br />
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<OOC> Vennan says, "Whoops!"<br />
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GAME: Vennan rolls knowledge/local: (14)+10: 24<br />
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You whisper "Ranging in age between 17 and 21, the Gizzle 'Triplets' (actually brothers) have been on their own since for ten years, ever since their parent's farm was raided by orcs while they were odd playing in the woods. Their parents, having just as unpleasant personalities as their offspring, had been feuding with all their neighbors for years. As such, there was no one to stop by and find out about the tragedy until some six years later when the local lord finally got around to seizing the farm for unpaid taxes. Since then, the triplets have wandered, making a living through petty theft, extortion, and blatant robbery." to Vennan.<br />
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<OOC> Vennan is going to make one more attempt to calm the situation, and ready an attack with the bow against the one assaulting Kravar. If he attacks Kravar again, Vennan fires.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Currently, one of the Gizzle triplets, badly wounded, is battling an even more badly wounded Kravar. Two of the triplets are flanking Shrike. The one on Shrike's left has a nasty looking beam-injury."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Shrike is up."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Two beam injuries, Taurex. :O"<br />
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Vennan looks disappointed by the druids' lack of interest in gathering up the rats, but not terribly surprised. The yelling seizes his attention. "Excuse me, ladies." He dashes into the tent, bow held at the ready, eyes going wide at the sight inside. "Stop that at once!" He calls out, nocking an arrow and taking aim at Kravar's assailant.<br />
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<OOC> Shrike considers an action.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "You hit the grappler the first time, Shrike. The grappler is the one still fighting K."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I've fired three times, I think."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "You missed once."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I don't think I've missed at all, I might have only fired twice. Oh well, not important."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I'm very likely going to fall this turn."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I'm going to attack the gentleman next to Kravar."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Step back 5 feet, also"<br />
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GAME: Shrike rolls ranged+3: (18)+5+3: 26<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "That hits."<br />
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GAME: Shrike rolls 2d6+3: (7)+3: 10<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+5: (1)+5: 6<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "He's staggered!"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Correct!"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Kravar, you're up."<br />
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<OOC> Kravar says, "Do I have any idea how badly hurt the guy I'm fighting is?"<br />
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<OOC> Kravar says, "He took like 31 damage so far right? Does it show? ;)"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "He looks to be in as bad of shape as you are."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "He currently has 2 hp."<br />
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<OOC> Kravar is just gonna try for a normal attack then<br />
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Momentarily thoughtful, the Sith skips five feet away again to fire at the man attacking Kravar. With that he shouts, "Shut up, already!" This is directed at Fellman, obviously.<br />
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Kravar draws back from the return blow, feeling blood pouring down his legs and knowing it's only a matter of time before the pain. Lots of pain. Shifting his shield to better cover himself, he tries to launch a quicker attack this time and catch the Gizzle by surprise.<br />
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GAME: Kravar rolls weapon1: (16)+7: 23<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "That will hit."<br />
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GAME: Kravar rolls 1d8+4: (7)+4: 11<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Godspeed, Kravar. *prepares to be cut down.*"<br />
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Taurex: The grappler collapses beneath Kravar's blow, a pool of blood forming underneath him.<br />
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Taurex: The Remaining Gizzles looked shock at their brother's fall. With a snarl, they turn from Shrike and rush Kravar, seeking to avenge their fallen brother.<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Oh, nevermind. You're boned. :O"<br />
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Taurex: They are so consumed by grief, that they neglect to flank their foe this time.<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+8: (9)+8: 17<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+8: (15)+8: 23<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "AC still 22, K?"<br />
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<OOC> Kravar nods<br />
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<OOC> Vennan says, "Can I take my prepared shot?"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Yes, Vennan."<br />
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<OOC> Vennan says, "Am I within 30 feet?"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Although the person you were preparing to attack is unconcious, I'll let you switch targets. You are within 30 feet."<br />
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GAME: Vennan rolls ranged + 3: (9)+7+3: 19<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "That will hit."<br />
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GAME: Vennan rolls 1d8 + 3: (1)+3: 4<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Were you attacking the wounded one or the currently unwounded one?"<br />
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<OOC> Vennan says, "The wounded one."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Kravar, the minimum damage from that hit will be enough to knock you unconcious. Go ahead and pose your fall, and I'll bring your HP back up to full for you."<br />
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GAME: Taurex damaged Kravar for -30 points. 23 remaining.<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Taurex: I have a want of CLW"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Wand*"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I was going to use it next round to bring Krav back up."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Ah okay. I'll go ahead an roll damage then."<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 2d6+7: (4)+7: 11<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "He'll be at -9"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "-9"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "That's max of what the wand can heal."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "It may then be more advantageous to kill these fools."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I'll heal him after."<br />
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Kravar is wobbling on his feet, staring at the body of the Gizzle. The snarl causes him to bring up his shield, catching one blow but the other hits him in the side. Kravar crumples next to the enemy he just dropped.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Up to you what you want to do."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Vennan just went, so Shrike is now up again."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I'm going to move to flank and fire."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "On the wounded one"<br />
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<OOC> Kravar settles in to watch<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Go ahead. How far away are you moving from him?"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Less than thirty feet."<br />
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GAME: Shrike rolls ranged+5: (8)+5+5: 18<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "That will hit."<br />
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GAME: Shrike rolls 2d6+3: (7)+3: 10<br />
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Taurex: The unwounded triplet tells his brother, "Get him to the temple," before charging to Shrike and attemping a grapple. The wounded triplet, laboring under yet another beam injury, drops his greatsword, picks up his unconcious brother and moves 30 feet, heading out of the tent and towards the temple district.<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+10: (12)+10: 22<br />
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Shrike quickly moves to flank the Grizzle gentleman taking aim with his deathray and letting loose a nice beam of frost against his back.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "What is your CMD Shrike?"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I have no idea."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "+sheet"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Its on the far right"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "14!"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "But I have a +2 to dex"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "So I'm assuming it's 16"<br />
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Taurex: The only unwounded Grizzle triplet charges shrike and wraps him in a massive bear hug, grunting, "I won't let you kill them!"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Venna, you're up."<br />
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<OOC> Vennan says, "Switch from bow to sword, charge the wounded triplet. Can I flank with anybody?"<br />
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Taurex: At this point Marty Fellman has stopped yelling. He climbs down off the box he was standing on, flips the lid open, and pulls out clay jug and a wooden mug, pours himself a drink, and takes a sip, idly remarking, "Thirty work, yelling for help."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "not with the wounded triplet. Only the unwounded one is currently flankable."<br />
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<OOC> Vennan says, "Hrm. In that case, I'll charge the unwounded one instead."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "He is currently grappling Shrike. Roll to hit."<br />
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GAME: Vennan rolls melee + 4: (14)+5+4: 23<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "That hits."<br />
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GAME: Vennan rolls 1d8 + 2d6 + 2: (2)+(6)+2: 10<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Since he was bearhugging Shrike, you stabbed him from behind. Go ahead and pose."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Shrike, you're up. You are flanking the person bearhugging you. Do you wish to try to break the grapple?"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I will note I am scaley and unpleasant to hug."<br />
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GAME: Shrike rolls cmb+2: (3)+1+2: 6<br />
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Vennan mutters an elven curse under his breath as he slings back his bow, charging forward and drawing his longsword as he runs. He drives it right into the attacker's back. "Surrender now! Drop your weapon!"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I am unable to escape."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I also deactivate my armor."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I take on the fatigued trait."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "In addition to being grappled."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Give me an intimidate roll, Vennan"<br />
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GAME: Vennan rolls intimidate: (3)+1: 4<br />
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Taurex: Vennan's words seem to enrage the triplet, sparking a berserker's fury!<br />
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Taurex: The triplet drops Shrike unceremoniously, and takes a barehanded swing at Vennan's face, with all his anger behind it.<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+8+2: (16)+8+2: 26<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Note, this provokes an AoO"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "For Vennan"<br />
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GAME: Vennan rolls melee + 4: (3)+5+4: 12<br />
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<OOC> Taurex has improved unarmed strike<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Aww"<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d4+7: (3)+7: 10<br />
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GAME: Taurex damaged Vennan for 10 points. 10 remaining.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Your turn, Vennan."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Was I just skipped?"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Trying to escape a grapple is a standard action."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "You went Vennan (Intimidate) -> Triplet Attacked -> Vennan"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "I let Vennan do an out-of-order intimidate check."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Oh!"<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Okay"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "You go after Vennon."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "So, currently, the order is Vennon, Shrike, then the triplets will act again."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Because the triplet fighing Vennon is now berserk, his AC is reduced to 13"<br />
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<OOC> Vennan flanks the triplet again!<br />
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GAME: Vennan rolls melee + 4: (8)+5+4: 17<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "That hits."<br />
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GAME: Vennan rolls 1d8 + 2d6 + 2: (3)+(7)+2: 12<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Shrike, you're up."<br />
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Shrike stops struggling, hissing towards the triplet. He falls on his bum, becoming prone. This is hardly an issue, however. The deathray clatters on the ground, but that does not so much bother Shrike. A Dwarven Pulley Gun is aimed towards the triplet and fired right into his bum.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Go ahead and roll."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "+1 from PBS, -1 from fatigue"<br />
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GAME: Shrike rolls ranged: (13)+5: 18<br />
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Vennan winces at the force of the blow, narrowing his eyes and gritting his teeth. He slashes again, cutting across his foe.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Hits. Roll damage."<br />
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GAME: Shrike rolls 3d6: (6): 6<br />
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Taurex: A pair of watchmen can finally be seen entering the festival grounds at this point, stepping through the arch just as the wounded Gizzle, carrying his unconcious brother, steps into view. He unceremoniously lowers his brother to the ground and raises his hands. Meanwhile, spitting blood, the berserk Gizzle takes another swing at Vennan, muttering, "Right. I'll do you for that!"<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+10: (19)+10: 29<br />
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<OOC> Vennan has flashbacks to Monty Python.<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d4+7: (4)+7: 11<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "I believe that is enough to knock you out, Vennan?"<br />
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<OOC> Vennan says, "It is indeed."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "How hurting is he?"<br />
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Taurex: With a mighty swing, the berserker knocks Vennan out with a massive roundhouse punch. He mutters to himself, "Right. Settled that then." And as the berserker fury leaves him with the felling of his opponent, he collapses unconcious atop him.<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Can I coup de grace him? :D"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Yes, you can."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Are the guards here, yet?"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "They are at the entrance to the festival grounds, some distance away, arresting the other two Gizzle Triplets."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Fine work!"<br />
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Shrike hisses, moving over to the triplet. Stealing Vennan's dagger, Shrike drives it into the man's chest. "Never let an opponent see you unconscious." He laughs a bit, removing a wand of cure light wounds.<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I'd /like/ to cure Ven and Krav two times each, then flee from the back of the tent with my death ray."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex nods. You have time before the guards reach the tent.<br />
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GAME: Shrike rolls 1d8+1: (2)+1: 3<br />
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GAME: Shrike rolls 1d8+1: (2)+1: 3<br />
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GAME: Shrike rolls 1d8+1: (6)+1: 7<br />
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GAME: Shrike rolls 1d8+1: (6)+1: 7<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Weird. I heal both of you by ten. :)"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Okay. You are both awake again, and we are out of combat."<br />
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Shrike shakes Vennan and Krav, "Get up you two, we've got to get out of here." There's a bone of sympathy in Shrike's body. All the same, he's moving for the back of the tent after sheathing the death ray.<br />
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Taurex: Vennan awakes to find his dagger plunged into the chest of a deadman. Marty Feldman, sipping from a wooden mug, is standing over Vennan, shaking his head sadly.<br />
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<OOC> Kravar whews...well that was fun.<br />
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Kravar sits up and looks around at the carnage. "What...what happened?"<br />
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Vennan seems fairly woozy himself, wincing and rubbing at the back of his head. "Urgh..."<br />
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Taurex: Marty helpfully explains, "A group of fanatical druids released the control spell on my enchanted rats. When I promised a reward for their recapture, things got a bit brawly, but everything was well in hand before some crazy Sith-Makar started shooting people. Then blades were drawn, and, well, this poor fellow ended up dead.<br />
Shrike shakes his head and slips out from the back of the tent. Easy come. Easy go.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Shrike, if you leave now, you're able to get away before the Watch arrives."<br />
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<OOC> Vennan intends to stick around and explain the situation to the Watch.<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "If that's the end of things, I will probably be heading away. Yes. If there is more to this plot, I can hang aroundm."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "It's easy to go either way."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Just the watch arrival is left."<br />
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<OOC> Kravar isn't up on the IC laws here in Alexandria...any ideas how our actions would be seen? I think I pulled a knife on those guys first but they were practically robbing me three on one.<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "Yeeep. I slip away."<br />
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Taurex: A pair of human city watchmen, Rob and Hob Heavyfoot, finally coming strolling up to the corpse and two bloody combatants. Hob calls over to group, "Whats all this about then?"<br />
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Vennan is still wincing from the beating he took as he gets to his feet. "... Officers. Vennan Ha... I mean, Vennan of House Guardian. Explorer's Guild. There was a disturbance. The Gizzle triplets were engaging in some manner of violent shakedown again. And I believe some rats got loose."<br />
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Kravar collects his lost weapons and shield if nobody stops him (slowly, and making a big show of holding them unreadied for use and only long enough to put away). He looks over at Vennan, studying him for a minute but then looking away without any sign of recognition and watching the guard for their reaction.<br />
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Taurex: Hob guffaws, "Rats you say? Oh, we don't worry rats, do we, Rob?" Rob replies, "Just the two legged variety, Hob. And looks like one of those just got a fairly nice dagger stuck in his chest, perhaps these nice gentlemen know whose dagger that might be?" Rob eyes the pair of you thoughtfully.<br />
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GAME: Shrike used a Wand of Cure Light Wounds.<br />
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GAME: Shrike used a Wand of Cure Light Wounds.<br />
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GAME: Shrike used a Wand of Cure Light Wounds.<br />
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GAME: Shrike used a Wand of Cure Light Wounds.<br />
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Vennan raises his eyebrow slightly. "Perhaps I didn't make myself clear. I'm part of the House Guardian Diplomatic Corps from Llyranost. I'm quite certain you wouldn't want to explain to your superiors why you caused an incident. Besides, I'm sure you're sufficiently knowledgeable about local hoodlums to know that these men have records of violence and thieving. We've done you a favor by subduing them. I'm surprised there isn't a bounty of some sort."<br />
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<OOC> Shrike says, "I love you, Vennan."<br />
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Kravar examines the dagger, double-checks his belt to make sure his own is there, then turns towards the guard. "I've never seen that dagger before," he supplies helpfully.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Give me either a bluff or a diplomacy roll, Vennan, your choice."<br />
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GAME: Vennan rolls diplomacy: (17)+8: 25<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+6: (14)+6: 20<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+6: (3)+6: 9<br />
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<OOC> Vennan says, "He's actually telling the truth, not much bluffing involved."<br />
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Taurex: Rob looks at Hob for a moment, then Rob reaches down, pulls the dagger from the corpse, wipes it on the corpse's pant leg, and tosses it so it ends up sliding under the bleachers. Rob then turns to Hob and notes, "On second thought, I don't recall seeing a dagger after all. Looks like this poor fellow just fell on some sharp rocks to me, Hob. That what it look like to you?" Hob nods firmly, "Indeed it does, Rob. Clearly we have another case of falling onto pointy rocks. Lot of that going around these days." He pauses a moment, then adds to Vennan, "Would his . . . grace, is it? Like us to cart away the body or would you . . . . "<br />
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Vennan suppresses a slight smile of satisfaction, though not particularly well. "The correct title is 'Lord', but as you are not citizens of Llyranost, you are not required to address me as such. Simple respect and courtesy will suffice. Do whatever local custom decrees with the body."<br />
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Taurex: Rob promptly replies, "Right you are, Lord. We'll just drop this off at the temple like usual, then." He picks up the corpse and hefts it over one shoulder. Hob notes to Kravar, "And we expect YOU to stop by the watchhouse and give us a report. And, needless to say, you better not cast any dispersions on the good Lord here's character when you do so." Hob turns back to Vennan, "No need for you to do so, of course. We understand you are a busy man and can't be bothered with such things." With that, the pair of guardsmen heads off.<br />
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Kravar gives Hob his most sincere nod, practically standing at attention until the guard is gone and then slumping with relief. He gives Vennan a nod, "Lord." Then he heads for the tent exit, aiming to head back to his room at the inn and sleep for a few days.<br />
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Vennan can't help but smile to himself just a little before he exits the tent. Time to go see if any of those druidesses from earlier are still lingering about. He may be stoic, but he's not made of stone!</div>Taurexhttp://www.tenebraemush.net/index.php?title=Recent_Logs&diff=9301Recent Logs2013-02-27T00:42:10Z<p>Taurex: </p>
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|[[Sildanyari do Not Birth Gnomes]]<br />
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|[[A Tea Cart]]<br />
|[[Svarshan]], [[Jibbom]], [[Azog]], [[Sandy]], [[Mikilos]], [[Lumina]], [[Moonshadow]]<br />
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|August 25, 2012<br />
|[[Moonwatching]]<br />
|[[Kama'o]], [[Mikilos]], [[Colrick]], [[Locien]], [[Usha]], [[Constantin]]<br />
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|[[Prancing Poncy Swiftclaws]]<br />
|[[Jibbom]], [[Sandy]], [[Lumina]], [[Svarshan]], [[Locien]]<br />
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|[[Dastardly Dealings]]<br />
|[[Jibbom]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
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|September 3, 2012<br />
|[[PRP: Catacombs Kidnapping]]<br />
|[[Sonja]], [[Grunak]], [[Colrick]], [[Seadhna]], [[Jibbom]], [[Kathryn]]<br />
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|September 4, 2012<br />
|[[Social: BAD DOG!]]<br />
|[[Kama'o]], [[Moonshadow]], [[Nadara]], [[Lumina]], [[Ashlynn]]<br />
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|September 5, 2012<br />
|[[PRP: The Laughing Anna]]<br />
|[[Moonshadow]], [[Munch]], [[Seadhna]], [[Zarr]]<br />
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|September 6, 2012<br />
|[[The Best Medicine]]<br />
|[[Jibbom]], [[Lumina]], [[Savannah]], [[Boshter]], [[Zalara]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
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|September 8, 2012<br />
|[[Social: Hangover]]<br />
|[[Kama'o]], [[Teppus]], [[Chloe]], [[Lumina]], [[Donk]]<br />
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|[[Muse of Doom]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Azog]], [[Jessa]], [[Zalara]], [[Quint]], [[Svarshan]], [[Chloe]]<br />
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|Sept 14, 2012<br />
|[[Career Day]]<br />
|[[Ormarr|Wonderpony]], [[Jessa]], [[Mikilos]], [[Angrid]], [[Zalara]], [[Constantin]]<br />
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|[[PrP: Sanctuary Cleansing]]<br />
|[[Jessa]], [[Melbert]]<br />
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|[[Not Yet a Knight]]<br />
|[[Kerbasy]], [[Jareth]], [[Azog]], [[Cesran]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
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|[[Double Rainbow Man (Again)]]<br />
|[[Svarshan]], [[Agril]], [[Jessa]], [[Constantin]], [[Selia]], [[Younger]]<br />
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|[[Coyote Meets Phoenix]]<br />
|[[Jibbom]], [[Jessa]]<br />
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|[[Abrahil]], [[Younger]], [[Jessa]], [[Munch]], [[Chloe]], [[Lumina]]<br />
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|[[Thrax]]<br />
|[[Savannah]], [[Jibbom]], [[Cesran]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
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|[[Hip-pest Reaction]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Zalara]], [[Jessa]], [[Moonshadow]], [[Ellerela]]<br />
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|[[Sandy]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Jinks]], [[Constantin]], [[Arissa]]<br />
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|[[Myrana]], [[Svarshan]]<br />
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|[[The Statues]]<br />
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|[[Challenge Beyond Our Means]]<br />
|[[Albain]], [[Craft]], [[Svarshan]]<br />
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|[[Punchy Friends]]<br />
|[[Aenyn]], [[Gragnar]], [[Liessa]], [[Sandy]], [[Svarshan]]<br />
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|[[Alleyway]]<br />
|[[Donk]], [[Faun]], [[Quint]], [[Selia]], [[Whendi]]<br />
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|[[Kittens Jessa Kittens|Kittens, Jessa, Kittens!]]<br />
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|October 27, 2012<br />
|[[There Can be Only One Pretty Pretty Princess|There Can be Only One (Pretty Pretty Princess)]]<br />
| [[Azog]], [[Cinnamon]], [[Sandy]], [[Constantin]], [[Svarshan]]<br />
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|[[Gragnar]], [[Jessa]], [[Svarshan]], [[Sandy]], [[Jibbom]], [[Emir]]<br />
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|November 11, 2012<br />
|[[Coming to Alexandria]]<br />
|[[Fiona]], [[Cesran]]<br />
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|November 11, 2012<br />
|[[Young impressionable Youth]]<br />
|[[Younger]], [[Fiona]]<br />
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|November 13, 2012<br />
|[[Till Death Do us Part]]<br />
|[[Mel]], [[Ashlynn]], [[Zalara]], [[Eliathitae]], [[Fiona]]<br />
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|[[Goblintown]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Jareth]], [[Younger]], [[Fiona]]<br />
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|November 16, 2012<br />
|[[A Land Down Under]]<br />
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|[[Once Upon a Jail Cell]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Myrana]], [[Svarshan]], [[Fiona]], [[Eliathitae]], [[Selia]]<br />
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|[[Bar Talk]]<br />
|[[Angrid]], [[Azog]], [[Kaedin]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
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|[[Of Honor and Laughter]]<br />
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|[[The Beginning of an Odd Partnership]]<br />
|[[Kaedin]], [[Maxine]]<br />
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|November 28, 2012<br />
|[[Thoughts on Jobs and Life]]<br />
|[[Hilal]], [[Oates]], [[Halani]], [[Quint]]<br />
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|November 27, 2012<br />
|[[Sandy Gets Hitched]]<br />
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|[[A Type of Armor]]<br />
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|[[Goblin Caravan]]<br />
|[[Craft]], [[Mikilos]], [[Oates]]<br />
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|[[Sandy]], [[Oates]], [[Fiona]], [[Svarshan]], [[Liessa]], [[Azog]], [[Achala]], [[Leisel]]<br />
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|[[Grin Apolypse]]<br />
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|[[Bar Chatter]]<br />
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|[[Poor Holiday Tidings]]<br />
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|[[Art of Slice, the]]<br />
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|[[Adventurers Guild Bringing in the New Year|Adventurer's Guild: Bringing in the New Year]]<br />
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|[[In the Market]]<br />
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|[[Of Guns, Maintenance, and Weather]]<br />
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|[[Desolate Dig]]<br />
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|[[Along the Road]]<br />
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|[[PrP: Trouble Brewing]]<br />
|[[Arafel]], [[Oates]], [[Rotgut]], [[Tavissha]], [[Brolin]]<br />
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|[[Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Deliciousness]]<br />
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|[[Lost And Found]]<br />
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|[[Makar at the Ox]]<br />
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|[[PrP: Up in Smoke]]<br />
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|[[PrP: 3:10 to Selentia]]<br />
|[[Birgit]], [[Chloe]], [[Elessa]], [[Remethaer]]<br />
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|February 15, 2013<br />
|[[PrP: Pie and Orc]]<br />
|[[Mako]], [[Remethaer]], [[Aviere]]<br />
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|February 19, 2013<br />
|[[PrP: Meat on Stick Part 1]]<br />
|[[Taurex]], [[Moonshadow]], [[Abrahil]], [[Kilian]]<br />
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|February 25, 2013<br />
|[[PrP: Meat on Stick Part 2]]<br />
|[[Taurex]], [[Vennan]], [[Kravar]], [[Shrike]]<br />
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[[Category:Logs]]</div>Taurexhttp://www.tenebraemush.net/index.php?title=PrP:_Meat_on_Stick_Part_1&diff=9270PrP: Meat on Stick Part 12013-02-20T05:07:45Z<p>Taurex: </p>
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<div>Dramatic PrP: Meat-on-a-Stick<br />
Scene 1 (of 3)<br />
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PLOT RUNNER: Taurex<br />
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PCs INVOLVED:<br />
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Moonshadow (Monk 4) - Tall oruch woman with a dancer's grace <br />
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Abrahil (Wizard 8) - A valiant, gnomish slayer of paper demons. <br />
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Kilian (Fighter 3) - Tall female, chain shirt and longbow. <br />
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GOLD/TREASURE RELATED EVENTS:<br />
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Kilian riffled through the pockets of Morigan Snide while he was unconscious. <br />
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SCENE:<br />
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Local Alexandria Market District. Just west of the Northern Highbridge and east of the arena, commerce blooms. Noisy and bustling, most anything may be purchased here for a price. Vendors from all cultures sell their wares from exotically colored carts, and the smells of different nations and far-off city-states mix with local ones from Alexandria and its riverbanks.<br />
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KEY NPCS:<br />
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Mr. Morigan P. Snide, Purveyer of Fine Meats on a Stick.<br />
(Level 1 Human Rogue, N)<br />
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A greasy-looking human, average height and weight, with a slight stoop to his shoulders. His clothing appears to have been hand-sewn in the style of a successful merchant, but made of much cheaper cloth and showing signs of obvious patching. A rope is draped around his neck, attached to two sides of a large metal box propped up against his chest. The box has been colorfully painted with appetizing images of various forms of meat impaled on woden skewers. On each side is emblazoned, “Morigan P. Snide, Purveyer of Fine Meats. On a Stick.” A small, note, with handwriting so tiny as to be barely readable, has been stuck to an out of the way corner of the left side of the box, with the additional wording, No warranty or guranteed, implied or written is made to the actual content of items referred to as 'meat'. Product sold is for decorate purposes only and not intended for actual consumption. Any illness, spontaneous combustion, or loss of teeth resulting from said consumptions is the sole responsibility of the purchaser.”<br />
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Mr. Ronald Belcher the Cobbler (Level 4 Gnome Fighter, NG)<br />
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A stout gnome, about three feet tall, wearing rough brown home-spun. A well-worn hammer and pair of large vicious looking shears are tucked into his belt, and a large pouch of nails jingles with every step.<br />
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Gizzle Triplets<br />
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Ranging in age between 17 and 21, the Gizzle Triplets have been on their own since for ten years, ever since their parent's farm was raided by orcs while they were odd playing in the woods. Their parents, having just as unpleasant personalities as their offspring, had been feuding with all their neighbors for years. As such, there was no one to stop by and find out about the tragedy until some six years later when the local lord finally got around to seizing the farm for unpaid taxes. Since then, the triplets have wandered, making a living through petty theft, extortion, and blatant robbery.<br />
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Mrs. Tiddler (Commoner NPC, NG)<br />
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A middle-aged gnome, pretty except for the worry creases on her face, is wearing a patched but clean blue dress decorated with images of small white flowers. She owns a small stall in the marketplace where she sells hand-carved wooden animals.<br />
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Jen Jars (Commoner NPC, N)<br />
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A young non-descript male halfling of modest dress. Assistant to Marty Fellman of Marty Fellman's Incredible Rodent Circu<br />
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Rob and Hob Heavyfoot (Level 6 Human Fighter, LN)<br />
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Two rather laid back members of the City Watch. Clad in chainmail, they carry clubs, light steel shields, longswords, and light crossbows.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "I'll be doing an intro pose. To make it easier for folks to track what I am providing vs the participants, I'll be using poses followed by a colon for environment descriptions, NPC actions."<br />
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"Oh! Why, look at these! You know, I've always had a fondness for purple...it's my color, you know," Abrahil concludes a bit shyly. He stands near one of the vendors, a set of beads held between his hands. Though, if it's held between his hands or across his stomach, it's a little hard to tell as teh latter rests so comfortably in front of him. He wears a set of brightly colored cloth, with a pair of glasses perched upon his nose, and seems quite excited about the beads as he chatters away at the shopkeep.<br />
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Taurex: Its a busy day in the Local Alexandria Market District. While many of the vendors and market stalls are the same, there are a few new people about. Ms. Tingler, a middle-aged gnome, is manning a small staff where she is selling wooden carvings of puppies and kittens to a largely disinterested public. A young halfling, Jen Jars, is posting flyers about an upcoming visit from something called "Marty Fellman's Incredible Rodent Circus", the Gizzle Triplets, three human self-proclaimed barbarians, are hanging about, and Mr. Morigan P. Snide is hawking his infamous 'meat on a stick' from a box around his neck.<br />
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This is the exact sort of thing that gives Vennan his immense disdain for Alexandria's people and customs. One can almost feel the palpable loathing for the culture which the snooty elft exudes as he makes his way through the market, eyeing every vendor with suspicious and distrust. Upon spotting one of the flyers for the 'circus' he is positively aghast. "... This is what suffices for entertainment here, is it?"<br />
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Making her way into the marketplace, Moonshadow casually smiles at children passing by. Stopping at one of the flyers, she stands in front of it quietly and reads it, looking it over. "Hmmm....a circus, huh? I don't think I've ever seen one. Should be an interesting look, to say the least."<br />
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"Why they're--oh! Oh, my. You know, I've never seen a circus before. ...well, except this one time, with mum, you see. She wanted to--" and here he prattles on. He quite forgets the beads, handing them back to the shopkeep before waddling (wandering) over towards the lucht with the flyers. He waddles more than he walks, moving with a sort of walking motion, like a pendulum swinging back and forth, topped with a roundish head. In fact, he nearly bumps into Vennan. Or, well, he DOES. In fact, he sort of bumbles to a halt and completely oblivious to the man's mutterings, beams up at him, "Why, a circus! Isn't that wonderful! Oh, I just know it will be..." Bumblebumblebumble...<br />
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Kilian's long strides carry her easily through the crowds. Her gaze moves about, eyeing various wares, and vendors. She stops occasionally in the shade of the tents errected to house various vendors, getting a good glance at the locals. Her eyes rest upon the barbarians for a moment, her hand moves to the hilt of her sword as if in reassurance that its there. She adjusts her longbow across her back, and a grin crosses her face, not a warm grin mind you.<br />
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Taurex: The Gizzle triplets have begin to drift over to Ms. Tiddler's stall, driving away the few customers that looked interested. Meanwhile, Jars has spotten two potential marks, er, customers looking at the fliers and heads over, rudely chiming in, "Greatest show on earth folks. His amazing enchanted rats are both the performers and the circus animals! Clowns, aerial acrobatics, the whole lot! All for your convinient viewing on a single 30 foot wide table! You've never seen anything like it!"<br />
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"Oh, you don't say! Why, I remember when...oh. /Oh/, I did just tell that story, didn't I? Well! My goodness...so you're in the THEAT--the er, circus, my boy! What drew you to /this/ one?" and Abrahil stops to look at one of the flyers, beaming at it and then the lucht as he does. He's round, though not nearly so tall as Moonshadow or even Kilian. They might trip over him!<br />
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Taurex: Ms. Tiddler is a middle-aged gnome, pretty except for the worry creases on her face, who is wearing a patched but clean blue dress decorated with images of small white flowers. Each of the Gizzle triplets, on the other hand, look like they stepped out of a Connan movie, decked out in store-bought furs and strings of claws and teeth, along with an overabudance of squirrel skulls. Each has an usually large great sword strapped to their back. The kind that are covered with engravings and bits of colored glass but are made from cheap steel that no real warrior would take a second look at.<br />
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Kilian keeps an eye on the three barbarians, always keeping them infront of her as she moves through the crowd. She comes close to the peopel inspecting the flyers and chimes in herself. "Nothing new about rats... only good for eating and target practice.."<br />
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Taurex: Jars frowns as he listens to the stranger rattle on. No, that is NOT how this is supposed to go. He hastily clarifies, "I'm just the owner's assistant, friend. I don't actually perform. No indeed. The stars of this circus are the animals. Well worth the small ticket price, I assure you!" He looks around nervously, "But, I really need to get the rest of these flyers up . . . so I hope you'll excuse me."<br />
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Moonshadow actually places a hand upon Abrahil's shoulder as he prattles on. Chuckling at the round man as he excitedly chatters about the circus, she turns her head to hear Kilian's comment. She then turns to watch the three 'barbarians' walk by, and chuckles lightly. "Interesting for a circus to be coming here, don't you think, Abrahil?"<br />
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"Oh!" Abrahil's brows shoot up, and for a moment the small, round figure looks as though he might cry. He takes a DEEP and BRACING! breath and folds his hands across his not insizable paunch, and clears his throat a bit. "Oh, dear. ...I had so /hoped/!" he says to Moonshadow, and then beams, "Why, yes, it is! And oh my...why look! I don't think I've noticed those, before..." and he reaches up to pat her hand, pat pat, pat pat, and point enthusiastically at the wonderful little animal carvings. "I don't think those would be very edible," he says to Kilian, in a hushed whisper. Look! Secrets!<br />
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Taurex: As Kilian is keeping a close eye on the three barbarians, a loud voice suddenly erupts behind her, "Miss, do you enjoy a nice juicy steak? If so, you may also enjoy my famous cow-on-a-stick. Today's special, two for a single coin! A bargain not to be beat, miss." He opens the lip on the metal box hanging in front of him and a delicious aroma wafts out. The loud voice belongs to a greasy-looking human, average height and weight, with a slight stoop to his shoulders. His clothing appears to have been hand-sewn in the style of a successful merchant, but made of much cheaper cloth and showing signs of obvious patching. A rope is draped around his neck, attached to two sides of a large metal box propped up against his chest. The box has been colorfully painted with appetizing images of various forms of meat impaled on woden skewers. On each side is emblazoned, 'Morigan P. Snide, Purveyer of Fine Meats. On a Stick.' A small, note, with handwriting so tiny as to be barely readable, has been stuck to an out of the way corner of the left side of the box, with the additional wording, No warranty or guranteed, implied or written is made to the actual content of items referred to as 'meat'. Product sold is for decorate purposes only and not intended for actual consumption. Any illness, spontaneous combustion, or loss of teeth resulting from said consumptions is the sole responsibility of the purchaser.'<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Anyone who wishes, can make local knowledge rolls."<br />
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GAME: Abrahil rolls knowledge/local: (11)+16: 27<br />
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Kilian nearly jumps out of her skin as a person addresses her from behind, her hand whipping instantly to her sword. Not some candy decorated sword, one of a professional swordsmen. She holds her hand and gives the man a glare. "I've had my rat for the day, thanks... " her eyes move down at the food, and over the man's person. She glances at the box but doesn't really make any response as to what may be written upon it. She turns her attention to the small Abrahil, "Meat is best done fresh.."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Abrahil: You know the following, Mrs. Tiddler lost her husband in a bar brawl a year ago, when he was knifed in the back. Rumors circulated that one of the Gizzle Triplets was responsible, but it was never proven. Since then, she has struggled to support her three young daughters by selling hand-carved wooden animals in the market. The Gizzle Triplets are known for trying to intimidate small merchants into paying them protection, lurking around their stalls and scaring away business until they get paid off. Snide is known for his set pattern. He'll get out of jail, get a job somewhere for a while, save up his money, then lose everything in some sort of ill-considered business venture. Desperate, he'll resort to fraud and theft to try to keep things going, get arrested again, and spend another stint in jail."<br />
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"Oh, my. I'm afraid I'm not that robust my dear," Abrahil says morosely. He reaches up to tap the side of his lenses and smiles up at her. As he does, the sunlight catches that quite broad bald spot on the top of his head. "Oh, goodness. I'm afraid those figures might be too well done for even me though, you know. ...but she /is/ quite the dear," he adds in lower tones so that Moonshadow and Kilian might overhear. "We really might look at them, you know. And..." he trails off a moment, and then gives Mrs. Tiddler a shy wave before turning back around.<br />
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Moonshadow chuckles. "Come on then. Lets go take a look at those figurines then." She says before lightly tugging Abrahil over towards the booth, smiling to Mrs. Tiddler in a friendly way. Of course, she also teasingly rubs Abrahil's bald spot, as if to make it shine more.<br />
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Taurex: Mrs. Tiddler seems overjoyed that someone was brave enough to visit her stall despite the Gizzles hanging about. While still looking nervous, she happily replies to Abrahil, "All are hand-carved. Very reasonable prices. Just make an offer good sir." She reaches over to pick up wooden kitten in particular and hold it out. "This one was modeled after my dear little Tiffinay. Oh, how my daughters loved to play with her." Then a tear appears in her eye, "But, last week, we found her dead on our stoop. Someone had wrung the poor little thing's neck." At that, one of the triplets guffaws loudly, "Oh yes. Poor little thing. That will teach it to scra. . . ." At that point one of the other Triplets hushes him up. Meanwhile, Snide, not to take 'no' for an answer, pulls a wooden skewer out of the box, on which is impaled unusually thin slices of meat interposes with pieces of potato, and waves it in front of Kilian, "Just smell the deliciousness!"<br />
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Taurex: Snide then helpfully adds, "Made with genuine 100 percent animal! Well, except for the tater . . . Thats more of a plant. Mostly."<br />
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Ack! Abrahil reaches up to pat the poor bits of hair that remain back into place, and straightens his brightly colored, orange-and-pink jacket so it's just so! To the gnomish gentleman: no one is patting his bald spot! Oh, NO! Such a thing must not exist! So, of course, he stammers and prattles on, "Oh, it's--" ack! "--oh dear. They're quite lovely, m'dear. Why..." he blinks a few times and then suddenly makes a grab for his lenses. They seem to have suddenly made a dive for the ground!<br />
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Kilian's gaze follows Abrihil and Moonshadow across to the stall, her eyes narrowing a bit as she watches the three thugs from a distance. She doesn't really hear the conversation about the kitten, because of the meat on a stick guy trying to shove food in her face. Her cold stare settles on the man. "You'll end up in pieces in that box if you shove anything else into my face." Her hand once again wraps around the hilt of her sword. She shifts her weight onto the balls of her feet, as if making ready for whatever the meat man may wish to dish out.<br />
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Moonshadow turns her head as Abrahil 'dives' for his lenses. "How Odd." She says, placing a gaze upon the triplet that uttered those words before he was shushed. "She sounded like a wonderful cat, ma'am." She says turning her head back towards Mrs. Tiddler. "Reasonable prices? Do you make any of foxes, wolves and the like? I know of a few druids that would frequent your stall if they knew of such wonderful craftsmanship."<br />
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<OOC> Abrahil'd like to animate some of the wooden critters, and have them do a little dance. Maybe it'll attract her some visitors? ^^;<br />
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Taurex: Snide takes one long side step away from Killian, then cautiously circles around her before waving the meat-on-a-stick in front of Abrahil and Moonshadow, "How about either of you fine citizens? Care for a delicious hot meal? Nothing is quite like my cow-on-a-stick. Marianated in seven secret herbs and spices!" Meanwhile one of the Gizzle Triplers nods his heads towards Killian and remarks, "I knew she wasn't man enough to eat one of Snide's stomack busters. Takes a real man to keep one of those things down. Remember when I managed to finish three of them last week?" At that, one of the other triplets remarks, "Yeah, and I remember the small house with a window where you spent the night, too!" At that, all three break out in obnoxious guffaws. Meanwhile Mrs. Tiddler looks thoughtful, "Well, I've mostly done cats and dogs, cause that is what I've seen around the city. But, maybe i could find a picture book . . . "<br />
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Taurex: Ronald Belcher, a stout gnome enters the marketplace, his neck craning as he scans the crowds. He is about three feet tall, wearing rough brown home-spun. A well-worn hammer and pair of large vicious looking shears are tucked into his belt, and a large pouch of nails jingles with every step. His face is currently a bright red.<br />
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Moonshadow leans her head back from the slice of meat shoved into her face. She looks over towards Killian and chuckles. "no thank you. I ate before I came here." Her attention is back upon MRs Tiddler though. "What about if you saw those particular animals?"<br />
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"Oh, my. They /do/ look wonderful..." Abrahil enthuses as he fumbles his lenses back into place. Gold-gilted things with rose-tinted lenses, they look as though they'd be more at home on a grandmother than an...well. An elderly gnome. He beams though, once they're in place, and...leans over to whisper to Moonshadow quite firmly, "Those young boys still have a bit of snot up their nose," he says darkly. Get off my lawn! Then he looks up to Mrs. Tiddler and, "Oh dear. ...do you mind if we have a look? And oh, my. A fox would be lovely, wouldn't it?" He picks up one of the small dogs to look at it.<br />
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Taurex: Mrs. Tiddler looks surprised, "You mean in person? Why, it should be easy enough in that case! Do you think that is possible?" she carefully sets her prize carving back down, only to have one of the Gizzle triplets immediately snatch it back up and hold it up as if he was actually considering purchasing it. Mrs Tiddler brings her hand to her mouth, as if she was about to say something but thought better of it. Snide, finally realizing a sale is not in the offing, backs away and moves further down the row of stalls to purvey his goods elsewhere.<br />
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Kilian's stance relaxes a bit as the meat man moves off, and over to Abrahil and Moonshadow. Her hand now meerly rests on the sword hilt, a relaxed yet alert figure. Her gaze rests on the three thugs, her face impassive. She moves off a distance, but not too far from the three thugs and the vendor stall. She glances over goods from another stall, then glances back to the three. Finally she gives a shrug, and a light shake of her head. "Not worth it.. " she mutters.<br />
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Taurex: Snide has only moved about thirty feet away from Mrs. Tiddler's stall when he suddenly finds his passage blocked by an angry gnome, Mr. Belcher. Mr. Belcher points a finger in Snide's face and angrily shouts, "You bastard! You stole an entire crate of double-thick soles from the back of my shop!" Snide hastily replies, "Soles? Do I look like a cobbler or a priest? What would I need with soles?"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Round 1. We are not in combat, rounds are merely being used to track the passage of time for future events. Continue to pose freely."<br />
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Moonshadow takes a deep breath when the triplet picks up the cat figurine. "Excuse me." She says softly directly to the triplet.....and holding out her hand. "I will be purchasing that figurine, if you don't mind......" She didn't even seem the least bit scared of them.<br />
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Abrahil pushes his lenses up his nose a bit, and puts the small dog back in with the others. And well, that's when it starts to wag its tail and walk about! It doesn't move very far...but it begins to wriggle and wobble, all the things that dogs do, with its tail flopping here and there. "Oh, bless me. I do think we've got quite the show here!" he says and raises his voice at the last, as though making an announcement. And in a way, he is. Not just the dog, but a few of the cats begin to move--chasing yarn, pouncing one another... He glances over at the quarreling pair and then back again. When Moonshadow speaks up to demand the figure back, he practically beams. "Such courage, my dear!" he whispers!<br />
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<OOC> Abrahil ack's. I thought he'd had silent image prepp'd. But guess not. In that, spontaneous-cast major image! XD<br />
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Taurex: The triplet begins to gently toss the cat figurine from hand to hand, before replying to Moonshadow, "You mean this one here? You sure you want to do that, what with it being broken and all . . ." At the moment, the figurine looks completely intact. Mrs. Tingler stares down at her suddenly moving carvings, her jaw dropping open. she stutters, "But . . but whats . . . " Then she glances up at the juggled figurine as if she is now completely loss about what is going on or what to do. She gently bites her lower lip in frustration.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Round 2"<br />
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Moonshadow blinks down at the triplet tosing the figurine between his hands. "Do you truly wish to act like a child, or is that the only thing you're good at? I'm giving you one more chance. Give me the figurine." She continues to hold out her hand. By now, however, she's no longer smiling.....<br />
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The juggling of the figurine catches her attention. Kilian turns and leans her hip up against a table, watching from a short distance. She looks over Moonshadow, then back to the three thugs. Once again she shakes her head, "Stupid as well as beligerant... who would have guessed." She turns her attention towards the road, looking for something, only the furrowed brows would give indication she isn't seeing it.<br />
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Taurex: Belcher grows even redder in the face as he shouts at Snide, "What do you do with them? What do you do with them? Everyone knows what you do with them. You paint on grill marks and sell them out of that accursed box of yours! Give me back my property now! I need those to fulfill a big order and can't afford to buy replacements. If I don't get those back I'm going to lose everything!" At this news, Snide suddenly looks guilty for just a moment before his poker face returned. He haughtedly replies, "Thats your problem. I didn't take your soles and you have no evidence I did."<br />
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Taurex; The triplet tosses the figure up into the air in a high arc, only in the general direction of Moonshadow.<br />
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The figurine in the thug's hand begins to wriggle, too. Abrahil glances over, and then hurries over to Mrs. Tiggler. Though, it must be said he bobs more than he walks, bobbles more than runs. It's sort of like being approached by a bit of jell-o. When he gets there, he looks earnestly up at her, "Oh, don't worry, m'dear. It's just a bit of Coyote's mischief. ...I'm from the Academy, you know," he adds underneath his breath, and then wriggles his fingers in a conspiratorial way that has bits of glitter and color popping out of them. ...and then. Well, then...Snide speaks up and the little wizard's face goes ashen. Just /ashen/.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Moonshadow, make a dex roll to catch it before it falls."<br />
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<OOC> Abrahil says, "Ignore the part about the wiggling figurine. I tossed in late. :3"<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow rolls dexterity: (15)+3: 18<br />
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You whisper "You successfully caught it. Feel free to pose a daring catch." to Moonshadow.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Round 3"<br />
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Taurex: Belcher snears, "Proof? Proof? I'll show you proof!" WIth that, Belcher suddenly grabs hold of Snide's metal box. Belcher and Snide begin struggling over possession of the box of meat-on-a-stick.<br />
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Kilian's attention was upon the figurine when it went up, but it moves to the meat man and his adversary, and their fight over the box. She gives the fruit merchant a copper, and begins to munch lazily on the fruit watching the fight. She doesn't seem at all interested in interfering with the fight that is going on.<br />
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As the inept 'juggler' mishandles the figurine, Moonshadow quickly plucks it out of reach of the triplet. "Funny. even without the figurine, you seem little bigger than a child." She says before walking her way over to Mrs. Tiddler. "Hang onto this, ma'am. I'll be back for it. If you must keep it in a safe place." She says before turning her attention back to the triplet. "Only a small mind bullies others. An idiot tries to bully everyone." She then perks an ear at the escalating argument, staying near Mrs. Tiddler until the triplet vacates......<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Give me an intimidation roll, Moonshadow."<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow rolls intimidate: (4)+6: 10<br />
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Taurex: The triplet just smirks at Moonshadow, then shrugs and gestures towards his two brothers, "Come on fellows, lets do like the pretty little lady asks." Then he gives a hard glare at Mrs. Tiddler, "But we will be back. You can count on it. And, I won't be in such a pleasant mood when I return either. Think on that, little gnome."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Round 4"<br />
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Taurex : As the rope holding Snide's box in place snaps, his box tilts and meat-on-a-stick pour out onto the street. Snide angrily slaps Belcher across the face. In response, Belcher quick-draws his leather-cutting shears from his belt and in one easy smooth motion plunges them deep into Snide's chest. Belcher stands there for a moment as Snide collapses onto the ground, his hands feebly clutching at the shears now protruding from his chest.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Anyone wishing to intervene in Snide's stabbing, go ahead and do a +init. If you just plan to observe, its not necessary."<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow rolls initiative: Roll: 11 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 14<br />
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Abrahil clasps his hands together across his great-sized paunch. It's a little wider than he is tall, perhaps, and it wobbles with each of his words! Dramatically! "Dear boys, I--" and then. Then. The stabbing of the young man quite takes the wind out of him. "I...oh my..." he says, voice choked. He reaches down to pat Mrs. Tiddler's hand, though it's uncertain whose comfort it's for. It's probably just a reflex.<br />
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GAME: You roll initiative for Belcher: Roll: 20 + Bonus: 7 = Total: 27<br />
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GAME: You roll initiative for Snide: Roll: 12 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 15<br />
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Taurex: Belcher suddenly realizes what he has done and takes off running at his full gnomish speed. Since he's a gnome, his base speed is only 20, so its not particularly fast, of course. He leaves his shears in Snide.<br />
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"I'll keep that in mind....and I look forward to your next visit." Moonshadow says before she sees Belcher stab Snide. At once, she runs after Belcher and she will catch him quite quickly whether she runs or not.<br />
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Kilian's brows come up as the meat man ends up on a pair of shears.<br />
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Taurex: Snide, gasping on the ground, pulls a dagger out of his shirt sleeve and hurls it at the fleeing Belcher.<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow says, "My normal speed is 40."<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls d20+3: (13)+d20+3: 16<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d4+2: (3)+2: 5<br />
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Kilian's brows come up as the meat man ends up on a pair of shears. She hesitates for a moment, once again looking about and not seeing what she's looking for. She glances back and takes another bite of her fruit, continuing to simply observe.<br />
Taurex: The dagger sinks into Belcher's shoulder as he flees, but the gnome barely seems to notice the injury in his flight.<br />
Kilian adds in an undertone.. "Interesting.. no guards.."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Moonshadow, you can easily catch up to the gnome, since you move twice as fast."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Your init, Moonshadow. Are you attempting a grapple maneuver?"<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow isn't very good at grappling, but, why not.<br />
GAME: Moonshadow rolls weapon1: (5)+7: 12<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Belcher left his shears in Snide and hasn't drawn his hammer from his belt, so he wouldn't get an attack of opportunity on you."<br />
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Taurex: Belcher easily steps aside as Moonshadow tries to get hold of him. He warns her, "Back off, lady. I don't got no beef with you, but I'm not going to go away for dealing with the likes of that scum!" With that, he pulls a hammer from his belt and continues . . . slowly . . . moving away.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Now he'd get an attack of opportunity, unless you have improved grapple."<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow doesn't.....but I'm not going to grapple him again.<br />
Taurex: Snide's eyes go wide as grease from the tipped over box of meat-on-a-stick threatens to splash on his injury. He attempts to crawl away, but only gets a few feet before falling unconscious in a steadily expanding pool of blood.<br />
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Abrahil looks from one to the other and then just sort of wrings his hands. "Oh dear," he says, and "Oh dear..." And, to no one in particular, "...would anyone like a pot of tea?"<br />
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Kilian drops her fruit onto the ground and moves forward to inspect the meat man on the ground. She looks to be sure she knows if the three are near before she kneels to inspect the meat man to see if his wounds are fatal. "I'm no healer... " she glances around for some child to send to get a cleric. "Someone... go get a healer.." She glances down at the man. "Looks like you pushed one to many times.."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "If you have the heal skill, make a roll, Kilian."<br />
"I think I shall make some tea..." Abrahil says a bit weakly. He glances around, and by now the dogs and kittens have stopped dancing. He's too distracted, and stands there wringing his hands for a time. "A bit of tea...oh. Oh /dear/. Guards, GUARDS!!"<br />
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GAME: Kilian rolls heal: (12)+0: 12<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Based on that roll, Killian (you need a 15 for successful first aid), you think the thing to do, is just yank out those shears as quick as you can, then stuff whatever is handy into the hole let behind to plug it up."<br />
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Taurex: Mrs Tiddler has turned pale at this point, and is just muttering "Oh dear. Oh Dear." over and over again.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "What are you doing Moonshadow?"<br />
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<OOC> Kilian says, "Actually, Kilian is more likely to check his pockets for money than pull shears out. ;)"<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow says, "I'm going to toss a tanglefoot bag at him."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Go ahead and pose rifling though his pockets. It will be noted with the log submission for when treasure is awarded."<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow says, "now to figure out how it works."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Its a ranged touch attack."<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow rolls 1d20+6: (18)+6: 24<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+4: (2)+4: 6<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow used a Tanglefoot Bag.<br />
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You whisper "you hit and he failed his reflex roll. Go ahead and pose him being successfully glued to the floor." to Moonshadow.<br />
<OOC> Taurex says, "Kilian, if you are rifling through his pockets, give me a stealth roll if you are trying to hide what you are doing from the people around you."<br />
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Making a bit of a face, Moonshadow tugs a old dusty bag from her belt. "Going to jail is better than having to die over killing someone like him." She then tosses the bag at his feet, where the bag poofs and grabs his feet with quick setting vine that are tough to get out of......as the gnome has figured out. "As You've just figured out, I'd rather you stuck around."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Or Sleight of hand"<br />
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Kilian looks at the shirt of the man, about ready to tear it into strips to make a bandage of sorts, but looks at him with the shears in his chest. "Tough wound.. I don't think you're going to make it." she does pat him down.. you know, in case he has a spare bandage, in case he were to get stabbed for stealing.<br />
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GAME: Kilian rolls stealth: (5)+2: 7<br />
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Taurex: A pair of human city watchmen, Rob and Hob Heavyfoot, finally coming strolling into the marketplace. Hob spots the bleeding Snide and the pair head leisurely over in that direction. Hob calls over to Kilian, "Whats all this about then?"<br />
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Kilian glances up casually looking at the pair. "Wonder when you fellas were going to stroll by. Been waiting for you, during the whole fight." She nods in the direct of Moonshadow and the fleeing gnome, newly caught by a tanglefoot bag. "Best ask the man accusing this one of stealing from him.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Abr, give me another knowledge local roll."<br />
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GAME: Abrahil rolls knowledge/local: (13)+16: 29<br />
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You whisper "You recognized Belcher as a local cobbler named Ronald Belcher, quite skilled. You know both where his shoe shop and his home is located. You also know he has a wife and three children and up to now has been an upstanding member of the community." to Abrahil.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Moonshadow, Belcher is currently unable to move, but will no doubt eventually break free. Are you going to stand there and shout for the watch, walk quietly away and hope for the best, try to knock him unconcious with ranged attacks (he appears to have no ranged weapon), cast a spell on him, etc."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Try to convince him to surrender himself, etc."<br />
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"Oh dear..." Abrahil's come back with tea, now. He'd found it...somewhere. A pair of cups from one of the stalls, possibly. He trundles back into the area and settles one of the cups down in front of the widow. And looks for a seat, himself. "There...oh dear. This will help the nerves, m'dear. ...I'm just delighted the guards finally got here."<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow is going to stand there until the watch comes by or he breaks free. I have no ranged attacks, so it's a moot point, but if he breaks free, Moonshadow's honor says his life becomes forfeit.<br />
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Taurex: Mrs. Tiddler gratefully accepts the tea and takes a sip, finally remarking, "Such a shame when a gnome goes bad. Not that that Mr. Snide didn't deserve it. Some folks shouldn't be allowed on the street, if you ask me."<br />
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"Oh he's quite terrible, you know. ...oh, dear. You know, you hear all sorts of things..." Abrahil agrees. He turns his tea around nervously in his hands, and gives a little wave to someone he thinks he recognizes on the street.<br />
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Taurex: Rob bends over to look at the shears sticking out of Snide. He reaches down and yanks them out of Snide for a closer look, ignoring Snide's anguished yowl, before remarking, "Why, I do believe these are, whatchamacall them, a workman's tool. Maybe we're looking at the work of some angry craftsman, here, Hob." Hob nods slowly, before replying, "Could be, Could be. Think it has anything to do with that gnome younder with the hammer in hand?" Rob thinks for a moment, then turns to Kilian, "So . . . the gnome with the hammer accused this man," he gives Snide a little kick to illustrate to whom he was referring, "of stealing from him, then, these shears mysterious appeared in his belly? Quite a mystery. Quite a mystery, we have here. Perhaps you'd better bring that gnome over here for questioning, Hob." Hob nods again at that, "Right you are, my brother," and strolls over to where Belcher is still struggling with the goo on his feet.<br />
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Abrahil shudders at the goings-on, though the shudder makes him jiggle, a bit. He puts his tea down on the ground next to him and clasps his hands tightly. "Oh, such a tragedy. ...you know, it's almost as sad as when we lost Mr. Barker that one time..." He clasps his hands a bit more tightly.<br />
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Taurex: Hob gives Belcher a right smart whack to the back of the head with his club, and Belcher slumps to the ground. Hob gives the gnome a yank until he becomes unstuck, then casually tucks him under one arm as he heads back over to Rob and Snide. Mrs Tiddler, meanwhile, politely inquires, "Mr. Barker? Whatever happened to him?"<br />
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Kilian stands up and kicks the box that the meat man was carrying. "Supposedly, he stole some soles.. cooked them up or some such.." she looks down as the man is still alive, and gives a shrug. She glances towards the tall Moonshadow and gives her a nod, and looks to the small Abrahil and Mrs. Tiddler. She stared at the small gnome woman for a moment. "When you least expect help, it will be there." She gives another nod and moves off through the crowd.<br />
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Taurex: Rob nudged one of the 'meat-on-a-stick's lying on the ground before replying to Kilian, "Wouldn't be surprised. That Snide would try anything to make a buck." Rob's brow then quirks as he spots the unconscious gnome, "I thought we were going to ask him some questions?" Hob shrugs, "We will. We will. More likely to answer if we stick him in a cell for a few days first.<br />
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Moonshadow stands quietly from her crouch when Belcher is rendered unconscious. She walks around the goo on the ground and she shrugs. No point in wasting words now. But she does go back to Mrs Tiddler's stall with Abrahil. "That's a good question." She then looks over towards the two watchmen. "Are you going to call a cleric for Snide? Either to heal him or to give him to the Vardamites? That way he can, at least, rest well."<br />
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"Oh, goodness. Well, he was quite the fellow e was, Mr. Barker. ...but after he'd had that pot of tea he never was just the same. ...of course...he was stepping out of the carriage as he was drinking it. ...and some say it was a bit 'unusually strong' if you take my meaning...so he quite forgot to notice the carriage was taking off again." Abrahil wrings his hands a bit, and then looks a little more curiously at the pair that'd fought. "...have those barbarians been giving you trouble, m'dear?" he asks, and then hands a teacup up to Moonshadow. "Oh! /There/ you are! I'm so glad you're unhurt!"<br />
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Taurex Rob looks down at Snide, then up at Moonshadow, "Well, I suppose if you insist we can take him back to the Watchhouse. Got a volunteer cleric hanging about at a moment that could probably patch him up." With that, he reaches down and throws the bleeding man over his shoulder, "Seems a bit of a waste. Snide's going to end up bleeding out one of these days anyways." He surveys the crowd, then says in a loud authoritative voice, "I expect everyone who witnesses this stabbing to stop by the Watchhouse and make a formal statement, understand?" With that, the pair of watchman head off once more.<br />
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Moonshadow smiles to the guards. "Of course." She then looks to Abrahil and takes a sip of tea. "I'm not hurt, I don't think he had enough skill to hit me. I was more worried about him getting hurt." She then looks to Mrs Tiddler. "I do believe I said I would be buying that cat figurine?"<br />
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Abrahil brightens at that, after glance at the place where the man had fallen. He clears his throat a few times, and, "Oh, yes! And I'd wanted to look at the dogs..." he sort of tumbles, flobbles off his seat.<br />
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Taurex: Ms. Tiddler nods, and carefully hands over the figurine.<br />
[[Category:Logs]]</div>Taurexhttp://www.tenebraemush.net/index.php?title=PrP:_Meat_on_Stick_Part_1&diff=9269PrP: Meat on Stick Part 12013-02-20T05:06:24Z<p>Taurex: </p>
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<div>Dramatic PrP: Meat-on-a-Stick<br />
Scene 1 (of 3)<br />
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PLOT RUNNER: Taurex<br />
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PCs INVOLVED:<br />
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Moonshadow (Monk 4) - Tall oruch woman with a dancer's grace <br />
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Abrahil (Wizard 8) - A valiant, gnomish slayer of paper demons. <br />
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Kilian (Fighter 3) - Tall female, chain shirt and longbow. <br />
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GOLD/TREASURE RELATED EVENTS:<br />
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Kilian riffled through the pockets of Morigan Snide while he was unconscious. <br />
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SCENE:<br />
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Local Alexandria Market District. Just west of the Northern Highbridge and east of the arena, commerce blooms. Noisy and bustling, most anything may be purchased here for a price. Vendors from all cultures sell their wares from exotically colored carts, and the smells of different nations and far-off city-states mix with local ones from Alexandria and its riverbanks.<br />
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KEY NPCS:<br />
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Mr. Morigan P. Snide, Purveyer of Fine Meats on a Stick.<br />
(Level 1 Human Rogue, N)<br />
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A greasy-looking human, average height and weight, with a slight stoop to his shoulders. His clothing appears to have been hand-sewn in the style of a successful merchant, but made of much cheaper cloth and showing signs of obvious patching. A rope is draped around his neck, attached to two sides of a large metal box propped up against his chest. The box has been colorfully painted with appetizing images of various forms of meat impaled on woden skewers. On each side is emblazoned, “Morigan P. Snide, Purveyer of Fine Meats. On a Stick.” A small, note, with handwriting so tiny as to be barely readable, has been stuck to an out of the way corner of the left side of the box, with the additional wording, No warranty or guranteed, implied or written is made to the actual content of items referred to as 'meat'. Product sold is for decorate purposes only and not intended for actual consumption. Any illness, spontaneous combustion, or loss of teeth resulting from said consumptions is the sole responsibility of the purchaser.”<br />
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Mr. Ronald Belcher the Cobbler<br />
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(Level 4 Gnome Fighter, NG)<br />
A stout gnome, about three feet tall, wearing rough brown home-spun. A well-worn hammer and pair of large vicious looking shears are tucked into his belt, and a large pouch of nails jingles with every step.<br />
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Gizzle Triplets<br />
(Level 3 Human Barbarians, NE)<br />
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Ranging in age between 17 and 21, the Gizzle Triplets have been on their own since for ten years, ever since their parent's farm was raided by orcs while they were odd playing in the woods. Their parents, having just as unpleasant personalities as their offspring, had been feuding with all their neighbors for years. As such, there was no one to stop by and find out about the tragedy until some six years later when the local lord finally got around to seizing the farm for unpaid taxes. Since then, the triplets have wandered, making a living through petty theft, extortion, and blatant robbery.<br />
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Mrs. Tiddler (Commoner NPC, NG)<br />
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A middle-aged gnome, pretty except for the worry creases on her face, is wearing a patched but clean blue dress decorated with images of small white flowers. She owns a small stall in the marketplace where she sells hand-carved wooden animals.<br />
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Jen Jars (Commoner NPC, N)<br />
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A young non-descript male halfling of modest dress. Assistant to Marty Fellman of Marty Fellman's Incredible Rodent Circu<br />
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Rob and Hob Heavyfoot (Level 6 Human Fighter, LN)<br />
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Two rather laid back members of the City Watch. Clad in chainmail, they carry clubs, light steel shields, longswords, and light crossbows.<br />
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LOG:<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "I'll be doing an intro pose. To make it easier for folks to track what I am providing vs the participants, I'll be using poses followed by a colon for environment descriptions, NPC actions."<br />
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"Oh! Why, look at these! You know, I've always had a fondness for purple...it's my color, you know," Abrahil concludes a bit shyly. He stands near one of the vendors, a set of beads held between his hands. Though, if it's held between his hands or across his stomach, it's a little hard to tell as teh latter rests so comfortably in front of him. He wears a set of brightly colored cloth, with a pair of glasses perched upon his nose, and seems quite excited about the beads as he chatters away at the shopkeep.<br />
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Taurex: Its a busy day in the Local Alexandria Market District. While many of the vendors and market stalls are the same, there are a few new people about. Ms. Tingler, a middle-aged gnome, is manning a small staff where she is selling wooden carvings of puppies and kittens to a largely disinterested public. A young halfling, Jen Jars, is posting flyers about an upcoming visit from something called "Marty Fellman's Incredible Rodent Circus", the Gizzle Triplets, three human self-proclaimed barbarians, are hanging about, and Mr. Morigan P. Snide is hawking his infamous 'meat on a stick' from a box around his neck.<br />
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This is the exact sort of thing that gives Vennan his immense disdain for Alexandria's people and customs. One can almost feel the palpable loathing for the culture which the snooty elft exudes as he makes his way through the market, eyeing every vendor with suspicious and distrust. Upon spotting one of the flyers for the 'circus' he is positively aghast. "... This is what suffices for entertainment here, is it?"<br />
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Making her way into the marketplace, Moonshadow casually smiles at children passing by. Stopping at one of the flyers, she stands in front of it quietly and reads it, looking it over. "Hmmm....a circus, huh? I don't think I've ever seen one. Should be an interesting look, to say the least."<br />
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"Why they're--oh! Oh, my. You know, I've never seen a circus before. ...well, except this one time, with mum, you see. She wanted to--" and here he prattles on. He quite forgets the beads, handing them back to the shopkeep before waddling (wandering) over towards the lucht with the flyers. He waddles more than he walks, moving with a sort of walking motion, like a pendulum swinging back and forth, topped with a roundish head. In fact, he nearly bumps into Vennan. Or, well, he DOES. In fact, he sort of bumbles to a halt and completely oblivious to the man's mutterings, beams up at him, "Why, a circus! Isn't that wonderful! Oh, I just know it will be..." Bumblebumblebumble...<br />
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Kilian's long strides carry her easily through the crowds. Her gaze moves about, eyeing various wares, and vendors. She stops occasionally in the shade of the tents errected to house various vendors, getting a good glance at the locals. Her eyes rest upon the barbarians for a moment, her hand moves to the hilt of her sword as if in reassurance that its there. She adjusts her longbow across her back, and a grin crosses her face, not a warm grin mind you.<br />
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Taurex: The Gizzle triplets have begin to drift over to Ms. Tiddler's stall, driving away the few customers that looked interested. Meanwhile, Jars has spotten two potential marks, er, customers looking at the fliers and heads over, rudely chiming in, "Greatest show on earth folks. His amazing enchanted rats are both the performers and the circus animals! Clowns, aerial acrobatics, the whole lot! All for your convinient viewing on a single 30 foot wide table! You've never seen anything like it!"<br />
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"Oh, you don't say! Why, I remember when...oh. /Oh/, I did just tell that story, didn't I? Well! My goodness...so you're in the THEAT--the er, circus, my boy! What drew you to /this/ one?" and Abrahil stops to look at one of the flyers, beaming at it and then the lucht as he does. He's round, though not nearly so tall as Moonshadow or even Kilian. They might trip over him!<br />
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Taurex: Ms. Tiddler is a middle-aged gnome, pretty except for the worry creases on her face, who is wearing a patched but clean blue dress decorated with images of small white flowers. Each of the Gizzle triplets, on the other hand, look like they stepped out of a Connan movie, decked out in store-bought furs and strings of claws and teeth, along with an overabudance of squirrel skulls. Each has an usually large great sword strapped to their back. The kind that are covered with engravings and bits of colored glass but are made from cheap steel that no real warrior would take a second look at.<br />
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Kilian keeps an eye on the three barbarians, always keeping them infront of her as she moves through the crowd. She comes close to the peopel inspecting the flyers and chimes in herself. "Nothing new about rats... only good for eating and target practice.."<br />
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Taurex: Jars frowns as he listens to the stranger rattle on. No, that is NOT how this is supposed to go. He hastily clarifies, "I'm just the owner's assistant, friend. I don't actually perform. No indeed. The stars of this circus are the animals. Well worth the small ticket price, I assure you!" He looks around nervously, "But, I really need to get the rest of these flyers up . . . so I hope you'll excuse me."<br />
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Moonshadow actually places a hand upon Abrahil's shoulder as he prattles on. Chuckling at the round man as he excitedly chatters about the circus, she turns her head to hear Kilian's comment. She then turns to watch the three 'barbarians' walk by, and chuckles lightly. "Interesting for a circus to be coming here, don't you think, Abrahil?"<br />
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"Oh!" Abrahil's brows shoot up, and for a moment the small, round figure looks as though he might cry. He takes a DEEP and BRACING! breath and folds his hands across his not insizable paunch, and clears his throat a bit. "Oh, dear. ...I had so /hoped/!" he says to Moonshadow, and then beams, "Why, yes, it is! And oh my...why look! I don't think I've noticed those, before..." and he reaches up to pat her hand, pat pat, pat pat, and point enthusiastically at the wonderful little animal carvings. "I don't think those would be very edible," he says to Kilian, in a hushed whisper. Look! Secrets!<br />
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Taurex: As Kilian is keeping a close eye on the three barbarians, a loud voice suddenly erupts behind her, "Miss, do you enjoy a nice juicy steak? If so, you may also enjoy my famous cow-on-a-stick. Today's special, two for a single coin! A bargain not to be beat, miss." He opens the lip on the metal box hanging in front of him and a delicious aroma wafts out. The loud voice belongs to a greasy-looking human, average height and weight, with a slight stoop to his shoulders. His clothing appears to have been hand-sewn in the style of a successful merchant, but made of much cheaper cloth and showing signs of obvious patching. A rope is draped around his neck, attached to two sides of a large metal box propped up against his chest. The box has been colorfully painted with appetizing images of various forms of meat impaled on woden skewers. On each side is emblazoned, 'Morigan P. Snide, Purveyer of Fine Meats. On a Stick.' A small, note, with handwriting so tiny as to be barely readable, has been stuck to an out of the way corner of the left side of the box, with the additional wording, No warranty or guranteed, implied or written is made to the actual content of items referred to as 'meat'. Product sold is for decorate purposes only and not intended for actual consumption. Any illness, spontaneous combustion, or loss of teeth resulting from said consumptions is the sole responsibility of the purchaser.'<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Anyone who wishes, can make local knowledge rolls."<br />
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GAME: Abrahil rolls knowledge/local: (11)+16: 27<br />
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Kilian nearly jumps out of her skin as a person addresses her from behind, her hand whipping instantly to her sword. Not some candy decorated sword, one of a professional swordsmen. She holds her hand and gives the man a glare. "I've had my rat for the day, thanks... " her eyes move down at the food, and over the man's person. She glances at the box but doesn't really make any response as to what may be written upon it. She turns her attention to the small Abrahil, "Meat is best done fresh.."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Abrahil: You know the following, Mrs. Tiddler lost her husband in a bar brawl a year ago, when he was knifed in the back. Rumors circulated that one of the Gizzle Triplets was responsible, but it was never proven. Since then, she has struggled to support her three young daughters by selling hand-carved wooden animals in the market. The Gizzle Triplets are known for trying to intimidate small merchants into paying them protection, lurking around their stalls and scaring away business until they get paid off. Snide is known for his set pattern. He'll get out of jail, get a job somewhere for a while, save up his money, then lose everything in some sort of ill-considered business venture. Desperate, he'll resort to fraud and theft to try to keep things going, get arrested again, and spend another stint in jail."<br />
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"Oh, my. I'm afraid I'm not that robust my dear," Abrahil says morosely. He reaches up to tap the side of his lenses and smiles up at her. As he does, the sunlight catches that quite broad bald spot on the top of his head. "Oh, goodness. I'm afraid those figures might be too well done for even me though, you know. ...but she /is/ quite the dear," he adds in lower tones so that Moonshadow and Kilian might overhear. "We really might look at them, you know. And..." he trails off a moment, and then gives Mrs. Tiddler a shy wave before turning back around.<br />
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Moonshadow chuckles. "Come on then. Lets go take a look at those figurines then." She says before lightly tugging Abrahil over towards the booth, smiling to Mrs. Tiddler in a friendly way. Of course, she also teasingly rubs Abrahil's bald spot, as if to make it shine more.<br />
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Taurex: Mrs. Tiddler seems overjoyed that someone was brave enough to visit her stall despite the Gizzles hanging about. While still looking nervous, she happily replies to Abrahil, "All are hand-carved. Very reasonable prices. Just make an offer good sir." She reaches over to pick up wooden kitten in particular and hold it out. "This one was modeled after my dear little Tiffinay. Oh, how my daughters loved to play with her." Then a tear appears in her eye, "But, last week, we found her dead on our stoop. Someone had wrung the poor little thing's neck." At that, one of the triplets guffaws loudly, "Oh yes. Poor little thing. That will teach it to scra. . . ." At that point one of the other Triplets hushes him up. Meanwhile, Snide, not to take 'no' for an answer, pulls a wooden skewer out of the box, on which is impaled unusually thin slices of meat interposes with pieces of potato, and waves it in front of Kilian, "Just smell the deliciousness!"<br />
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Taurex: Snide then helpfully adds, "Made with genuine 100 percent animal! Well, except for the tater . . . Thats more of a plant. Mostly."<br />
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Ack! Abrahil reaches up to pat the poor bits of hair that remain back into place, and straightens his brightly colored, orange-and-pink jacket so it's just so! To the gnomish gentleman: no one is patting his bald spot! Oh, NO! Such a thing must not exist! So, of course, he stammers and prattles on, "Oh, it's--" ack! "--oh dear. They're quite lovely, m'dear. Why..." he blinks a few times and then suddenly makes a grab for his lenses. They seem to have suddenly made a dive for the ground!<br />
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Kilian's gaze follows Abrihil and Moonshadow across to the stall, her eyes narrowing a bit as she watches the three thugs from a distance. She doesn't really hear the conversation about the kitten, because of the meat on a stick guy trying to shove food in her face. Her cold stare settles on the man. "You'll end up in pieces in that box if you shove anything else into my face." Her hand once again wraps around the hilt of her sword. She shifts her weight onto the balls of her feet, as if making ready for whatever the meat man may wish to dish out.<br />
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Moonshadow turns her head as Abrahil 'dives' for his lenses. "How Odd." She says, placing a gaze upon the triplet that uttered those words before he was shushed. "She sounded like a wonderful cat, ma'am." She says turning her head back towards Mrs. Tiddler. "Reasonable prices? Do you make any of foxes, wolves and the like? I know of a few druids that would frequent your stall if they knew of such wonderful craftsmanship."<br />
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<OOC> Abrahil'd like to animate some of the wooden critters, and have them do a little dance. Maybe it'll attract her some visitors? ^^;<br />
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Taurex: Snide takes one long side step away from Killian, then cautiously circles around her before waving the meat-on-a-stick in front of Abrahil and Moonshadow, "How about either of you fine citizens? Care for a delicious hot meal? Nothing is quite like my cow-on-a-stick. Marianated in seven secret herbs and spices!" Meanwhile one of the Gizzle Triplers nods his heads towards Killian and remarks, "I knew she wasn't man enough to eat one of Snide's stomack busters. Takes a real man to keep one of those things down. Remember when I managed to finish three of them last week?" At that, one of the other triplets remarks, "Yeah, and I remember the small house with a window where you spent the night, too!" At that, all three break out in obnoxious guffaws. Meanwhile Mrs. Tiddler looks thoughtful, "Well, I've mostly done cats and dogs, cause that is what I've seen around the city. But, maybe i could find a picture book . . . "<br />
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Taurex: Ronald Belcher, a stout gnome enters the marketplace, his neck craning as he scans the crowds. He is about three feet tall, wearing rough brown home-spun. A well-worn hammer and pair of large vicious looking shears are tucked into his belt, and a large pouch of nails jingles with every step. His face is currently a bright red.<br />
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Moonshadow leans her head back from the slice of meat shoved into her face. She looks over towards Killian and chuckles. "no thank you. I ate before I came here." Her attention is back upon MRs Tiddler though. "What about if you saw those particular animals?"<br />
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"Oh, my. They /do/ look wonderful..." Abrahil enthuses as he fumbles his lenses back into place. Gold-gilted things with rose-tinted lenses, they look as though they'd be more at home on a grandmother than an...well. An elderly gnome. He beams though, once they're in place, and...leans over to whisper to Moonshadow quite firmly, "Those young boys still have a bit of snot up their nose," he says darkly. Get off my lawn! Then he looks up to Mrs. Tiddler and, "Oh dear. ...do you mind if we have a look? And oh, my. A fox would be lovely, wouldn't it?" He picks up one of the small dogs to look at it.<br />
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Taurex: Mrs. Tiddler looks surprised, "You mean in person? Why, it should be easy enough in that case! Do you think that is possible?" she carefully sets her prize carving back down, only to have one of the Gizzle triplets immediately snatch it back up and hold it up as if he was actually considering purchasing it. Mrs Tiddler brings her hand to her mouth, as if she was about to say something but thought better of it. Snide, finally realizing a sale is not in the offing, backs away and moves further down the row of stalls to purvey his goods elsewhere.<br />
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Kilian's stance relaxes a bit as the meat man moves off, and over to Abrahil and Moonshadow. Her hand now meerly rests on the sword hilt, a relaxed yet alert figure. Her gaze rests on the three thugs, her face impassive. She moves off a distance, but not too far from the three thugs and the vendor stall. She glances over goods from another stall, then glances back to the three. Finally she gives a shrug, and a light shake of her head. "Not worth it.. " she mutters.<br />
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Taurex: Snide has only moved about thirty feet away from Mrs. Tiddler's stall when he suddenly finds his passage blocked by an angry gnome, Mr. Belcher. Mr. Belcher points a finger in Snide's face and angrily shouts, "You bastard! You stole an entire crate of double-thick soles from the back of my shop!" Snide hastily replies, "Soles? Do I look like a cobbler or a priest? What would I need with soles?"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Round 1. We are not in combat, rounds are merely being used to track the passage of time for future events. Continue to pose freely."<br />
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Moonshadow takes a deep breath when the triplet picks up the cat figurine. "Excuse me." She says softly directly to the triplet.....and holding out her hand. "I will be purchasing that figurine, if you don't mind......" She didn't even seem the least bit scared of them.<br />
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Abrahil pushes his lenses up his nose a bit, and puts the small dog back in with the others. And well, that's when it starts to wag its tail and walk about! It doesn't move very far...but it begins to wriggle and wobble, all the things that dogs do, with its tail flopping here and there. "Oh, bless me. I do think we've got quite the show here!" he says and raises his voice at the last, as though making an announcement. And in a way, he is. Not just the dog, but a few of the cats begin to move--chasing yarn, pouncing one another... He glances over at the quarreling pair and then back again. When Moonshadow speaks up to demand the figure back, he practically beams. "Such courage, my dear!" he whispers!<br />
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<OOC> Abrahil ack's. I thought he'd had silent image prepp'd. But guess not. In that, spontaneous-cast major image! XD<br />
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Taurex: The triplet begins to gently toss the cat figurine from hand to hand, before replying to Moonshadow, "You mean this one here? You sure you want to do that, what with it being broken and all . . ." At the moment, the figurine looks completely intact. Mrs. Tingler stares down at her suddenly moving carvings, her jaw dropping open. she stutters, "But . . but whats . . . " Then she glances up at the juggled figurine as if she is now completely loss about what is going on or what to do. She gently bites her lower lip in frustration.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Round 2"<br />
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Moonshadow blinks down at the triplet tosing the figurine between his hands. "Do you truly wish to act like a child, or is that the only thing you're good at? I'm giving you one more chance. Give me the figurine." She continues to hold out her hand. By now, however, she's no longer smiling.....<br />
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The juggling of the figurine catches her attention. Kilian turns and leans her hip up against a table, watching from a short distance. She looks over Moonshadow, then back to the three thugs. Once again she shakes her head, "Stupid as well as beligerant... who would have guessed." She turns her attention towards the road, looking for something, only the furrowed brows would give indication she isn't seeing it.<br />
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Taurex: Belcher grows even redder in the face as he shouts at Snide, "What do you do with them? What do you do with them? Everyone knows what you do with them. You paint on grill marks and sell them out of that accursed box of yours! Give me back my property now! I need those to fulfill a big order and can't afford to buy replacements. If I don't get those back I'm going to lose everything!" At this news, Snide suddenly looks guilty for just a moment before his poker face returned. He haughtedly replies, "Thats your problem. I didn't take your soles and you have no evidence I did."<br />
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Taurex; The triplet tosses the figure up into the air in a high arc, only in the general direction of Moonshadow.<br />
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The figurine in the thug's hand begins to wriggle, too. Abrahil glances over, and then hurries over to Mrs. Tiggler. Though, it must be said he bobs more than he walks, bobbles more than runs. It's sort of like being approached by a bit of jell-o. When he gets there, he looks earnestly up at her, "Oh, don't worry, m'dear. It's just a bit of Coyote's mischief. ...I'm from the Academy, you know," he adds underneath his breath, and then wriggles his fingers in a conspiratorial way that has bits of glitter and color popping out of them. ...and then. Well, then...Snide speaks up and the little wizard's face goes ashen. Just /ashen/.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Moonshadow, make a dex roll to catch it before it falls."<br />
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<OOC> Abrahil says, "Ignore the part about the wiggling figurine. I tossed in late. :3"<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow rolls dexterity: (15)+3: 18<br />
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You whisper "You successfully caught it. Feel free to pose a daring catch." to Moonshadow.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Round 3"<br />
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Taurex: Belcher snears, "Proof? Proof? I'll show you proof!" WIth that, Belcher suddenly grabs hold of Snide's metal box. Belcher and Snide begin struggling over possession of the box of meat-on-a-stick.<br />
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Kilian's attention was upon the figurine when it went up, but it moves to the meat man and his adversary, and their fight over the box. She gives the fruit merchant a copper, and begins to munch lazily on the fruit watching the fight. She doesn't seem at all interested in interfering with the fight that is going on.<br />
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As the inept 'juggler' mishandles the figurine, Moonshadow quickly plucks it out of reach of the triplet. "Funny. even without the figurine, you seem little bigger than a child." She says before walking her way over to Mrs. Tiddler. "Hang onto this, ma'am. I'll be back for it. If you must keep it in a safe place." She says before turning her attention back to the triplet. "Only a small mind bullies others. An idiot tries to bully everyone." She then perks an ear at the escalating argument, staying near Mrs. Tiddler until the triplet vacates......<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Give me an intimidation roll, Moonshadow."<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow rolls intimidate: (4)+6: 10<br />
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Taurex: The triplet just smirks at Moonshadow, then shrugs and gestures towards his two brothers, "Come on fellows, lets do like the pretty little lady asks." Then he gives a hard glare at Mrs. Tiddler, "But we will be back. You can count on it. And, I won't be in such a pleasant mood when I return either. Think on that, little gnome."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Round 4"<br />
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Taurex : As the rope holding Snide's box in place snaps, his box tilts and meat-on-a-stick pour out onto the street. Snide angrily slaps Belcher across the face. In response, Belcher quick-draws his leather-cutting shears from his belt and in one easy smooth motion plunges them deep into Snide's chest. Belcher stands there for a moment as Snide collapses onto the ground, his hands feebly clutching at the shears now protruding from his chest.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Anyone wishing to intervene in Snide's stabbing, go ahead and do a +init. If you just plan to observe, its not necessary."<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow rolls initiative: Roll: 11 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 14<br />
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Abrahil clasps his hands together across his great-sized paunch. It's a little wider than he is tall, perhaps, and it wobbles with each of his words! Dramatically! "Dear boys, I--" and then. Then. The stabbing of the young man quite takes the wind out of him. "I...oh my..." he says, voice choked. He reaches down to pat Mrs. Tiddler's hand, though it's uncertain whose comfort it's for. It's probably just a reflex.<br />
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GAME: You roll initiative for Belcher: Roll: 20 + Bonus: 7 = Total: 27<br />
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GAME: You roll initiative for Snide: Roll: 12 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 15<br />
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Taurex: Belcher suddenly realizes what he has done and takes off running at his full gnomish speed. Since he's a gnome, his base speed is only 20, so its not particularly fast, of course. He leaves his shears in Snide.<br />
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"I'll keep that in mind....and I look forward to your next visit." Moonshadow says before she sees Belcher stab Snide. At once, she runs after Belcher and she will catch him quite quickly whether she runs or not.<br />
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Kilian's brows come up as the meat man ends up on a pair of shears.<br />
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Taurex: Snide, gasping on the ground, pulls a dagger out of his shirt sleeve and hurls it at the fleeing Belcher.<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow says, "My normal speed is 40."<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls d20+3: (13)+d20+3: 16<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d4+2: (3)+2: 5<br />
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Kilian's brows come up as the meat man ends up on a pair of shears. She hesitates for a moment, once again looking about and not seeing what she's looking for. She glances back and takes another bite of her fruit, continuing to simply observe.<br />
Taurex: The dagger sinks into Belcher's shoulder as he flees, but the gnome barely seems to notice the injury in his flight.<br />
Kilian adds in an undertone.. "Interesting.. no guards.."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Moonshadow, you can easily catch up to the gnome, since you move twice as fast."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Your init, Moonshadow. Are you attempting a grapple maneuver?"<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow isn't very good at grappling, but, why not.<br />
GAME: Moonshadow rolls weapon1: (5)+7: 12<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Belcher left his shears in Snide and hasn't drawn his hammer from his belt, so he wouldn't get an attack of opportunity on you."<br />
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Taurex: Belcher easily steps aside as Moonshadow tries to get hold of him. He warns her, "Back off, lady. I don't got no beef with you, but I'm not going to go away for dealing with the likes of that scum!" With that, he pulls a hammer from his belt and continues . . . slowly . . . moving away.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Now he'd get an attack of opportunity, unless you have improved grapple."<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow doesn't.....but I'm not going to grapple him again.<br />
Taurex: Snide's eyes go wide as grease from the tipped over box of meat-on-a-stick threatens to splash on his injury. He attempts to crawl away, but only gets a few feet before falling unconscious in a steadily expanding pool of blood.<br />
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Abrahil looks from one to the other and then just sort of wrings his hands. "Oh dear," he says, and "Oh dear..." And, to no one in particular, "...would anyone like a pot of tea?"<br />
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Kilian drops her fruit onto the ground and moves forward to inspect the meat man on the ground. She looks to be sure she knows if the three are near before she kneels to inspect the meat man to see if his wounds are fatal. "I'm no healer... " she glances around for some child to send to get a cleric. "Someone... go get a healer.." She glances down at the man. "Looks like you pushed one to many times.."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "If you have the heal skill, make a roll, Kilian."<br />
"I think I shall make some tea..." Abrahil says a bit weakly. He glances around, and by now the dogs and kittens have stopped dancing. He's too distracted, and stands there wringing his hands for a time. "A bit of tea...oh. Oh /dear/. Guards, GUARDS!!"<br />
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GAME: Kilian rolls heal: (12)+0: 12<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Based on that roll, Killian (you need a 15 for successful first aid), you think the thing to do, is just yank out those shears as quick as you can, then stuff whatever is handy into the hole let behind to plug it up."<br />
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Taurex: Mrs Tiddler has turned pale at this point, and is just muttering "Oh dear. Oh Dear." over and over again.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "What are you doing Moonshadow?"<br />
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<OOC> Kilian says, "Actually, Kilian is more likely to check his pockets for money than pull shears out. ;)"<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow says, "I'm going to toss a tanglefoot bag at him."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Go ahead and pose rifling though his pockets. It will be noted with the log submission for when treasure is awarded."<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow says, "now to figure out how it works."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Its a ranged touch attack."<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow rolls 1d20+6: (18)+6: 24<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+4: (2)+4: 6<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow used a Tanglefoot Bag.<br />
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You whisper "you hit and he failed his reflex roll. Go ahead and pose him being successfully glued to the floor." to Moonshadow.<br />
<OOC> Taurex says, "Kilian, if you are rifling through his pockets, give me a stealth roll if you are trying to hide what you are doing from the people around you."<br />
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Making a bit of a face, Moonshadow tugs a old dusty bag from her belt. "Going to jail is better than having to die over killing someone like him." She then tosses the bag at his feet, where the bag poofs and grabs his feet with quick setting vine that are tough to get out of......as the gnome has figured out. "As You've just figured out, I'd rather you stuck around."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Or Sleight of hand"<br />
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Kilian looks at the shirt of the man, about ready to tear it into strips to make a bandage of sorts, but looks at him with the shears in his chest. "Tough wound.. I don't think you're going to make it." she does pat him down.. you know, in case he has a spare bandage, in case he were to get stabbed for stealing.<br />
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GAME: Kilian rolls stealth: (5)+2: 7<br />
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Taurex: A pair of human city watchmen, Rob and Hob Heavyfoot, finally coming strolling into the marketplace. Hob spots the bleeding Snide and the pair head leisurely over in that direction. Hob calls over to Kilian, "Whats all this about then?"<br />
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Kilian glances up casually looking at the pair. "Wonder when you fellas were going to stroll by. Been waiting for you, during the whole fight." She nods in the direct of Moonshadow and the fleeing gnome, newly caught by a tanglefoot bag. "Best ask the man accusing this one of stealing from him.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Abr, give me another knowledge local roll."<br />
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GAME: Abrahil rolls knowledge/local: (13)+16: 29<br />
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You whisper "You recognized Belcher as a local cobbler named Ronald Belcher, quite skilled. You know both where his shoe shop and his home is located. You also know he has a wife and three children and up to now has been an upstanding member of the community." to Abrahil.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Moonshadow, Belcher is currently unable to move, but will no doubt eventually break free. Are you going to stand there and shout for the watch, walk quietly away and hope for the best, try to knock him unconcious with ranged attacks (he appears to have no ranged weapon), cast a spell on him, etc."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Try to convince him to surrender himself, etc."<br />
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"Oh dear..." Abrahil's come back with tea, now. He'd found it...somewhere. A pair of cups from one of the stalls, possibly. He trundles back into the area and settles one of the cups down in front of the widow. And looks for a seat, himself. "There...oh dear. This will help the nerves, m'dear. ...I'm just delighted the guards finally got here."<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow is going to stand there until the watch comes by or he breaks free. I have no ranged attacks, so it's a moot point, but if he breaks free, Moonshadow's honor says his life becomes forfeit.<br />
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Taurex: Mrs. Tiddler gratefully accepts the tea and takes a sip, finally remarking, "Such a shame when a gnome goes bad. Not that that Mr. Snide didn't deserve it. Some folks shouldn't be allowed on the street, if you ask me."<br />
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"Oh he's quite terrible, you know. ...oh, dear. You know, you hear all sorts of things..." Abrahil agrees. He turns his tea around nervously in his hands, and gives a little wave to someone he thinks he recognizes on the street.<br />
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Taurex: Rob bends over to look at the shears sticking out of Snide. He reaches down and yanks them out of Snide for a closer look, ignoring Snide's anguished yowl, before remarking, "Why, I do believe these are, whatchamacall them, a workman's tool. Maybe we're looking at the work of some angry craftsman, here, Hob." Hob nods slowly, before replying, "Could be, Could be. Think it has anything to do with that gnome younder with the hammer in hand?" Rob thinks for a moment, then turns to Kilian, "So . . . the gnome with the hammer accused this man," he gives Snide a little kick to illustrate to whom he was referring, "of stealing from him, then, these shears mysterious appeared in his belly? Quite a mystery. Quite a mystery, we have here. Perhaps you'd better bring that gnome over here for questioning, Hob." Hob nods again at that, "Right you are, my brother," and strolls over to where Belcher is still struggling with the goo on his feet.<br />
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Abrahil shudders at the goings-on, though the shudder makes him jiggle, a bit. He puts his tea down on the ground next to him and clasps his hands tightly. "Oh, such a tragedy. ...you know, it's almost as sad as when we lost Mr. Barker that one time..." He clasps his hands a bit more tightly.<br />
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Taurex: Hob gives Belcher a right smart whack to the back of the head with his club, and Belcher slumps to the ground. Hob gives the gnome a yank until he becomes unstuck, then casually tucks him under one arm as he heads back over to Rob and Snide. Mrs Tiddler, meanwhile, politely inquires, "Mr. Barker? Whatever happened to him?"<br />
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Kilian stands up and kicks the box that the meat man was carrying. "Supposedly, he stole some soles.. cooked them up or some such.." she looks down as the man is still alive, and gives a shrug. She glances towards the tall Moonshadow and gives her a nod, and looks to the small Abrahil and Mrs. Tiddler. She stared at the small gnome woman for a moment. "When you least expect help, it will be there." She gives another nod and moves off through the crowd.<br />
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Taurex: Rob nudged one of the 'meat-on-a-stick's lying on the ground before replying to Kilian, "Wouldn't be surprised. That Snide would try anything to make a buck." Rob's brow then quirks as he spots the unconscious gnome, "I thought we were going to ask him some questions?" Hob shrugs, "We will. We will. More likely to answer if we stick him in a cell for a few days first.<br />
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Moonshadow stands quietly from her crouch when Belcher is rendered unconscious. She walks around the goo on the ground and she shrugs. No point in wasting words now. But she does go back to Mrs Tiddler's stall with Abrahil. "That's a good question." She then looks over towards the two watchmen. "Are you going to call a cleric for Snide? Either to heal him or to give him to the Vardamites? That way he can, at least, rest well."<br />
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"Oh, goodness. Well, he was quite the fellow e was, Mr. Barker. ...but after he'd had that pot of tea he never was just the same. ...of course...he was stepping out of the carriage as he was drinking it. ...and some say it was a bit 'unusually strong' if you take my meaning...so he quite forgot to notice the carriage was taking off again." Abrahil wrings his hands a bit, and then looks a little more curiously at the pair that'd fought. "...have those barbarians been giving you trouble, m'dear?" he asks, and then hands a teacup up to Moonshadow. "Oh! /There/ you are! I'm so glad you're unhurt!"<br />
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Taurex Rob looks down at Snide, then up at Moonshadow, "Well, I suppose if you insist we can take him back to the Watchhouse. Got a volunteer cleric hanging about at a moment that could probably patch him up." With that, he reaches down and throws the bleeding man over his shoulder, "Seems a bit of a waste. Snide's going to end up bleeding out one of these days anyways." He surveys the crowd, then says in a loud authoritative voice, "I expect everyone who witnesses this stabbing to stop by the Watchhouse and make a formal statement, understand?" With that, the pair of watchman head off once more.<br />
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Moonshadow smiles to the guards. "Of course." She then looks to Abrahil and takes a sip of tea. "I'm not hurt, I don't think he had enough skill to hit me. I was more worried about him getting hurt." She then looks to Mrs Tiddler. "I do believe I said I would be buying that cat figurine?"<br />
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Abrahil brightens at that, after glance at the place where the man had fallen. He clears his throat a few times, and, "Oh, yes! And I'd wanted to look at the dogs..." he sort of tumbles, flobbles off his seat.<br />
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Taurex: Ms. Tiddler nods, and carefully hands over the figurine.<br />
[[Category:Logs]]</div>Taurexhttp://www.tenebraemush.net/index.php?title=PrP:_Meat_on_Stick_Part_1&diff=9268PrP: Meat on Stick Part 12013-02-20T05:06:08Z<p>Taurex: </p>
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<div>Dramatic PrP: Meat-on-a-Stick<br />
Scene 1 (of 3)<br />
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PLOT RUNNER: Taurex<br />
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PCs INVOLVED:<br />
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Moonshadow (Monk 4) - Tall oruch woman with a dancer's grace <br />
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Abrahil (Wizard 8) - A valiant, gnomish slayer of paper demons. <br />
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Kilian (Fighter 3) - Tall female, chain shirt and longbow. <br />
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GOLD/TREASURE RELATED EVENTS:<br />
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Kilian riffled through the pockets of Morigan Snide while he was unconscious. <br />
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SCENE:<br />
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Local Alexandria Market District. Just west of the Northern Highbridge and east of the arena, commerce blooms. Noisy and bustling, most anything may be purchased here for a price. Vendors from all cultures sell their wares from exotically colored carts, and the smells of different nations and far-off city-states mix with local ones from Alexandria and its riverbanks.<br />
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KEY NPCS:<br />
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Mr. Morigan P. Snide, Purveyer of Fine Meats on a Stick.<br />
(Level 1 Human Rogue, N)<br />
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A greasy-looking human, average height and weight, with a slight stoop to his shoulders. His clothing appears to have been hand-sewn in the style of a successful merchant, but made of much cheaper cloth and showing signs of obvious patching. A rope is draped around his neck, attached to two sides of a large metal box propped up against his chest. The box has been colorfully painted with appetizing images of various forms of meat impaled on woden skewers. On each side is emblazoned, “Morigan P. Snide, Purveyer of Fine Meats. On a Stick.” A small, note, with handwriting so tiny as to be barely readable, has been stuck to an out of the way corner of the left side of the box, with the additional wording, No warranty or guranteed, implied or written is made to the actual content of items referred to as 'meat'. Product sold is for decorate purposes only and not intended for actual consumption. Any illness, spontaneous combustion, or loss of teeth resulting from said consumptions is the sole responsibility of the purchaser.”<br />
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Mr. Ronald Belcher the Cobbler<br />
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(Level 4 Gnome Fighter, NG)<br />
A stout gnome, about three feet tall, wearing rough brown home-spun. A well-worn hammer and pair of large vicious looking shears are tucked into his belt, and a large pouch of nails jingles with every step.<br />
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Gizzle Triplets<br />
(Level 3 Human Barbarians, NE)<br />
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Ranging in age between 17 and 21, the Gizzle Triplets have been on their own since for ten years, ever since their parent's farm was raided by orcs while they were odd playing in the woods. Their parents, having just as unpleasant personalities as their offspring, had been feuding with all their neighbors for years. As such, there was no one to stop by and find out about the tragedy until some six years later when the local lord finally got around to seizing the farm for unpaid taxes. Since then, the triplets have wandered, making a living through petty theft, extortion, and blatant robbery.<br />
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Mrs. Tiddler (Commoner NPC, NG)<br />
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A middle-aged gnome, pretty except for the worry creases on her face, is wearing a patched but clean blue dress decorated with images of small white flowers. She owns a small stall in the marketplace where she sells hand-carved wooden animals.<br />
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Jen Jars (Commoner NPC, N)<br />
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A young non-descript male halfling of modest dress. Assistant to Marty Fellman of Marty Fellman's Incredible Rodent Circu<br />
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Rob and Hob Heavyfoot (Level 6 Human Fighter, LN)<br />
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Two rather laid back members of the City Watch. Clad in chainmail, they carry clubs, light steel shields, longswords, and light crossbows.<br />
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LOG:<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "I'll be doing an intro pose. To make it easier for folks to track what I am providing vs the participants, I'll be using poses followed by a colon for environment descriptions, NPC actions."<br />
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"Oh! Why, look at these! You know, I've always had a fondness for purple...it's my color, you know," Abrahil concludes a bit shyly. He stands near one of the vendors, a set of beads held between his hands. Though, if it's held between his hands or across his stomach, it's a little hard to tell as teh latter rests so comfortably in front of him. He wears a set of brightly colored cloth, with a pair of glasses perched upon his nose, and seems quite excited about the beads as he chatters away at the shopkeep.<br />
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Taurex: Its a busy day in the Local Alexandria Market District. While many of the vendors and market stalls are the same, there are a few new people about. Ms. Tingler, a middle-aged gnome, is manning a small staff where she is selling wooden carvings of puppies and kittens to a largely disinterested public. A young halfling, Jen Jars, is posting flyers about an upcoming visit from something called "Marty Fellman's Incredible Rodent Circus", the Gizzle Triplets, three human self-proclaimed barbarians, are hanging about, and Mr. Morigan P. Snide is hawking his infamous 'meat on a stick' from a box around his neck.<br />
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This is the exact sort of thing that gives Vennan his immense disdain for Alexandria's people and customs. One can almost feel the palpable loathing for the culture which the snooty elft exudes as he makes his way through the market, eyeing every vendor with suspicious and distrust. Upon spotting one of the flyers for the 'circus' he is positively aghast. "... This is what suffices for entertainment here, is it?"<br />
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Making her way into the marketplace, Moonshadow casually smiles at children passing by. Stopping at one of the flyers, she stands in front of it quietly and reads it, looking it over. "Hmmm....a circus, huh? I don't think I've ever seen one. Should be an interesting look, to say the least."<br />
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"Why they're--oh! Oh, my. You know, I've never seen a circus before. ...well, except this one time, with mum, you see. She wanted to--" and here he prattles on. He quite forgets the beads, handing them back to the shopkeep before waddling (wandering) over towards the lucht with the flyers. He waddles more than he walks, moving with a sort of walking motion, like a pendulum swinging back and forth, topped with a roundish head. In fact, he nearly bumps into Vennan. Or, well, he DOES. In fact, he sort of bumbles to a halt and completely oblivious to the man's mutterings, beams up at him, "Why, a circus! Isn't that wonderful! Oh, I just know it will be..." Bumblebumblebumble...<br />
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Kilian's long strides carry her easily through the crowds. Her gaze moves about, eyeing various wares, and vendors. She stops occasionally in the shade of the tents errected to house various vendors, getting a good glance at the locals. Her eyes rest upon the barbarians for a moment, her hand moves to the hilt of her sword as if in reassurance that its there. She adjusts her longbow across her back, and a grin crosses her face, not a warm grin mind you.<br />
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Taurex: The Gizzle triplets have begin to drift over to Ms. Tiddler's stall, driving away the few customers that looked interested. Meanwhile, Jars has spotten two potential marks, er, customers looking at the fliers and heads over, rudely chiming in, "Greatest show on earth folks. His amazing enchanted rats are both the performers and the circus animals! Clowns, aerial acrobatics, the whole lot! All for your convinient viewing on a single 30 foot wide table! You've never seen anything like it!"<br />
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"Oh, you don't say! Why, I remember when...oh. /Oh/, I did just tell that story, didn't I? Well! My goodness...so you're in the THEAT--the er, circus, my boy! What drew you to /this/ one?" and Abrahil stops to look at one of the flyers, beaming at it and then the lucht as he does. He's round, though not nearly so tall as Moonshadow or even Kilian. They might trip over him!<br />
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Taurex: Ms. Tiddler is a middle-aged gnome, pretty except for the worry creases on her face, who is wearing a patched but clean blue dress decorated with images of small white flowers. Each of the Gizzle triplets, on the other hand, look like they stepped out of a Connan movie, decked out in store-bought furs and strings of claws and teeth, along with an overabudance of squirrel skulls. Each has an usually large great sword strapped to their back. The kind that are covered with engravings and bits of colored glass but are made from cheap steel that no real warrior would take a second look at.<br />
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Kilian keeps an eye on the three barbarians, always keeping them infront of her as she moves through the crowd. She comes close to the peopel inspecting the flyers and chimes in herself. "Nothing new about rats... only good for eating and target practice.."<br />
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Taurex: Jars frowns as he listens to the stranger rattle on. No, that is NOT how this is supposed to go. He hastily clarifies, "I'm just the owner's assistant, friend. I don't actually perform. No indeed. The stars of this circus are the animals. Well worth the small ticket price, I assure you!" He looks around nervously, "But, I really need to get the rest of these flyers up . . . so I hope you'll excuse me."<br />
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Moonshadow actually places a hand upon Abrahil's shoulder as he prattles on. Chuckling at the round man as he excitedly chatters about the circus, she turns her head to hear Kilian's comment. She then turns to watch the three 'barbarians' walk by, and chuckles lightly. "Interesting for a circus to be coming here, don't you think, Abrahil?"<br />
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"Oh!" Abrahil's brows shoot up, and for a moment the small, round figure looks as though he might cry. He takes a DEEP and BRACING! breath and folds his hands across his not insizable paunch, and clears his throat a bit. "Oh, dear. ...I had so /hoped/!" he says to Moonshadow, and then beams, "Why, yes, it is! And oh my...why look! I don't think I've noticed those, before..." and he reaches up to pat her hand, pat pat, pat pat, and point enthusiastically at the wonderful little animal carvings. "I don't think those would be very edible," he says to Kilian, in a hushed whisper. Look! Secrets!<br />
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Taurex: As Kilian is keeping a close eye on the three barbarians, a loud voice suddenly erupts behind her, "Miss, do you enjoy a nice juicy steak? If so, you may also enjoy my famous cow-on-a-stick. Today's special, two for a single coin! A bargain not to be beat, miss." He opens the lip on the metal box hanging in front of him and a delicious aroma wafts out. The loud voice belongs to a greasy-looking human, average height and weight, with a slight stoop to his shoulders. His clothing appears to have been hand-sewn in the style of a successful merchant, but made of much cheaper cloth and showing signs of obvious patching. A rope is draped around his neck, attached to two sides of a large metal box propped up against his chest. The box has been colorfully painted with appetizing images of various forms of meat impaled on woden skewers. On each side is emblazoned, 'Morigan P. Snide, Purveyer of Fine Meats. On a Stick.' A small, note, with handwriting so tiny as to be barely readable, has been stuck to an out of the way corner of the left side of the box, with the additional wording, No warranty or guranteed, implied or written is made to the actual content of items referred to as 'meat'. Product sold is for decorate purposes only and not intended for actual consumption. Any illness, spontaneous combustion, or loss of teeth resulting from said consumptions is the sole responsibility of the purchaser.'<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Anyone who wishes, can make local knowledge rolls."<br />
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GAME: Abrahil rolls knowledge/local: (11)+16: 27<br />
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Kilian nearly jumps out of her skin as a person addresses her from behind, her hand whipping instantly to her sword. Not some candy decorated sword, one of a professional swordsmen. She holds her hand and gives the man a glare. "I've had my rat for the day, thanks... " her eyes move down at the food, and over the man's person. She glances at the box but doesn't really make any response as to what may be written upon it. She turns her attention to the small Abrahil, "Meat is best done fresh.."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Abrahil: You know the following, Mrs. Tiddler lost her husband in a bar brawl a year ago, when he was knifed in the back. Rumors circulated that one of the Gizzle Triplets was responsible, but it was never proven. Since then, she has struggled to support her three young daughters by selling hand-carved wooden animals in the market. The Gizzle Triplets are known for trying to intimidate small merchants into paying them protection, lurking around their stalls and scaring away business until they get paid off. Snide is known for his set pattern. He'll get out of jail, get a job somewhere for a while, save up his money, then lose everything in some sort of ill-considered business venture. Desperate, he'll resort to fraud and theft to try to keep things going, get arrested again, and spend another stint in jail."<br />
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"Oh, my. I'm afraid I'm not that robust my dear," Abrahil says morosely. He reaches up to tap the side of his lenses and smiles up at her. As he does, the sunlight catches that quite broad bald spot on the top of his head. "Oh, goodness. I'm afraid those figures might be too well done for even me though, you know. ...but she /is/ quite the dear," he adds in lower tones so that Moonshadow and Kilian might overhear. "We really might look at them, you know. And..." he trails off a moment, and then gives Mrs. Tiddler a shy wave before turning back around.<br />
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Moonshadow chuckles. "Come on then. Lets go take a look at those figurines then." She says before lightly tugging Abrahil over towards the booth, smiling to Mrs. Tiddler in a friendly way. Of course, she also teasingly rubs Abrahil's bald spot, as if to make it shine more.<br />
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Taurex: Mrs. Tiddler seems overjoyed that someone was brave enough to visit her stall despite the Gizzles hanging about. While still looking nervous, she happily replies to Abrahil, "All are hand-carved. Very reasonable prices. Just make an offer good sir." She reaches over to pick up wooden kitten in particular and hold it out. "This one was modeled after my dear little Tiffinay. Oh, how my daughters loved to play with her." Then a tear appears in her eye, "But, last week, we found her dead on our stoop. Someone had wrung the poor little thing's neck." At that, one of the triplets guffaws loudly, "Oh yes. Poor little thing. That will teach it to scra. . . ." At that point one of the other Triplets hushes him up. Meanwhile, Snide, not to take 'no' for an answer, pulls a wooden skewer out of the box, on which is impaled unusually thin slices of meat interposes with pieces of potato, and waves it in front of Kilian, "Just smell the deliciousness!"<br />
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Taurex: Snide then helpfully adds, "Made with genuine 100 percent animal! Well, except for the tater . . . Thats more of a plant. Mostly."<br />
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Ack! Abrahil reaches up to pat the poor bits of hair that remain back into place, and straightens his brightly colored, orange-and-pink jacket so it's just so! To the gnomish gentleman: no one is patting his bald spot! Oh, NO! Such a thing must not exist! So, of course, he stammers and prattles on, "Oh, it's--" ack! "--oh dear. They're quite lovely, m'dear. Why..." he blinks a few times and then suddenly makes a grab for his lenses. They seem to have suddenly made a dive for the ground!<br />
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Kilian's gaze follows Abrihil and Moonshadow across to the stall, her eyes narrowing a bit as she watches the three thugs from a distance. She doesn't really hear the conversation about the kitten, because of the meat on a stick guy trying to shove food in her face. Her cold stare settles on the man. "You'll end up in pieces in that box if you shove anything else into my face." Her hand once again wraps around the hilt of her sword. She shifts her weight onto the balls of her feet, as if making ready for whatever the meat man may wish to dish out.<br />
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Moonshadow turns her head as Abrahil 'dives' for his lenses. "How Odd." She says, placing a gaze upon the triplet that uttered those words before he was shushed. "She sounded like a wonderful cat, ma'am." She says turning her head back towards Mrs. Tiddler. "Reasonable prices? Do you make any of foxes, wolves and the like? I know of a few druids that would frequent your stall if they knew of such wonderful craftsmanship."<br />
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<OOC> Abrahil'd like to animate some of the wooden critters, and have them do a little dance. Maybe it'll attract her some visitors? ^^;<br />
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Taurex: Snide takes one long side step away from Killian, then cautiously circles around her before waving the meat-on-a-stick in front of Abrahil and Moonshadow, "How about either of you fine citizens? Care for a delicious hot meal? Nothing is quite like my cow-on-a-stick. Marianated in seven secret herbs and spices!" Meanwhile one of the Gizzle Triplers nods his heads towards Killian and remarks, "I knew she wasn't man enough to eat one of Snide's stomack busters. Takes a real man to keep one of those things down. Remember when I managed to finish three of them last week?" At that, one of the other triplets remarks, "Yeah, and I remember the small house with a window where you spent the night, too!" At that, all three break out in obnoxious guffaws. Meanwhile Mrs. Tiddler looks thoughtful, "Well, I've mostly done cats and dogs, cause that is what I've seen around the city. But, maybe i could find a picture book . . . "<br />
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Taurex: Ronald Belcher, a stout gnome enters the marketplace, his neck craning as he scans the crowds. He is about three feet tall, wearing rough brown home-spun. A well-worn hammer and pair of large vicious looking shears are tucked into his belt, and a large pouch of nails jingles with every step. His face is currently a bright red.<br />
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Moonshadow leans her head back from the slice of meat shoved into her face. She looks over towards Killian and chuckles. "no thank you. I ate before I came here." Her attention is back upon MRs Tiddler though. "What about if you saw those particular animals?"<br />
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"Oh, my. They /do/ look wonderful..." Abrahil enthuses as he fumbles his lenses back into place. Gold-gilted things with rose-tinted lenses, they look as though they'd be more at home on a grandmother than an...well. An elderly gnome. He beams though, once they're in place, and...leans over to whisper to Moonshadow quite firmly, "Those young boys still have a bit of snot up their nose," he says darkly. Get off my lawn! Then he looks up to Mrs. Tiddler and, "Oh dear. ...do you mind if we have a look? And oh, my. A fox would be lovely, wouldn't it?" He picks up one of the small dogs to look at it.<br />
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Taurex: Mrs. Tiddler looks surprised, "You mean in person? Why, it should be easy enough in that case! Do you think that is possible?" she carefully sets her prize carving back down, only to have one of the Gizzle triplets immediately snatch it back up and hold it up as if he was actually considering purchasing it. Mrs Tiddler brings her hand to her mouth, as if she was about to say something but thought better of it. Snide, finally realizing a sale is not in the offing, backs away and moves further down the row of stalls to purvey his goods elsewhere.<br />
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Kilian's stance relaxes a bit as the meat man moves off, and over to Abrahil and Moonshadow. Her hand now meerly rests on the sword hilt, a relaxed yet alert figure. Her gaze rests on the three thugs, her face impassive. She moves off a distance, but not too far from the three thugs and the vendor stall. She glances over goods from another stall, then glances back to the three. Finally she gives a shrug, and a light shake of her head. "Not worth it.. " she mutters.<br />
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Taurex: Snide has only moved about thirty feet away from Mrs. Tiddler's stall when he suddenly finds his passage blocked by an angry gnome, Mr. Belcher. Mr. Belcher points a finger in Snide's face and angrily shouts, "You bastard! You stole an entire crate of double-thick soles from the back of my shop!" Snide hastily replies, "Soles? Do I look like a cobbler or a priest? What would I need with soles?"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Round 1. We are not in combat, rounds are merely being used to track the passage of time for future events. Continue to pose freely."<br />
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Moonshadow takes a deep breath when the triplet picks up the cat figurine. "Excuse me." She says softly directly to the triplet.....and holding out her hand. "I will be purchasing that figurine, if you don't mind......" She didn't even seem the least bit scared of them.<br />
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Abrahil pushes his lenses up his nose a bit, and puts the small dog back in with the others. And well, that's when it starts to wag its tail and walk about! It doesn't move very far...but it begins to wriggle and wobble, all the things that dogs do, with its tail flopping here and there. "Oh, bless me. I do think we've got quite the show here!" he says and raises his voice at the last, as though making an announcement. And in a way, he is. Not just the dog, but a few of the cats begin to move--chasing yarn, pouncing one another... He glances over at the quarreling pair and then back again. When Moonshadow speaks up to demand the figure back, he practically beams. "Such courage, my dear!" he whispers!<br />
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<OOC> Abrahil ack's. I thought he'd had silent image prepp'd. But guess not. In that, spontaneous-cast major image! XD<br />
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Taurex: The triplet begins to gently toss the cat figurine from hand to hand, before replying to Moonshadow, "You mean this one here? You sure you want to do that, what with it being broken and all . . ." At the moment, the figurine looks completely intact. Mrs. Tingler stares down at her suddenly moving carvings, her jaw dropping open. she stutters, "But . . but whats . . . " Then she glances up at the juggled figurine as if she is now completely loss about what is going on or what to do. She gently bites her lower lip in frustration.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Round 2"<br />
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Moonshadow blinks down at the triplet tosing the figurine between his hands. "Do you truly wish to act like a child, or is that the only thing you're good at? I'm giving you one more chance. Give me the figurine." She continues to hold out her hand. By now, however, she's no longer smiling.....<br />
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The juggling of the figurine catches her attention. Kilian turns and leans her hip up against a table, watching from a short distance. She looks over Moonshadow, then back to the three thugs. Once again she shakes her head, "Stupid as well as beligerant... who would have guessed." She turns her attention towards the road, looking for something, only the furrowed brows would give indication she isn't seeing it.<br />
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Taurex: Belcher grows even redder in the face as he shouts at Snide, "What do you do with them? What do you do with them? Everyone knows what you do with them. You paint on grill marks and sell them out of that accursed box of yours! Give me back my property now! I need those to fulfill a big order and can't afford to buy replacements. If I don't get those back I'm going to lose everything!" At this news, Snide suddenly looks guilty for just a moment before his poker face returned. He haughtedly replies, "Thats your problem. I didn't take your soles and you have no evidence I did."<br />
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Taurex; The triplet tosses the figure up into the air in a high arc, only in the general direction of Moonshadow.<br />
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The figurine in the thug's hand begins to wriggle, too. Abrahil glances over, and then hurries over to Mrs. Tiggler. Though, it must be said he bobs more than he walks, bobbles more than runs. It's sort of like being approached by a bit of jell-o. When he gets there, he looks earnestly up at her, "Oh, don't worry, m'dear. It's just a bit of Coyote's mischief. ...I'm from the Academy, you know," he adds underneath his breath, and then wriggles his fingers in a conspiratorial way that has bits of glitter and color popping out of them. ...and then. Well, then...Snide speaks up and the little wizard's face goes ashen. Just /ashen/.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Moonshadow, make a dex roll to catch it before it falls."<br />
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<OOC> Abrahil says, "Ignore the part about the wiggling figurine. I tossed in late. :3"<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow rolls dexterity: (15)+3: 18<br />
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You whisper "You successfully caught it. Feel free to pose a daring catch." to Moonshadow.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Round 3"<br />
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Taurex: Belcher snears, "Proof? Proof? I'll show you proof!" WIth that, Belcher suddenly grabs hold of Snide's metal box. Belcher and Snide begin struggling over possession of the box of meat-on-a-stick.<br />
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Kilian's attention was upon the figurine when it went up, but it moves to the meat man and his adversary, and their fight over the box. She gives the fruit merchant a copper, and begins to munch lazily on the fruit watching the fight. She doesn't seem at all interested in interfering with the fight that is going on.<br />
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As the inept 'juggler' mishandles the figurine, Moonshadow quickly plucks it out of reach of the triplet. "Funny. even without the figurine, you seem little bigger than a child." She says before walking her way over to Mrs. Tiddler. "Hang onto this, ma'am. I'll be back for it. If you must keep it in a safe place." She says before turning her attention back to the triplet. "Only a small mind bullies others. An idiot tries to bully everyone." She then perks an ear at the escalating argument, staying near Mrs. Tiddler until the triplet vacates......<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Give me an intimidation roll, Moonshadow."<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow rolls intimidate: (4)+6: 10<br />
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Taurex: The triplet just smirks at Moonshadow, then shrugs and gestures towards his two brothers, "Come on fellows, lets do like the pretty little lady asks." Then he gives a hard glare at Mrs. Tiddler, "But we will be back. You can count on it. And, I won't be in such a pleasant mood when I return either. Think on that, little gnome."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Round 4"<br />
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Taurex : As the rope holding Snide's box in place snaps, his box tilts and meat-on-a-stick pour out onto the street. Snide angrily slaps Belcher across the face. In response, Belcher quick-draws his leather-cutting shears from his belt and in one easy smooth motion plunges them deep into Snide's chest. Belcher stands there for a moment as Snide collapses onto the ground, his hands feebly clutching at the shears now protruding from his chest.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Anyone wishing to intervene in Snide's stabbing, go ahead and do a +init. If you just plan to observe, its not necessary."<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow rolls initiative: Roll: 11 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 14<br />
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Abrahil clasps his hands together across his great-sized paunch. It's a little wider than he is tall, perhaps, and it wobbles with each of his words! Dramatically! "Dear boys, I--" and then. Then. The stabbing of the young man quite takes the wind out of him. "I...oh my..." he says, voice choked. He reaches down to pat Mrs. Tiddler's hand, though it's uncertain whose comfort it's for. It's probably just a reflex.<br />
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GAME: You roll initiative for Belcher: Roll: 20 + Bonus: 7 = Total: 27<br />
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GAME: You roll initiative for Snide: Roll: 12 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 15<br />
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Taurex: Belcher suddenly realizes what he has done and takes off running at his full gnomish speed. Since he's a gnome, his base speed is only 20, so its not particularly fast, of course. He leaves his shears in Snide.<br />
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"I'll keep that in mind....and I look forward to your next visit." Moonshadow says before she sees Belcher stab Snide. At once, she runs after Belcher and she will catch him quite quickly whether she runs or not.<br />
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Kilian's brows come up as the meat man ends up on a pair of shears.<br />
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Taurex: Snide, gasping on the ground, pulls a dagger out of his shirt sleeve and hurls it at the fleeing Belcher.<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow says, "My normal speed is 40."<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls d20+3: (13)+d20+3: 16<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d4+2: (3)+2: 5<br />
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Kilian's brows come up as the meat man ends up on a pair of shears. She hesitates for a moment, once again looking about and not seeing what she's looking for. She glances back and takes another bite of her fruit, continuing to simply observe.<br />
Taurex: The dagger sinks into Belcher's shoulder as he flees, but the gnome barely seems to notice the injury in his flight.<br />
Kilian adds in an undertone.. "Interesting.. no guards.."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Moonshadow, you can easily catch up to the gnome, since you move twice as fast."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Your init, Moonshadow. Are you attempting a grapple maneuver?"<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow isn't very good at grappling, but, why not.<br />
GAME: Moonshadow rolls weapon1: (5)+7: 12<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Belcher left his shears in Snide and hasn't drawn his hammer from his belt, so he wouldn't get an attack of opportunity on you."<br />
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Taurex: Belcher easily steps aside as Moonshadow tries to get hold of him. He warns her, "Back off, lady. I don't got no beef with you, but I'm not going to go away for dealing with the likes of that scum!" With that, he pulls a hammer from his belt and continues . . . slowly . . . moving away.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Now he'd get an attack of opportunity, unless you have improved grapple."<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow doesn't.....but I'm not going to grapple him again.<br />
Taurex: Snide's eyes go wide as grease from the tipped over box of meat-on-a-stick threatens to splash on his injury. He attempts to crawl away, but only gets a few feet before falling unconscious in a steadily expanding pool of blood.<br />
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Abrahil looks from one to the other and then just sort of wrings his hands. "Oh dear," he says, and "Oh dear..." And, to no one in particular, "...would anyone like a pot of tea?"<br />
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Kilian drops her fruit onto the ground and moves forward to inspect the meat man on the ground. She looks to be sure she knows if the three are near before she kneels to inspect the meat man to see if his wounds are fatal. "I'm no healer... " she glances around for some child to send to get a cleric. "Someone... go get a healer.." She glances down at the man. "Looks like you pushed one to many times.."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "If you have the heal skill, make a roll, Kilian."<br />
"I think I shall make some tea..." Abrahil says a bit weakly. He glances around, and by now the dogs and kittens have stopped dancing. He's too distracted, and stands there wringing his hands for a time. "A bit of tea...oh. Oh /dear/. Guards, GUARDS!!"<br />
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GAME: Kilian rolls heal: (12)+0: 12<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Based on that roll, Killian (you need a 15 for successful first aid), you think the thing to do, is just yank out those shears as quick as you can, then stuff whatever is handy into the hole let behind to plug it up."<br />
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Taurex: Mrs Tiddler has turned pale at this point, and is just muttering "Oh dear. Oh Dear." over and over again.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "What are you doing Moonshadow?"<br />
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<OOC> Kilian says, "Actually, Kilian is more likely to check his pockets for money than pull shears out. ;)"<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow says, "I'm going to toss a tanglefoot bag at him."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Go ahead and pose rifling though his pockets. It will be noted with the log submission for when treasure is awarded."<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow says, "now to figure out how it works."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Its a ranged touch attack."<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow rolls 1d20+6: (18)+6: 24<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+4: (2)+4: 6<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow used a Tanglefoot Bag.<br />
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You whisper "you hit and he failed his reflex roll. Go ahead and pose him being successfully glued to the floor." to Moonshadow.<br />
<OOC> Taurex says, "Kilian, if you are rifling through his pockets, give me a stealth roll if you are trying to hide what you are doing from the people around you."<br />
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Making a bit of a face, Moonshadow tugs a old dusty bag from her belt. "Going to jail is better than having to die over killing someone like him." She then tosses the bag at his feet, where the bag poofs and grabs his feet with quick setting vine that are tough to get out of......as the gnome has figured out. "As You've just figured out, I'd rather you stuck around."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Or Sleight of hand"<br />
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Kilian looks at the shirt of the man, about ready to tear it into strips to make a bandage of sorts, but looks at him with the shears in his chest. "Tough wound.. I don't think you're going to make it." she does pat him down.. you know, in case he has a spare bandage, in case he were to get stabbed for stealing.<br />
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GAME: Kilian rolls stealth: (5)+2: 7<br />
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Taurex: A pair of human city watchmen, Rob and Hob Heavyfoot, finally coming strolling into the marketplace. Hob spots the bleeding Snide and the pair head leisurely over in that direction. Hob calls over to Kilian, "Whats all this about then?"<br />
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Kilian glances up casually looking at the pair. "Wonder when you fellas were going to stroll by. Been waiting for you, during the whole fight." She nods in the direct of Moonshadow and the fleeing gnome, newly caught by a tanglefoot bag. "Best ask the man accusing this one of stealing from him.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Abr, give me another knowledge local roll."<br />
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GAME: Abrahil rolls knowledge/local: (13)+16: 29<br />
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You whisper "You recognized Belcher as a local cobbler named Ronald Belcher, quite skilled. You know both where his shoe shop and his home is located. You also know he has a wife and three children and up to now has been an upstanding member of the community." to Abrahil.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Moonshadow, Belcher is currently unable to move, but will no doubt eventually break free. Are you going to stand there and shout for the watch, walk quietly away and hope for the best, try to knock him unconcious with ranged attacks (he appears to have no ranged weapon), cast a spell on him, etc."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Try to convince him to surrender himself, etc."<br />
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"Oh dear..." Abrahil's come back with tea, now. He'd found it...somewhere. A pair of cups from one of the stalls, possibly. He trundles back into the area and settles one of the cups down in front of the widow. And looks for a seat, himself. "There...oh dear. This will help the nerves, m'dear. ...I'm just delighted the guards finally got here."<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow is going to stand there until the watch comes by or he breaks free. I have no ranged attacks, so it's a moot point, but if he breaks free, Moonshadow's honor says his life becomes forfeit.<br />
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Taurex: Mrs. Tiddler gratefully accepts the tea and takes a sip, finally remarking, "Such a shame when a gnome goes bad. Not that that Mr. Snide didn't deserve it. Some folks shouldn't be allowed on the street, if you ask me."<br />
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"Oh he's quite terrible, you know. ...oh, dear. You know, you hear all sorts of things..." Abrahil agrees. He turns his tea around nervously in his hands, and gives a little wave to someone he thinks he recognizes on the street.<br />
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Taurex: Rob bends over to look at the shears sticking out of Snide. He reaches down and yanks them out of Snide for a closer look, ignoring Snide's anguished yowl, before remarking, "Why, I do believe these are, whatchamacall them, a workman's tool. Maybe we're looking at the work of some angry craftsman, here, Hob." Hob nods slowly, before replying, "Could be, Could be. Think it has anything to do with that gnome younder with the hammer in hand?" Rob thinks for a moment, then turns to Kilian, "So . . . the gnome with the hammer accused this man," he gives Snide a little kick to illustrate to whom he was referring, "of stealing from him, then, these shears mysterious appeared in his belly? Quite a mystery. Quite a mystery, we have here. Perhaps you'd better bring that gnome over here for questioning, Hob." Hob nods again at that, "Right you are, my brother," and strolls over to where Belcher is still struggling with the goo on his feet.<br />
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Abrahil shudders at the goings-on, though the shudder makes him jiggle, a bit. He puts his tea down on the ground next to him and clasps his hands tightly. "Oh, such a tragedy. ...you know, it's almost as sad as when we lost Mr. Barker that one time..." He clasps his hands a bit more tightly.<br />
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Taurex: Hob gives Belcher a right smart whack to the back of the head with his club, and Belcher slumps to the ground. Hob gives the gnome a yank until he becomes unstuck, then casually tucks him under one arm as he heads back over to Rob and Snide. Mrs Tiddler, meanwhile, politely inquires, "Mr. Barker? Whatever happened to him?"<br />
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Kilian stands up and kicks the box that the meat man was carrying. "Supposedly, he stole some soles.. cooked them up or some such.." she looks down as the man is still alive, and gives a shrug. She glances towards the tall Moonshadow and gives her a nod, and looks to the small Abrahil and Mrs. Tiddler. She stared at the small gnome woman for a moment. "When you least expect help, it will be there." She gives another nod and moves off through the crowd.<br />
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Taurex: Rob nudged one of the 'meat-on-a-stick's lying on the ground before replying to Kilian, "Wouldn't be surprised. That Snide would try anything to make a buck." Rob's brow then quirks as he spots the unconscious gnome, "I thought we were going to ask him some questions?" Hob shrugs, "We will. We will. More likely to answer if we stick him in a cell for a few days first.<br />
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Moonshadow stands quietly from her crouch when Belcher is rendered unconscious. She walks around the goo on the ground and she shrugs. No point in wasting words now. But she does go back to Mrs Tiddler's stall with Abrahil. "That's a good question." She then looks over towards the two watchmen. "Are you going to call a cleric for Snide? Either to heal him or to give him to the Vardamites? That way he can, at least, rest well."<br />
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"Oh, goodness. Well, he was quite the fellow e was, Mr. Barker. ...but after he'd had that pot of tea he never was just the same. ...of course...he was stepping out of the carriage as he was drinking it. ...and some say it was a bit 'unusually strong' if you take my meaning...so he quite forgot to notice the carriage was taking off again." Abrahil wrings his hands a bit, and then looks a little more curiously at the pair that'd fought. "...have those barbarians been giving you trouble, m'dear?" he asks, and then hands a teacup up to Moonshadow. "Oh! /There/ you are! I'm so glad you're unhurt!"<br />
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Taurex Rob looks down at Snide, then up at Moonshadow, "Well, I suppose if you insist we can take him back to the Watchhouse. Got a volunteer cleric hanging about at a moment that could probably patch him up." With that, he reaches down and throws the bleeding man over his shoulder, "Seems a bit of a waste. Snide's going to end up bleeding out one of these days anyways." He surveys the crowd, then says in a loud authoritative voice, "I expect everyone who witnesses this stabbing to stop by the Watchhouse and make a formal statement, understand?" With that, the pair of watchman head off once more.<br />
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Moonshadow smiles to the guards. "Of course." She then looks to Abrahil and takes a sip of tea. "I'm not hurt, I don't think he had enough skill to hit me. I was more worried about him getting hurt." She then looks to Mrs Tiddler. "I do believe I said I would be buying that cat figurine?"<br />
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Abrahil brightens at that, after glance at the place where the man had fallen. He clears his throat a few times, and, "Oh, yes! And I'd wanted to look at the dogs..." he sort of tumbles, flobbles off his seat.<br />
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Taurex: Ms. Tiddler nods, and carefully hands over the figurine.<br />
[[Category:Logs]]</div>Taurexhttp://www.tenebraemush.net/index.php?title=PrP:_Meat_on_Stick_Part_1&diff=9267PrP: Meat on Stick Part 12013-02-20T05:05:13Z<p>Taurex: </p>
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<div>Dramatic PrP: Meat-on-a-Stick<br />
Scene 1 (of 3)<br />
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PLOT RUNNER: Taurex<br />
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PCs INVOLVED:<br />
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Moonshadow (Monk 4) - Tall oruch woman with a dancer's grace <br />
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Abrahil (Wizard 8) - A valiant, gnomish slayer of paper demons. <br />
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Kilian (Fighter 3) - Tall female, chain shirt and longbow. <br />
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GOLD/TREASURE RELATED EVENTS:<br />
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Kilian riffled through the pockets of Morigan Snide while he was unconscious. As he was a level 1 rogue NPC reduced to stealing shoe soles to sell as food, he wouldn't have had much.<br />
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SCENE:<br />
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Local Alexandria Market District. Just west of the Northern Highbridge and east of the arena, commerce blooms. Noisy and bustling, most anything may be purchased here for a price. Vendors from all cultures sell their wares from exotically colored carts, and the smells of different nations and far-off city-states mix with local ones from Alexandria and its riverbanks.<br />
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KEY NPCS:<br />
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Mr. Morigan P. Snide, Purveyer of Fine Meats on a Stick.<br />
(Level 1 Human Rogue, N)<br />
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A greasy-looking human, average height and weight, with a slight stoop to his shoulders. His clothing appears to have been hand-sewn in the style of a successful merchant, but made of much cheaper cloth and showing signs of obvious patching. A rope is draped around his neck, attached to two sides of a large metal box propped up against his chest. The box has been colorfully painted with appetizing images of various forms of meat impaled on woden skewers. On each side is emblazoned, “Morigan P. Snide, Purveyer of Fine Meats. On a Stick.” A small, note, with handwriting so tiny as to be barely readable, has been stuck to an out of the way corner of the left side of the box, with the additional wording, No warranty or guranteed, implied or written is made to the actual content of items referred to as 'meat'. Product sold is for decorate purposes only and not intended for actual consumption. Any illness, spontaneous combustion, or loss of teeth resulting from said consumptions is the sole responsibility of the purchaser.”<br />
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Mr. Ronald Belcher the Cobbler<br />
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(Level 4 Gnome Fighter, NG)<br />
A stout gnome, about three feet tall, wearing rough brown home-spun. A well-worn hammer and pair of large vicious looking shears are tucked into his belt, and a large pouch of nails jingles with every step.<br />
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Gizzle Triplets<br />
(Level 3 Human Barbarians, NE)<br />
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Ranging in age between 17 and 21, the Gizzle Triplets have been on their own since for ten years, ever since their parent's farm was raided by orcs while they were odd playing in the woods. Their parents, having just as unpleasant personalities as their offspring, had been feuding with all their neighbors for years. As such, there was no one to stop by and find out about the tragedy until some six years later when the local lord finally got around to seizing the farm for unpaid taxes. Since then, the triplets have wandered, making a living through petty theft, extortion, and blatant robbery.<br />
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Mrs. Tiddler (Commoner NPC, NG)<br />
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A middle-aged gnome, pretty except for the worry creases on her face, is wearing a patched but clean blue dress decorated with images of small white flowers. She owns a small stall in the marketplace where she sells hand-carved wooden animals.<br />
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Jen Jars (Commoner NPC, N)<br />
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A young non-descript male halfling of modest dress. Assistant to Marty Fellman of Marty Fellman's Incredible Rodent Circu<br />
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Rob and Hob Heavyfoot (Level 6 Human Fighter, LN)<br />
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Two rather laid back members of the City Watch. Clad in chainmail, they carry clubs, light steel shields, longswords, and light crossbows.<br />
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LOG:<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "I'll be doing an intro pose. To make it easier for folks to track what I am providing vs the participants, I'll be using poses followed by a colon for environment descriptions, NPC actions."<br />
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"Oh! Why, look at these! You know, I've always had a fondness for purple...it's my color, you know," Abrahil concludes a bit shyly. He stands near one of the vendors, a set of beads held between his hands. Though, if it's held between his hands or across his stomach, it's a little hard to tell as teh latter rests so comfortably in front of him. He wears a set of brightly colored cloth, with a pair of glasses perched upon his nose, and seems quite excited about the beads as he chatters away at the shopkeep.<br />
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Taurex: Its a busy day in the Local Alexandria Market District. While many of the vendors and market stalls are the same, there are a few new people about. Ms. Tingler, a middle-aged gnome, is manning a small staff where she is selling wooden carvings of puppies and kittens to a largely disinterested public. A young halfling, Jen Jars, is posting flyers about an upcoming visit from something called "Marty Fellman's Incredible Rodent Circus", the Gizzle Triplets, three human self-proclaimed barbarians, are hanging about, and Mr. Morigan P. Snide is hawking his infamous 'meat on a stick' from a box around his neck.<br />
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This is the exact sort of thing that gives Vennan his immense disdain for Alexandria's people and customs. One can almost feel the palpable loathing for the culture which the snooty elft exudes as he makes his way through the market, eyeing every vendor with suspicious and distrust. Upon spotting one of the flyers for the 'circus' he is positively aghast. "... This is what suffices for entertainment here, is it?"<br />
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Making her way into the marketplace, Moonshadow casually smiles at children passing by. Stopping at one of the flyers, she stands in front of it quietly and reads it, looking it over. "Hmmm....a circus, huh? I don't think I've ever seen one. Should be an interesting look, to say the least."<br />
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"Why they're--oh! Oh, my. You know, I've never seen a circus before. ...well, except this one time, with mum, you see. She wanted to--" and here he prattles on. He quite forgets the beads, handing them back to the shopkeep before waddling (wandering) over towards the lucht with the flyers. He waddles more than he walks, moving with a sort of walking motion, like a pendulum swinging back and forth, topped with a roundish head. In fact, he nearly bumps into Vennan. Or, well, he DOES. In fact, he sort of bumbles to a halt and completely oblivious to the man's mutterings, beams up at him, "Why, a circus! Isn't that wonderful! Oh, I just know it will be..." Bumblebumblebumble...<br />
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Kilian's long strides carry her easily through the crowds. Her gaze moves about, eyeing various wares, and vendors. She stops occasionally in the shade of the tents errected to house various vendors, getting a good glance at the locals. Her eyes rest upon the barbarians for a moment, her hand moves to the hilt of her sword as if in reassurance that its there. She adjusts her longbow across her back, and a grin crosses her face, not a warm grin mind you.<br />
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Taurex: The Gizzle triplets have begin to drift over to Ms. Tiddler's stall, driving away the few customers that looked interested. Meanwhile, Jars has spotten two potential marks, er, customers looking at the fliers and heads over, rudely chiming in, "Greatest show on earth folks. His amazing enchanted rats are both the performers and the circus animals! Clowns, aerial acrobatics, the whole lot! All for your convinient viewing on a single 30 foot wide table! You've never seen anything like it!"<br />
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"Oh, you don't say! Why, I remember when...oh. /Oh/, I did just tell that story, didn't I? Well! My goodness...so you're in the THEAT--the er, circus, my boy! What drew you to /this/ one?" and Abrahil stops to look at one of the flyers, beaming at it and then the lucht as he does. He's round, though not nearly so tall as Moonshadow or even Kilian. They might trip over him!<br />
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Taurex: Ms. Tiddler is a middle-aged gnome, pretty except for the worry creases on her face, who is wearing a patched but clean blue dress decorated with images of small white flowers. Each of the Gizzle triplets, on the other hand, look like they stepped out of a Connan movie, decked out in store-bought furs and strings of claws and teeth, along with an overabudance of squirrel skulls. Each has an usually large great sword strapped to their back. The kind that are covered with engravings and bits of colored glass but are made from cheap steel that no real warrior would take a second look at.<br />
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Kilian keeps an eye on the three barbarians, always keeping them infront of her as she moves through the crowd. She comes close to the peopel inspecting the flyers and chimes in herself. "Nothing new about rats... only good for eating and target practice.."<br />
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Taurex: Jars frowns as he listens to the stranger rattle on. No, that is NOT how this is supposed to go. He hastily clarifies, "I'm just the owner's assistant, friend. I don't actually perform. No indeed. The stars of this circus are the animals. Well worth the small ticket price, I assure you!" He looks around nervously, "But, I really need to get the rest of these flyers up . . . so I hope you'll excuse me."<br />
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Moonshadow actually places a hand upon Abrahil's shoulder as he prattles on. Chuckling at the round man as he excitedly chatters about the circus, she turns her head to hear Kilian's comment. She then turns to watch the three 'barbarians' walk by, and chuckles lightly. "Interesting for a circus to be coming here, don't you think, Abrahil?"<br />
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"Oh!" Abrahil's brows shoot up, and for a moment the small, round figure looks as though he might cry. He takes a DEEP and BRACING! breath and folds his hands across his not insizable paunch, and clears his throat a bit. "Oh, dear. ...I had so /hoped/!" he says to Moonshadow, and then beams, "Why, yes, it is! And oh my...why look! I don't think I've noticed those, before..." and he reaches up to pat her hand, pat pat, pat pat, and point enthusiastically at the wonderful little animal carvings. "I don't think those would be very edible," he says to Kilian, in a hushed whisper. Look! Secrets!<br />
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Taurex: As Kilian is keeping a close eye on the three barbarians, a loud voice suddenly erupts behind her, "Miss, do you enjoy a nice juicy steak? If so, you may also enjoy my famous cow-on-a-stick. Today's special, two for a single coin! A bargain not to be beat, miss." He opens the lip on the metal box hanging in front of him and a delicious aroma wafts out. The loud voice belongs to a greasy-looking human, average height and weight, with a slight stoop to his shoulders. His clothing appears to have been hand-sewn in the style of a successful merchant, but made of much cheaper cloth and showing signs of obvious patching. A rope is draped around his neck, attached to two sides of a large metal box propped up against his chest. The box has been colorfully painted with appetizing images of various forms of meat impaled on woden skewers. On each side is emblazoned, 'Morigan P. Snide, Purveyer of Fine Meats. On a Stick.' A small, note, with handwriting so tiny as to be barely readable, has been stuck to an out of the way corner of the left side of the box, with the additional wording, No warranty or guranteed, implied or written is made to the actual content of items referred to as 'meat'. Product sold is for decorate purposes only and not intended for actual consumption. Any illness, spontaneous combustion, or loss of teeth resulting from said consumptions is the sole responsibility of the purchaser.'<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Anyone who wishes, can make local knowledge rolls."<br />
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GAME: Abrahil rolls knowledge/local: (11)+16: 27<br />
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Kilian nearly jumps out of her skin as a person addresses her from behind, her hand whipping instantly to her sword. Not some candy decorated sword, one of a professional swordsmen. She holds her hand and gives the man a glare. "I've had my rat for the day, thanks... " her eyes move down at the food, and over the man's person. She glances at the box but doesn't really make any response as to what may be written upon it. She turns her attention to the small Abrahil, "Meat is best done fresh.."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Abrahil: You know the following, Mrs. Tiddler lost her husband in a bar brawl a year ago, when he was knifed in the back. Rumors circulated that one of the Gizzle Triplets was responsible, but it was never proven. Since then, she has struggled to support her three young daughters by selling hand-carved wooden animals in the market. The Gizzle Triplets are known for trying to intimidate small merchants into paying them protection, lurking around their stalls and scaring away business until they get paid off. Snide is known for his set pattern. He'll get out of jail, get a job somewhere for a while, save up his money, then lose everything in some sort of ill-considered business venture. Desperate, he'll resort to fraud and theft to try to keep things going, get arrested again, and spend another stint in jail."<br />
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"Oh, my. I'm afraid I'm not that robust my dear," Abrahil says morosely. He reaches up to tap the side of his lenses and smiles up at her. As he does, the sunlight catches that quite broad bald spot on the top of his head. "Oh, goodness. I'm afraid those figures might be too well done for even me though, you know. ...but she /is/ quite the dear," he adds in lower tones so that Moonshadow and Kilian might overhear. "We really might look at them, you know. And..." he trails off a moment, and then gives Mrs. Tiddler a shy wave before turning back around.<br />
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Moonshadow chuckles. "Come on then. Lets go take a look at those figurines then." She says before lightly tugging Abrahil over towards the booth, smiling to Mrs. Tiddler in a friendly way. Of course, she also teasingly rubs Abrahil's bald spot, as if to make it shine more.<br />
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Taurex: Mrs. Tiddler seems overjoyed that someone was brave enough to visit her stall despite the Gizzles hanging about. While still looking nervous, she happily replies to Abrahil, "All are hand-carved. Very reasonable prices. Just make an offer good sir." She reaches over to pick up wooden kitten in particular and hold it out. "This one was modeled after my dear little Tiffinay. Oh, how my daughters loved to play with her." Then a tear appears in her eye, "But, last week, we found her dead on our stoop. Someone had wrung the poor little thing's neck." At that, one of the triplets guffaws loudly, "Oh yes. Poor little thing. That will teach it to scra. . . ." At that point one of the other Triplets hushes him up. Meanwhile, Snide, not to take 'no' for an answer, pulls a wooden skewer out of the box, on which is impaled unusually thin slices of meat interposes with pieces of potato, and waves it in front of Kilian, "Just smell the deliciousness!"<br />
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Taurex: Snide then helpfully adds, "Made with genuine 100 percent animal! Well, except for the tater . . . Thats more of a plant. Mostly."<br />
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Ack! Abrahil reaches up to pat the poor bits of hair that remain back into place, and straightens his brightly colored, orange-and-pink jacket so it's just so! To the gnomish gentleman: no one is patting his bald spot! Oh, NO! Such a thing must not exist! So, of course, he stammers and prattles on, "Oh, it's--" ack! "--oh dear. They're quite lovely, m'dear. Why..." he blinks a few times and then suddenly makes a grab for his lenses. They seem to have suddenly made a dive for the ground!<br />
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Kilian's gaze follows Abrihil and Moonshadow across to the stall, her eyes narrowing a bit as she watches the three thugs from a distance. She doesn't really hear the conversation about the kitten, because of the meat on a stick guy trying to shove food in her face. Her cold stare settles on the man. "You'll end up in pieces in that box if you shove anything else into my face." Her hand once again wraps around the hilt of her sword. She shifts her weight onto the balls of her feet, as if making ready for whatever the meat man may wish to dish out.<br />
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Moonshadow turns her head as Abrahil 'dives' for his lenses. "How Odd." She says, placing a gaze upon the triplet that uttered those words before he was shushed. "She sounded like a wonderful cat, ma'am." She says turning her head back towards Mrs. Tiddler. "Reasonable prices? Do you make any of foxes, wolves and the like? I know of a few druids that would frequent your stall if they knew of such wonderful craftsmanship."<br />
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<OOC> Abrahil'd like to animate some of the wooden critters, and have them do a little dance. Maybe it'll attract her some visitors? ^^;<br />
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Taurex: Snide takes one long side step away from Killian, then cautiously circles around her before waving the meat-on-a-stick in front of Abrahil and Moonshadow, "How about either of you fine citizens? Care for a delicious hot meal? Nothing is quite like my cow-on-a-stick. Marianated in seven secret herbs and spices!" Meanwhile one of the Gizzle Triplers nods his heads towards Killian and remarks, "I knew she wasn't man enough to eat one of Snide's stomack busters. Takes a real man to keep one of those things down. Remember when I managed to finish three of them last week?" At that, one of the other triplets remarks, "Yeah, and I remember the small house with a window where you spent the night, too!" At that, all three break out in obnoxious guffaws. Meanwhile Mrs. Tiddler looks thoughtful, "Well, I've mostly done cats and dogs, cause that is what I've seen around the city. But, maybe i could find a picture book . . . "<br />
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Taurex: Ronald Belcher, a stout gnome enters the marketplace, his neck craning as he scans the crowds. He is about three feet tall, wearing rough brown home-spun. A well-worn hammer and pair of large vicious looking shears are tucked into his belt, and a large pouch of nails jingles with every step. His face is currently a bright red.<br />
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Moonshadow leans her head back from the slice of meat shoved into her face. She looks over towards Killian and chuckles. "no thank you. I ate before I came here." Her attention is back upon MRs Tiddler though. "What about if you saw those particular animals?"<br />
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"Oh, my. They /do/ look wonderful..." Abrahil enthuses as he fumbles his lenses back into place. Gold-gilted things with rose-tinted lenses, they look as though they'd be more at home on a grandmother than an...well. An elderly gnome. He beams though, once they're in place, and...leans over to whisper to Moonshadow quite firmly, "Those young boys still have a bit of snot up their nose," he says darkly. Get off my lawn! Then he looks up to Mrs. Tiddler and, "Oh dear. ...do you mind if we have a look? And oh, my. A fox would be lovely, wouldn't it?" He picks up one of the small dogs to look at it.<br />
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Taurex: Mrs. Tiddler looks surprised, "You mean in person? Why, it should be easy enough in that case! Do you think that is possible?" she carefully sets her prize carving back down, only to have one of the Gizzle triplets immediately snatch it back up and hold it up as if he was actually considering purchasing it. Mrs Tiddler brings her hand to her mouth, as if she was about to say something but thought better of it. Snide, finally realizing a sale is not in the offing, backs away and moves further down the row of stalls to purvey his goods elsewhere.<br />
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Kilian's stance relaxes a bit as the meat man moves off, and over to Abrahil and Moonshadow. Her hand now meerly rests on the sword hilt, a relaxed yet alert figure. Her gaze rests on the three thugs, her face impassive. She moves off a distance, but not too far from the three thugs and the vendor stall. She glances over goods from another stall, then glances back to the three. Finally she gives a shrug, and a light shake of her head. "Not worth it.. " she mutters.<br />
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Taurex: Snide has only moved about thirty feet away from Mrs. Tiddler's stall when he suddenly finds his passage blocked by an angry gnome, Mr. Belcher. Mr. Belcher points a finger in Snide's face and angrily shouts, "You bastard! You stole an entire crate of double-thick soles from the back of my shop!" Snide hastily replies, "Soles? Do I look like a cobbler or a priest? What would I need with soles?"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Round 1. We are not in combat, rounds are merely being used to track the passage of time for future events. Continue to pose freely."<br />
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Moonshadow takes a deep breath when the triplet picks up the cat figurine. "Excuse me." She says softly directly to the triplet.....and holding out her hand. "I will be purchasing that figurine, if you don't mind......" She didn't even seem the least bit scared of them.<br />
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Abrahil pushes his lenses up his nose a bit, and puts the small dog back in with the others. And well, that's when it starts to wag its tail and walk about! It doesn't move very far...but it begins to wriggle and wobble, all the things that dogs do, with its tail flopping here and there. "Oh, bless me. I do think we've got quite the show here!" he says and raises his voice at the last, as though making an announcement. And in a way, he is. Not just the dog, but a few of the cats begin to move--chasing yarn, pouncing one another... He glances over at the quarreling pair and then back again. When Moonshadow speaks up to demand the figure back, he practically beams. "Such courage, my dear!" he whispers!<br />
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<OOC> Abrahil ack's. I thought he'd had silent image prepp'd. But guess not. In that, spontaneous-cast major image! XD<br />
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Taurex: The triplet begins to gently toss the cat figurine from hand to hand, before replying to Moonshadow, "You mean this one here? You sure you want to do that, what with it being broken and all . . ." At the moment, the figurine looks completely intact. Mrs. Tingler stares down at her suddenly moving carvings, her jaw dropping open. she stutters, "But . . but whats . . . " Then she glances up at the juggled figurine as if she is now completely loss about what is going on or what to do. She gently bites her lower lip in frustration.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Round 2"<br />
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Moonshadow blinks down at the triplet tosing the figurine between his hands. "Do you truly wish to act like a child, or is that the only thing you're good at? I'm giving you one more chance. Give me the figurine." She continues to hold out her hand. By now, however, she's no longer smiling.....<br />
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The juggling of the figurine catches her attention. Kilian turns and leans her hip up against a table, watching from a short distance. She looks over Moonshadow, then back to the three thugs. Once again she shakes her head, "Stupid as well as beligerant... who would have guessed." She turns her attention towards the road, looking for something, only the furrowed brows would give indication she isn't seeing it.<br />
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Taurex: Belcher grows even redder in the face as he shouts at Snide, "What do you do with them? What do you do with them? Everyone knows what you do with them. You paint on grill marks and sell them out of that accursed box of yours! Give me back my property now! I need those to fulfill a big order and can't afford to buy replacements. If I don't get those back I'm going to lose everything!" At this news, Snide suddenly looks guilty for just a moment before his poker face returned. He haughtedly replies, "Thats your problem. I didn't take your soles and you have no evidence I did."<br />
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Taurex; The triplet tosses the figure up into the air in a high arc, only in the general direction of Moonshadow.<br />
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The figurine in the thug's hand begins to wriggle, too. Abrahil glances over, and then hurries over to Mrs. Tiggler. Though, it must be said he bobs more than he walks, bobbles more than runs. It's sort of like being approached by a bit of jell-o. When he gets there, he looks earnestly up at her, "Oh, don't worry, m'dear. It's just a bit of Coyote's mischief. ...I'm from the Academy, you know," he adds underneath his breath, and then wriggles his fingers in a conspiratorial way that has bits of glitter and color popping out of them. ...and then. Well, then...Snide speaks up and the little wizard's face goes ashen. Just /ashen/.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Moonshadow, make a dex roll to catch it before it falls."<br />
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<OOC> Abrahil says, "Ignore the part about the wiggling figurine. I tossed in late. :3"<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow rolls dexterity: (15)+3: 18<br />
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You whisper "You successfully caught it. Feel free to pose a daring catch." to Moonshadow.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Round 3"<br />
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Taurex: Belcher snears, "Proof? Proof? I'll show you proof!" WIth that, Belcher suddenly grabs hold of Snide's metal box. Belcher and Snide begin struggling over possession of the box of meat-on-a-stick.<br />
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Kilian's attention was upon the figurine when it went up, but it moves to the meat man and his adversary, and their fight over the box. She gives the fruit merchant a copper, and begins to munch lazily on the fruit watching the fight. She doesn't seem at all interested in interfering with the fight that is going on.<br />
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As the inept 'juggler' mishandles the figurine, Moonshadow quickly plucks it out of reach of the triplet. "Funny. even without the figurine, you seem little bigger than a child." She says before walking her way over to Mrs. Tiddler. "Hang onto this, ma'am. I'll be back for it. If you must keep it in a safe place." She says before turning her attention back to the triplet. "Only a small mind bullies others. An idiot tries to bully everyone." She then perks an ear at the escalating argument, staying near Mrs. Tiddler until the triplet vacates......<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Give me an intimidation roll, Moonshadow."<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow rolls intimidate: (4)+6: 10<br />
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Taurex: The triplet just smirks at Moonshadow, then shrugs and gestures towards his two brothers, "Come on fellows, lets do like the pretty little lady asks." Then he gives a hard glare at Mrs. Tiddler, "But we will be back. You can count on it. And, I won't be in such a pleasant mood when I return either. Think on that, little gnome."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Round 4"<br />
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Taurex : As the rope holding Snide's box in place snaps, his box tilts and meat-on-a-stick pour out onto the street. Snide angrily slaps Belcher across the face. In response, Belcher quick-draws his leather-cutting shears from his belt and in one easy smooth motion plunges them deep into Snide's chest. Belcher stands there for a moment as Snide collapses onto the ground, his hands feebly clutching at the shears now protruding from his chest.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Anyone wishing to intervene in Snide's stabbing, go ahead and do a +init. If you just plan to observe, its not necessary."<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow rolls initiative: Roll: 11 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 14<br />
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Abrahil clasps his hands together across his great-sized paunch. It's a little wider than he is tall, perhaps, and it wobbles with each of his words! Dramatically! "Dear boys, I--" and then. Then. The stabbing of the young man quite takes the wind out of him. "I...oh my..." he says, voice choked. He reaches down to pat Mrs. Tiddler's hand, though it's uncertain whose comfort it's for. It's probably just a reflex.<br />
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GAME: You roll initiative for Belcher: Roll: 20 + Bonus: 7 = Total: 27<br />
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GAME: You roll initiative for Snide: Roll: 12 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 15<br />
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Taurex: Belcher suddenly realizes what he has done and takes off running at his full gnomish speed. Since he's a gnome, his base speed is only 20, so its not particularly fast, of course. He leaves his shears in Snide.<br />
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"I'll keep that in mind....and I look forward to your next visit." Moonshadow says before she sees Belcher stab Snide. At once, she runs after Belcher and she will catch him quite quickly whether she runs or not.<br />
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Kilian's brows come up as the meat man ends up on a pair of shears.<br />
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Taurex: Snide, gasping on the ground, pulls a dagger out of his shirt sleeve and hurls it at the fleeing Belcher.<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow says, "My normal speed is 40."<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls d20+3: (13)+d20+3: 16<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d4+2: (3)+2: 5<br />
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Kilian's brows come up as the meat man ends up on a pair of shears. She hesitates for a moment, once again looking about and not seeing what she's looking for. She glances back and takes another bite of her fruit, continuing to simply observe.<br />
Taurex: The dagger sinks into Belcher's shoulder as he flees, but the gnome barely seems to notice the injury in his flight.<br />
Kilian adds in an undertone.. "Interesting.. no guards.."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Moonshadow, you can easily catch up to the gnome, since you move twice as fast."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Your init, Moonshadow. Are you attempting a grapple maneuver?"<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow isn't very good at grappling, but, why not.<br />
GAME: Moonshadow rolls weapon1: (5)+7: 12<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Belcher left his shears in Snide and hasn't drawn his hammer from his belt, so he wouldn't get an attack of opportunity on you."<br />
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Taurex: Belcher easily steps aside as Moonshadow tries to get hold of him. He warns her, "Back off, lady. I don't got no beef with you, but I'm not going to go away for dealing with the likes of that scum!" With that, he pulls a hammer from his belt and continues . . . slowly . . . moving away.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Now he'd get an attack of opportunity, unless you have improved grapple."<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow doesn't.....but I'm not going to grapple him again.<br />
Taurex: Snide's eyes go wide as grease from the tipped over box of meat-on-a-stick threatens to splash on his injury. He attempts to crawl away, but only gets a few feet before falling unconscious in a steadily expanding pool of blood.<br />
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Abrahil looks from one to the other and then just sort of wrings his hands. "Oh dear," he says, and "Oh dear..." And, to no one in particular, "...would anyone like a pot of tea?"<br />
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Kilian drops her fruit onto the ground and moves forward to inspect the meat man on the ground. She looks to be sure she knows if the three are near before she kneels to inspect the meat man to see if his wounds are fatal. "I'm no healer... " she glances around for some child to send to get a cleric. "Someone... go get a healer.." She glances down at the man. "Looks like you pushed one to many times.."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "If you have the heal skill, make a roll, Kilian."<br />
"I think I shall make some tea..." Abrahil says a bit weakly. He glances around, and by now the dogs and kittens have stopped dancing. He's too distracted, and stands there wringing his hands for a time. "A bit of tea...oh. Oh /dear/. Guards, GUARDS!!"<br />
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GAME: Kilian rolls heal: (12)+0: 12<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Based on that roll, Killian (you need a 15 for successful first aid), you think the thing to do, is just yank out those shears as quick as you can, then stuff whatever is handy into the hole let behind to plug it up."<br />
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Taurex: Mrs Tiddler has turned pale at this point, and is just muttering "Oh dear. Oh Dear." over and over again.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "What are you doing Moonshadow?"<br />
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<OOC> Kilian says, "Actually, Kilian is more likely to check his pockets for money than pull shears out. ;)"<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow says, "I'm going to toss a tanglefoot bag at him."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Go ahead and pose rifling though his pockets. It will be noted with the log submission for when treasure is awarded."<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow says, "now to figure out how it works."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Its a ranged touch attack."<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow rolls 1d20+6: (18)+6: 24<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+4: (2)+4: 6<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow used a Tanglefoot Bag.<br />
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You whisper "you hit and he failed his reflex roll. Go ahead and pose him being successfully glued to the floor." to Moonshadow.<br />
<OOC> Taurex says, "Kilian, if you are rifling through his pockets, give me a stealth roll if you are trying to hide what you are doing from the people around you."<br />
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Making a bit of a face, Moonshadow tugs a old dusty bag from her belt. "Going to jail is better than having to die over killing someone like him." She then tosses the bag at his feet, where the bag poofs and grabs his feet with quick setting vine that are tough to get out of......as the gnome has figured out. "As You've just figured out, I'd rather you stuck around."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Or Sleight of hand"<br />
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Kilian looks at the shirt of the man, about ready to tear it into strips to make a bandage of sorts, but looks at him with the shears in his chest. "Tough wound.. I don't think you're going to make it." she does pat him down.. you know, in case he has a spare bandage, in case he were to get stabbed for stealing.<br />
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GAME: Kilian rolls stealth: (5)+2: 7<br />
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Taurex: A pair of human city watchmen, Rob and Hob Heavyfoot, finally coming strolling into the marketplace. Hob spots the bleeding Snide and the pair head leisurely over in that direction. Hob calls over to Kilian, "Whats all this about then?"<br />
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Kilian glances up casually looking at the pair. "Wonder when you fellas were going to stroll by. Been waiting for you, during the whole fight." She nods in the direct of Moonshadow and the fleeing gnome, newly caught by a tanglefoot bag. "Best ask the man accusing this one of stealing from him.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Abr, give me another knowledge local roll."<br />
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GAME: Abrahil rolls knowledge/local: (13)+16: 29<br />
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You whisper "You recognized Belcher as a local cobbler named Ronald Belcher, quite skilled. You know both where his shoe shop and his home is located. You also know he has a wife and three children and up to now has been an upstanding member of the community." to Abrahil.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Moonshadow, Belcher is currently unable to move, but will no doubt eventually break free. Are you going to stand there and shout for the watch, walk quietly away and hope for the best, try to knock him unconcious with ranged attacks (he appears to have no ranged weapon), cast a spell on him, etc."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Try to convince him to surrender himself, etc."<br />
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"Oh dear..." Abrahil's come back with tea, now. He'd found it...somewhere. A pair of cups from one of the stalls, possibly. He trundles back into the area and settles one of the cups down in front of the widow. And looks for a seat, himself. "There...oh dear. This will help the nerves, m'dear. ...I'm just delighted the guards finally got here."<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow is going to stand there until the watch comes by or he breaks free. I have no ranged attacks, so it's a moot point, but if he breaks free, Moonshadow's honor says his life becomes forfeit.<br />
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Taurex: Mrs. Tiddler gratefully accepts the tea and takes a sip, finally remarking, "Such a shame when a gnome goes bad. Not that that Mr. Snide didn't deserve it. Some folks shouldn't be allowed on the street, if you ask me."<br />
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"Oh he's quite terrible, you know. ...oh, dear. You know, you hear all sorts of things..." Abrahil agrees. He turns his tea around nervously in his hands, and gives a little wave to someone he thinks he recognizes on the street.<br />
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Taurex: Rob bends over to look at the shears sticking out of Snide. He reaches down and yanks them out of Snide for a closer look, ignoring Snide's anguished yowl, before remarking, "Why, I do believe these are, whatchamacall them, a workman's tool. Maybe we're looking at the work of some angry craftsman, here, Hob." Hob nods slowly, before replying, "Could be, Could be. Think it has anything to do with that gnome younder with the hammer in hand?" Rob thinks for a moment, then turns to Kilian, "So . . . the gnome with the hammer accused this man," he gives Snide a little kick to illustrate to whom he was referring, "of stealing from him, then, these shears mysterious appeared in his belly? Quite a mystery. Quite a mystery, we have here. Perhaps you'd better bring that gnome over here for questioning, Hob." Hob nods again at that, "Right you are, my brother," and strolls over to where Belcher is still struggling with the goo on his feet.<br />
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Abrahil shudders at the goings-on, though the shudder makes him jiggle, a bit. He puts his tea down on the ground next to him and clasps his hands tightly. "Oh, such a tragedy. ...you know, it's almost as sad as when we lost Mr. Barker that one time..." He clasps his hands a bit more tightly.<br />
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Taurex: Hob gives Belcher a right smart whack to the back of the head with his club, and Belcher slumps to the ground. Hob gives the gnome a yank until he becomes unstuck, then casually tucks him under one arm as he heads back over to Rob and Snide. Mrs Tiddler, meanwhile, politely inquires, "Mr. Barker? Whatever happened to him?"<br />
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Kilian stands up and kicks the box that the meat man was carrying. "Supposedly, he stole some soles.. cooked them up or some such.." she looks down as the man is still alive, and gives a shrug. She glances towards the tall Moonshadow and gives her a nod, and looks to the small Abrahil and Mrs. Tiddler. She stared at the small gnome woman for a moment. "When you least expect help, it will be there." She gives another nod and moves off through the crowd.<br />
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Taurex: Rob nudged one of the 'meat-on-a-stick's lying on the ground before replying to Kilian, "Wouldn't be surprised. That Snide would try anything to make a buck." Rob's brow then quirks as he spots the unconscious gnome, "I thought we were going to ask him some questions?" Hob shrugs, "We will. We will. More likely to answer if we stick him in a cell for a few days first.<br />
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Moonshadow stands quietly from her crouch when Belcher is rendered unconscious. She walks around the goo on the ground and she shrugs. No point in wasting words now. But she does go back to Mrs Tiddler's stall with Abrahil. "That's a good question." She then looks over towards the two watchmen. "Are you going to call a cleric for Snide? Either to heal him or to give him to the Vardamites? That way he can, at least, rest well."<br />
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"Oh, goodness. Well, he was quite the fellow e was, Mr. Barker. ...but after he'd had that pot of tea he never was just the same. ...of course...he was stepping out of the carriage as he was drinking it. ...and some say it was a bit 'unusually strong' if you take my meaning...so he quite forgot to notice the carriage was taking off again." Abrahil wrings his hands a bit, and then looks a little more curiously at the pair that'd fought. "...have those barbarians been giving you trouble, m'dear?" he asks, and then hands a teacup up to Moonshadow. "Oh! /There/ you are! I'm so glad you're unhurt!"<br />
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Taurex Rob looks down at Snide, then up at Moonshadow, "Well, I suppose if you insist we can take him back to the Watchhouse. Got a volunteer cleric hanging about at a moment that could probably patch him up." With that, he reaches down and throws the bleeding man over his shoulder, "Seems a bit of a waste. Snide's going to end up bleeding out one of these days anyways." He surveys the crowd, then says in a loud authoritative voice, "I expect everyone who witnesses this stabbing to stop by the Watchhouse and make a formal statement, understand?" With that, the pair of watchman head off once more.<br />
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Moonshadow smiles to the guards. "Of course." She then looks to Abrahil and takes a sip of tea. "I'm not hurt, I don't think he had enough skill to hit me. I was more worried about him getting hurt." She then looks to Mrs Tiddler. "I do believe I said I would be buying that cat figurine?"<br />
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Abrahil brightens at that, after glance at the place where the man had fallen. He clears his throat a few times, and, "Oh, yes! And I'd wanted to look at the dogs..." he sort of tumbles, flobbles off his seat.<br />
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Taurex: Ms. Tiddler nods, and carefully hands over the figurine.<br />
[[Category:Logs]]</div>Taurexhttp://www.tenebraemush.net/index.php?title=PrP:_Meat_on_Stick_Part_1&diff=9266PrP: Meat on Stick Part 12013-02-20T05:04:31Z<p>Taurex: Created page with "Dramatic PrP: Meat-on-a-Stick Scene 1 (of 3) PLOT RUNNER: Taurex PCs INVOLVED: Moonshadow (Monk 4) - Tall oruch woman with a dancer's grace Abrahil (Wizar..."</p>
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<div>Dramatic PrP: Meat-on-a-Stick<br />
Scene 1 (of 3)<br />
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PLOT RUNNER: Taurex<br />
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PCs INVOLVED:<br />
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Moonshadow (Monk 4) - Tall oruch woman with a dancer's grace <br />
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Abrahil (Wizard 8) - A valiant, gnomish slayer of paper demons. <br />
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Kilian (Fighter 3) - Tall female, chain shirt and longbow. <br />
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GOLD/TREASURE RELATED EVENTS:<br />
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Kilian riffled through the pockets of Morigan Snide while he was unconscious. As he was a level 1 rogue NPC reduced to stealing shoe soles to sell as food, he wouldn't have had much.<br />
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SCENE:<br />
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Local Alexandria Market District. Just west of the Northern Highbridge and east of the arena, commerce blooms. Noisy and bustling, most anything may be purchased here for a price. Vendors from all cultures sell their wares from exotically colored carts, and the smells of different nations and far-off city-states mix with local ones from Alexandria and its riverbanks.<br />
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KEY NPCS:<br />
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Mr. Morigan P. Snide, Purveyer of Fine Meats on a Stick.<br />
(Level 1 Human Rogue, N)<br />
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A greasy-looking human, average height and weight, with a slight stoop to his shoulders. His clothing appears to have been hand-sewn in the style of a successful merchant, but made of much cheaper cloth and showing signs of obvious patching. A rope is draped around his neck, attached to two sides of a large metal box propped up against his chest. The box has been colorfully painted with appetizing images of various forms of meat impaled on woden skewers. On each side is emblazoned, “Morigan P. Snide, Purveyer of Fine Meats. On a Stick.” A small, note, with handwriting so tiny as to be barely readable, has been stuck to an out of the way corner of the left side of the box, with the additional wording, No warranty or guranteed, implied or written is made to the actual content of items referred to as 'meat'. Product sold is for decorate purposes only and not intended for actual consumption. Any illness, spontaneous combustion, or loss of teeth resulting from said consumptions is the sole responsibility of the purchaser.”<br />
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Mr. Ronald Belcher the Cobbler<br />
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(Level 4 Gnome Fighter, NG)<br />
A stout gnome, about three feet tall, wearing rough brown home-spun. A well-worn hammer and pair of large vicious looking shears are tucked into his belt, and a large pouch of nails jingles with every step.<br />
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Gizzle Triplets<br />
(Level 3 Human Barbarians, NE)<br />
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Ranging in age between 17 and 21, the Gizzle Triplets have been on their own since for ten years, ever since their parent's farm was raided by orcs while they were odd playing in the woods. Their parents, having just as unpleasant personalities as their offspring, had been feuding with all their neighbors for years. As such, there was no one to stop by and find out about the tragedy until some six years later when the local lord finally got around to seizing the farm for unpaid taxes. Since then, the triplets have wandered, making a living through petty theft, extortion, and blatant robbery.<br />
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Mrs. Tiddler (Commoner NPC, NG)<br />
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A middle-aged gnome, pretty except for the worry creases on her face, is wearing a patched but clean blue dress decorated with images of small white flowers. She owns a small stall in the marketplace where she sells hand-carved wooden animals.<br />
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Jen Jars (Commoner NPC, N)<br />
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A young non-descript male halfling of modest dress. Assistant to Marty Fellman of Marty Fellman's Incredible Rodent Circu<br />
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Rob and Hob Heavyfoot (Level 6 Human Fighter, LN)<br />
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Two rather laid back members of the City Watch. Clad in chainmail, they carry clubs, light steel shields, longswords, and light crossbows.<br />
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LOG:<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "I'll be doing an intro pose. To make it easier for folks to track what I am providing vs the participants, I'll be using poses followed by a colon for environment descriptions, NPC actions."<br />
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"Oh! Why, look at these! You know, I've always had a fondness for purple...it's my color, you know," Abrahil concludes a bit shyly. He stands near one of the vendors, a set of beads held between his hands. Though, if it's held between his hands or across his stomach, it's a little hard to tell as teh latter rests so comfortably in front of him. He wears a set of brightly colored cloth, with a pair of glasses perched upon his nose, and seems quite excited about the beads as he chatters away at the shopkeep.<br />
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Taurex: Its a busy day in the Local Alexandria Market District. While many of the vendors and market stalls are the same, there are a few new people about. Ms. Tingler, a middle-aged gnome, is manning a small staff where she is selling wooden carvings of puppies and kittens to a largely disinterested public. A young halfling, Jen Jars, is posting flyers about an upcoming visit from something called "Marty Fellman's Incredible Rodent Circus", the Gizzle Triplets, three human self-proclaimed barbarians, are hanging about, and Mr. Morigan P. Snide is hawking his infamous 'meat on a stick' from a box around his neck.<br />
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This is the exact sort of thing that gives Vennan his immense disdain for Alexandria's people and customs. One can almost feel the palpable loathing for the culture which the snooty elft exudes as he makes his way through the market, eyeing every vendor with suspicious and distrust. Upon spotting one of the flyers for the 'circus' he is positively aghast. "... This is what suffices for entertainment here, is it?"<br />
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Making her way into the marketplace, Moonshadow casually smiles at children passing by. Stopping at one of the flyers, she stands in front of it quietly and reads it, looking it over. "Hmmm....a circus, huh? I don't think I've ever seen one. Should be an interesting look, to say the least."<br />
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"Why they're--oh! Oh, my. You know, I've never seen a circus before. ...well, except this one time, with mum, you see. She wanted to--" and here he prattles on. He quite forgets the beads, handing them back to the shopkeep before waddling (wandering) over towards the lucht with the flyers. He waddles more than he walks, moving with a sort of walking motion, like a pendulum swinging back and forth, topped with a roundish head. In fact, he nearly bumps into Vennan. Or, well, he DOES. In fact, he sort of bumbles to a halt and completely oblivious to the man's mutterings, beams up at him, "Why, a circus! Isn't that wonderful! Oh, I just know it will be..." Bumblebumblebumble...<br />
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Kilian's long strides carry her easily through the crowds. Her gaze moves about, eyeing various wares, and vendors. She stops occasionally in the shade of the tents errected to house various vendors, getting a good glance at the locals. Her eyes rest upon the barbarians for a moment, her hand moves to the hilt of her sword as if in reassurance that its there. She adjusts her longbow across her back, and a grin crosses her face, not a warm grin mind you.<br />
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Taurex: The Gizzle triplets have begin to drift over to Ms. Tiddler's stall, driving away the few customers that looked interested. Meanwhile, Jars has spotten two potential marks, er, customers looking at the fliers and heads over, rudely chiming in, "Greatest show on earth folks. His amazing enchanted rats are both the performers and the circus animals! Clowns, aerial acrobatics, the whole lot! All for your convinient viewing on a single 30 foot wide table! You've never seen anything like it!"<br />
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"Oh, you don't say! Why, I remember when...oh. /Oh/, I did just tell that story, didn't I? Well! My goodness...so you're in the THEAT--the er, circus, my boy! What drew you to /this/ one?" and Abrahil stops to look at one of the flyers, beaming at it and then the lucht as he does. He's round, though not nearly so tall as Moonshadow or even Kilian. They might trip over him!<br />
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Taurex: Ms. Tiddler is a middle-aged gnome, pretty except for the worry creases on her face, who is wearing a patched but clean blue dress decorated with images of small white flowers. Each of the Gizzle triplets, on the other hand, look like they stepped out of a Connan movie, decked out in store-bought furs and strings of claws and teeth, along with an overabudance of squirrel skulls. Each has an usually large great sword strapped to their back. The kind that are covered with engravings and bits of colored glass but are made from cheap steel that no real warrior would take a second look at.<br />
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Kilian keeps an eye on the three barbarians, always keeping them infront of her as she moves through the crowd. She comes close to the peopel inspecting the flyers and chimes in herself. "Nothing new about rats... only good for eating and target practice.."<br />
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Taurex: Jars frowns as he listens to the stranger rattle on. No, that is NOT how this is supposed to go. He hastily clarifies, "I'm just the owner's assistant, friend. I don't actually perform. No indeed. The stars of this circus are the animals. Well worth the small ticket price, I assure you!" He looks around nervously, "But, I really need to get the rest of these flyers up . . . so I hope you'll excuse me."<br />
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Moonshadow actually places a hand upon Abrahil's shoulder as he prattles on. Chuckling at the round man as he excitedly chatters about the circus, she turns her head to hear Kilian's comment. She then turns to watch the three 'barbarians' walk by, and chuckles lightly. "Interesting for a circus to be coming here, don't you think, Abrahil?"<br />
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"Oh!" Abrahil's brows shoot up, and for a moment the small, round figure looks as though he might cry. He takes a DEEP and BRACING! breath and folds his hands across his not insizable paunch, and clears his throat a bit. "Oh, dear. ...I had so /hoped/!" he says to Moonshadow, and then beams, "Why, yes, it is! And oh my...why look! I don't think I've noticed those, before..." and he reaches up to pat her hand, pat pat, pat pat, and point enthusiastically at the wonderful little animal carvings. "I don't think those would be very edible," he says to Kilian, in a hushed whisper. Look! Secrets!<br />
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Taurex: As Kilian is keeping a close eye on the three barbarians, a loud voice suddenly erupts behind her, "Miss, do you enjoy a nice juicy steak? If so, you may also enjoy my famous cow-on-a-stick. Today's special, two for a single coin! A bargain not to be beat, miss." He opens the lip on the metal box hanging in front of him and a delicious aroma wafts out. The loud voice belongs to a greasy-looking human, average height and weight, with a slight stoop to his shoulders. His clothing appears to have been hand-sewn in the style of a successful merchant, but made of much cheaper cloth and showing signs of obvious patching. A rope is draped around his neck, attached to two sides of a large metal box propped up against his chest. The box has been colorfully painted with appetizing images of various forms of meat impaled on woden skewers. On each side is emblazoned, 'Morigan P. Snide, Purveyer of Fine Meats. On a Stick.' A small, note, with handwriting so tiny as to be barely readable, has been stuck to an out of the way corner of the left side of the box, with the additional wording, No warranty or guranteed, implied or written is made to the actual content of items referred to as 'meat'. Product sold is for decorate purposes only and not intended for actual consumption. Any illness, spontaneous combustion, or loss of teeth resulting from said consumptions is the sole responsibility of the purchaser.'<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Anyone who wishes, can make local knowledge rolls."<br />
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GAME: Abrahil rolls knowledge/local: (11)+16: 27<br />
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Kilian nearly jumps out of her skin as a person addresses her from behind, her hand whipping instantly to her sword. Not some candy decorated sword, one of a professional swordsmen. She holds her hand and gives the man a glare. "I've had my rat for the day, thanks... " her eyes move down at the food, and over the man's person. She glances at the box but doesn't really make any response as to what may be written upon it. She turns her attention to the small Abrahil, "Meat is best done fresh.."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Abrahil: You know the following, Mrs. Tiddler lost her husband in a bar brawl a year ago, when he was knifed in the back. Rumors circulated that one of the Gizzle Triplets was responsible, but it was never proven. Since then, she has struggled to support her three young daughters by selling hand-carved wooden animals in the market. The Gizzle Triplets are known for trying to intimidate small merchants into paying them protection, lurking around their stalls and scaring away business until they get paid off. Snide is known for his set pattern. He'll get out of jail, get a job somewhere for a while, save up his money, then lose everything in some sort of ill-considered business venture. Desperate, he'll resort to fraud and theft to try to keep things going, get arrested again, and spend another stint in jail."<br />
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"Oh, my. I'm afraid I'm not that robust my dear," Abrahil says morosely. He reaches up to tap the side of his lenses and smiles up at her. As he does, the sunlight catches that quite broad bald spot on the top of his head. "Oh, goodness. I'm afraid those figures might be too well done for even me though, you know. ...but she /is/ quite the dear," he adds in lower tones so that Moonshadow and Kilian might overhear. "We really might look at them, you know. And..." he trails off a moment, and then gives Mrs. Tiddler a shy wave before turning back around.<br />
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Moonshadow chuckles. "Come on then. Lets go take a look at those figurines then." She says before lightly tugging Abrahil over towards the booth, smiling to Mrs. Tiddler in a friendly way. Of course, she also teasingly rubs Abrahil's bald spot, as if to make it shine more.<br />
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Taurex: Mrs. Tiddler seems overjoyed that someone was brave enough to visit her stall despite the Gizzles hanging about. While still looking nervous, she happily replies to Abrahil, "All are hand-carved. Very reasonable prices. Just make an offer good sir." She reaches over to pick up wooden kitten in particular and hold it out. "This one was modeled after my dear little Tiffinay. Oh, how my daughters loved to play with her." Then a tear appears in her eye, "But, last week, we found her dead on our stoop. Someone had wrung the poor little thing's neck." At that, one of the triplets guffaws loudly, "Oh yes. Poor little thing. That will teach it to scra. . . ." At that point one of the other Triplets hushes him up. Meanwhile, Snide, not to take 'no' for an answer, pulls a wooden skewer out of the box, on which is impaled unusually thin slices of meat interposes with pieces of potato, and waves it in front of Kilian, "Just smell the deliciousness!"<br />
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Taurex: Snide then helpfully adds, "Made with genuine 100 percent animal! Well, except for the tater . . . Thats more of a plant. Mostly."<br />
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Ack! Abrahil reaches up to pat the poor bits of hair that remain back into place, and straightens his brightly colored, orange-and-pink jacket so it's just so! To the gnomish gentleman: no one is patting his bald spot! Oh, NO! Such a thing must not exist! So, of course, he stammers and prattles on, "Oh, it's--" ack! "--oh dear. They're quite lovely, m'dear. Why..." he blinks a few times and then suddenly makes a grab for his lenses. They seem to have suddenly made a dive for the ground!<br />
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Kilian's gaze follows Abrihil and Moonshadow across to the stall, her eyes narrowing a bit as she watches the three thugs from a distance. She doesn't really hear the conversation about the kitten, because of the meat on a stick guy trying to shove food in her face. Her cold stare settles on the man. "You'll end up in pieces in that box if you shove anything else into my face." Her hand once again wraps around the hilt of her sword. She shifts her weight onto the balls of her feet, as if making ready for whatever the meat man may wish to dish out.<br />
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Moonshadow turns her head as Abrahil 'dives' for his lenses. "How Odd." She says, placing a gaze upon the triplet that uttered those words before he was shushed. "She sounded like a wonderful cat, ma'am." She says turning her head back towards Mrs. Tiddler. "Reasonable prices? Do you make any of foxes, wolves and the like? I know of a few druids that would frequent your stall if they knew of such wonderful craftsmanship."<br />
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<OOC> Abrahil'd like to animate some of the wooden critters, and have them do a little dance. Maybe it'll attract her some visitors? ^^;<br />
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Taurex: Snide takes one long side step away from Killian, then cautiously circles around her before waving the meat-on-a-stick in front of Abrahil and Moonshadow, "How about either of you fine citizens? Care for a delicious hot meal? Nothing is quite like my cow-on-a-stick. Marianated in seven secret herbs and spices!" Meanwhile one of the Gizzle Triplers nods his heads towards Killian and remarks, "I knew she wasn't man enough to eat one of Snide's stomack busters. Takes a real man to keep one of those things down. Remember when I managed to finish three of them last week?" At that, one of the other triplets remarks, "Yeah, and I remember the small house with a window where you spent the night, too!" At that, all three break out in obnoxious guffaws. Meanwhile Mrs. Tiddler looks thoughtful, "Well, I've mostly done cats and dogs, cause that is what I've seen around the city. But, maybe i could find a picture book . . . "<br />
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Taurex: Ronald Belcher, a stout gnome enters the marketplace, his neck craning as he scans the crowds. He is about three feet tall, wearing rough brown home-spun. A well-worn hammer and pair of large vicious looking shears are tucked into his belt, and a large pouch of nails jingles with every step. His face is currently a bright red.<br />
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Moonshadow leans her head back from the slice of meat shoved into her face. She looks over towards Killian and chuckles. "no thank you. I ate before I came here." Her attention is back upon MRs Tiddler though. "What about if you saw those particular animals?"<br />
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"Oh, my. They /do/ look wonderful..." Abrahil enthuses as he fumbles his lenses back into place. Gold-gilted things with rose-tinted lenses, they look as though they'd be more at home on a grandmother than an...well. An elderly gnome. He beams though, once they're in place, and...leans over to whisper to Moonshadow quite firmly, "Those young boys still have a bit of snot up their nose," he says darkly. Get off my lawn! Then he looks up to Mrs. Tiddler and, "Oh dear. ...do you mind if we have a look? And oh, my. A fox would be lovely, wouldn't it?" He picks up one of the small dogs to look at it.<br />
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Taurex: Mrs. Tiddler looks surprised, "You mean in person? Why, it should be easy enough in that case! Do you think that is possible?" she carefully sets her prize carving back down, only to have one of the Gizzle triplets immediately snatch it back up and hold it up as if he was actually considering purchasing it. Mrs Tiddler brings her hand to her mouth, as if she was about to say something but thought better of it. Snide, finally realizing a sale is not in the offing, backs away and moves further down the row of stalls to purvey his goods elsewhere.<br />
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Kilian's stance relaxes a bit as the meat man moves off, and over to Abrahil and Moonshadow. Her hand now meerly rests on the sword hilt, a relaxed yet alert figure. Her gaze rests on the three thugs, her face impassive. She moves off a distance, but not too far from the three thugs and the vendor stall. She glances over goods from another stall, then glances back to the three. Finally she gives a shrug, and a light shake of her head. "Not worth it.. " she mutters.<br />
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Taurex: Snide has only moved about thirty feet away from Mrs. Tiddler's stall when he suddenly finds his passage blocked by an angry gnome, Mr. Belcher. Mr. Belcher points a finger in Snide's face and angrily shouts, "You bastard! You stole an entire crate of double-thick soles from the back of my shop!" Snide hastily replies, "Soles? Do I look like a cobbler or a priest? What would I need with soles?"<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Round 1. We are not in combat, rounds are merely being used to track the passage of time for future events. Continue to pose freely."<br />
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Moonshadow takes a deep breath when the triplet picks up the cat figurine. "Excuse me." She says softly directly to the triplet.....and holding out her hand. "I will be purchasing that figurine, if you don't mind......" She didn't even seem the least bit scared of them.<br />
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Abrahil pushes his lenses up his nose a bit, and puts the small dog back in with the others. And well, that's when it starts to wag its tail and walk about! It doesn't move very far...but it begins to wriggle and wobble, all the things that dogs do, with its tail flopping here and there. "Oh, bless me. I do think we've got quite the show here!" he says and raises his voice at the last, as though making an announcement. And in a way, he is. Not just the dog, but a few of the cats begin to move--chasing yarn, pouncing one another... He glances over at the quarreling pair and then back again. When Moonshadow speaks up to demand the figure back, he practically beams. "Such courage, my dear!" he whispers!<br />
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<OOC> Abrahil ack's. I thought he'd had silent image prepp'd. But guess not. In that, spontaneous-cast major image! XD<br />
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Taurex: The triplet begins to gently toss the cat figurine from hand to hand, before replying to Moonshadow, "You mean this one here? You sure you want to do that, what with it being broken and all . . ." At the moment, the figurine looks completely intact. Mrs. Tingler stares down at her suddenly moving carvings, her jaw dropping open. she stutters, "But . . but whats . . . " Then she glances up at the juggled figurine as if she is now completely loss about what is going on or what to do. She gently bites her lower lip in frustration.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Round 2"<br />
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Moonshadow blinks down at the triplet tosing the figurine between his hands. "Do you truly wish to act like a child, or is that the only thing you're good at? I'm giving you one more chance. Give me the figurine." She continues to hold out her hand. By now, however, she's no longer smiling.....<br />
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The juggling of the figurine catches her attention. Kilian turns and leans her hip up against a table, watching from a short distance. She looks over Moonshadow, then back to the three thugs. Once again she shakes her head, "Stupid as well as beligerant... who would have guessed." She turns her attention towards the road, looking for something, only the furrowed brows would give indication she isn't seeing it.<br />
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Taurex: Belcher grows even redder in the face as he shouts at Snide, "What do you do with them? What do you do with them? Everyone knows what you do with them. You paint on grill marks and sell them out of that accursed box of yours! Give me back my property now! I need those to fulfill a big order and can't afford to buy replacements. If I don't get those back I'm going to lose everything!" At this news, Snide suddenly looks guilty for just a moment before his poker face returned. He haughtedly replies, "Thats your problem. I didn't take your soles and you have no evidence I did."<br />
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Taurex; The triplet tosses the figure up into the air in a high arc, only in the general direction of Moonshadow.<br />
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The figurine in the thug's hand begins to wriggle, too. Abrahil glances over, and then hurries over to Mrs. Tiggler. Though, it must be said he bobs more than he walks, bobbles more than runs. It's sort of like being approached by a bit of jell-o. When he gets there, he looks earnestly up at her, "Oh, don't worry, m'dear. It's just a bit of Coyote's mischief. ...I'm from the Academy, you know," he adds underneath his breath, and then wriggles his fingers in a conspiratorial way that has bits of glitter and color popping out of them. ...and then. Well, then...Snide speaks up and the little wizard's face goes ashen. Just /ashen/.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Moonshadow, make a dex roll to catch it before it falls."<br />
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<OOC> Abrahil says, "Ignore the part about the wiggling figurine. I tossed in late. :3"<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow rolls dexterity: (15)+3: 18<br />
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You whisper "You successfully caught it. Feel free to pose a daring catch." to Moonshadow.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Round 3"<br />
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Taurex: Belcher snears, "Proof? Proof? I'll show you proof!" WIth that, Belcher suddenly grabs hold of Snide's metal box. Belcher and Snide begin struggling over possession of the box of meat-on-a-stick.<br />
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Kilian's attention was upon the figurine when it went up, but it moves to the meat man and his adversary, and their fight over the box. She gives the fruit merchant a copper, and begins to munch lazily on the fruit watching the fight. She doesn't seem at all interested in interfering with the fight that is going on.<br />
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As the inept 'juggler' mishandles the figurine, Moonshadow quickly plucks it out of reach of the triplet. "Funny. even without the figurine, you seem little bigger than a child." She says before walking her way over to Mrs. Tiddler. "Hang onto this, ma'am. I'll be back for it. If you must keep it in a safe place." She says before turning her attention back to the triplet. "Only a small mind bullies others. An idiot tries to bully everyone." She then perks an ear at the escalating argument, staying near Mrs. Tiddler until the triplet vacates......<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Give me an intimidation roll, Moonshadow."<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow rolls intimidate: (4)+6: 10<br />
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Taurex: The triplet just smirks at Moonshadow, then shrugs and gestures towards his two brothers, "Come on fellows, lets do like the pretty little lady asks." Then he gives a hard glare at Mrs. Tiddler, "But we will be back. You can count on it. And, I won't be in such a pleasant mood when I return either. Think on that, little gnome."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Round 4"<br />
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Taurex : As the rope holding Snide's box in place snaps, his box tilts and meat-on-a-stick pour out onto the street. Snide angrily slaps Belcher across the face. In response, Belcher quick-draws his leather-cutting shears from his belt and in one easy smooth motion plunges them deep into Snide's chest. Belcher stands there for a moment as Snide collapses onto the ground, his hands feebly clutching at the shears now protruding from his chest.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Anyone wishing to intervene in Snide's stabbing, go ahead and do a +init. If you just plan to observe, its not necessary."<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow rolls initiative: Roll: 11 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 14<br />
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Abrahil clasps his hands together across his great-sized paunch. It's a little wider than he is tall, perhaps, and it wobbles with each of his words! Dramatically! "Dear boys, I--" and then. Then. The stabbing of the young man quite takes the wind out of him. "I...oh my..." he says, voice choked. He reaches down to pat Mrs. Tiddler's hand, though it's uncertain whose comfort it's for. It's probably just a reflex.<br />
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GAME: You roll initiative for Belcher: Roll: 20 + Bonus: 7 = Total: 27<br />
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GAME: You roll initiative for Snide: Roll: 12 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 15<br />
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Taurex: Belcher suddenly realizes what he has done and takes off running at his full gnomish speed. Since he's a gnome, his base speed is only 20, so its not particularly fast, of course. He leaves his shears in Snide.<br />
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"I'll keep that in mind....and I look forward to your next visit." Moonshadow says before she sees Belcher stab Snide. At once, she runs after Belcher and she will catch him quite quickly whether she runs or not.<br />
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Kilian's brows come up as the meat man ends up on a pair of shears.<br />
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Taurex: Snide, gasping on the ground, pulls a dagger out of his shirt sleeve and hurls it at the fleeing Belcher.<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow says, "My normal speed is 40."<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls d20+3: (13)+d20+3: 16<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d4+2: (3)+2: 5<br />
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Kilian's brows come up as the meat man ends up on a pair of shears. She hesitates for a moment, once again looking about and not seeing what she's looking for. She glances back and takes another bite of her fruit, continuing to simply observe.<br />
Taurex: The dagger sinks into Belcher's shoulder as he flees, but the gnome barely seems to notice the injury in his flight.<br />
Kilian adds in an undertone.. "Interesting.. no guards.."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Moonshadow, you can easily catch up to the gnome, since you move twice as fast."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Your init, Moonshadow. Are you attempting a grapple maneuver?"<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow isn't very good at grappling, but, why not.<br />
GAME: Moonshadow rolls weapon1: (5)+7: 12<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Belcher left his shears in Snide and hasn't drawn his hammer from his belt, so he wouldn't get an attack of opportunity on you."<br />
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Taurex: Belcher easily steps aside as Moonshadow tries to get hold of him. He warns her, "Back off, lady. I don't got no beef with you, but I'm not going to go away for dealing with the likes of that scum!" With that, he pulls a hammer from his belt and continues . . . slowly . . . moving away.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Now he'd get an attack of opportunity, unless you have improved grapple."<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow doesn't.....but I'm not going to grapple him again.<br />
Taurex: Snide's eyes go wide as grease from the tipped over box of meat-on-a-stick threatens to splash on his injury. He attempts to crawl away, but only gets a few feet before falling unconscious in a steadily expanding pool of blood.<br />
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Abrahil looks from one to the other and then just sort of wrings his hands. "Oh dear," he says, and "Oh dear..." And, to no one in particular, "...would anyone like a pot of tea?"<br />
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Kilian drops her fruit onto the ground and moves forward to inspect the meat man on the ground. She looks to be sure she knows if the three are near before she kneels to inspect the meat man to see if his wounds are fatal. "I'm no healer... " she glances around for some child to send to get a cleric. "Someone... go get a healer.." She glances down at the man. "Looks like you pushed one to many times.."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "If you have the heal skill, make a roll, Kilian."<br />
"I think I shall make some tea..." Abrahil says a bit weakly. He glances around, and by now the dogs and kittens have stopped dancing. He's too distracted, and stands there wringing his hands for a time. "A bit of tea...oh. Oh /dear/. Guards, GUARDS!!"<br />
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GAME: Kilian rolls heal: (12)+0: 12<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Based on that roll, Killian (you need a 15 for successful first aid), you think the thing to do, is just yank out those shears as quick as you can, then stuff whatever is handy into the hole let behind to plug it up."<br />
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Taurex: Mrs Tiddler has turned pale at this point, and is just muttering "Oh dear. Oh Dear." over and over again.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "What are you doing Moonshadow?"<br />
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<OOC> Kilian says, "Actually, Kilian is more likely to check his pockets for money than pull shears out. ;)"<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow says, "I'm going to toss a tanglefoot bag at him."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Go ahead and pose rifling though his pockets. It will be noted with the log submission for when treasure is awarded."<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow says, "now to figure out how it works."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Its a ranged touch attack."<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow rolls 1d20+6: (18)+6: 24<br />
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GAME: Taurex rolls 1d20+4: (2)+4: 6<br />
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GAME: Moonshadow used a Tanglefoot Bag.<br />
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You whisper "you hit and he failed his reflex roll. Go ahead and pose him being successfully glued to the floor." to Moonshadow.<br />
<OOC> Taurex says, "Kilian, if you are rifling through his pockets, give me a stealth roll if you are trying to hide what you are doing from the people around you."<br />
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Making a bit of a face, Moonshadow tugs a old dusty bag from her belt. "Going to jail is better than having to die over killing someone like him." She then tosses the bag at his feet, where the bag poofs and grabs his feet with quick setting vine that are tough to get out of......as the gnome has figured out. "As You've just figured out, I'd rather you stuck around."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Or Sleight of hand"<br />
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Kilian looks at the shirt of the man, about ready to tear it into strips to make a bandage of sorts, but looks at him with the shears in his chest. "Tough wound.. I don't think you're going to make it." she does pat him down.. you know, in case he has a spare bandage, in case he were to get stabbed for stealing.<br />
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GAME: Kilian rolls stealth: (5)+2: 7<br />
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Taurex: A pair of human city watchmen, Rob and Hob Heavyfoot, finally coming strolling into the marketplace. Hob spots the bleeding Snide and the pair head leisurely over in that direction. Hob calls over to Kilian, "Whats all this about then?"<br />
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Kilian glances up casually looking at the pair. "Wonder when you fellas were going to stroll by. Been waiting for you, during the whole fight." She nods in the direct of Moonshadow and the fleeing gnome, newly caught by a tanglefoot bag. "Best ask the man accusing this one of stealing from him.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Abr, give me another knowledge local roll."<br />
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GAME: Abrahil rolls knowledge/local: (13)+16: 29<br />
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You whisper "You recognized Belcher as a local cobbler named Ronald Belcher, quite skilled. You know both where his shoe shop and his home is located. You also know he has a wife and three children and up to now has been an upstanding member of the community." to Abrahil.<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Moonshadow, Belcher is currently unable to move, but will no doubt eventually break free. Are you going to stand there and shout for the watch, walk quietly away and hope for the best, try to knock him unconcious with ranged attacks (he appears to have no ranged weapon), cast a spell on him, etc."<br />
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<OOC> Taurex says, "Try to convince him to surrender himself, etc."<br />
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"Oh dear..." Abrahil's come back with tea, now. He'd found it...somewhere. A pair of cups from one of the stalls, possibly. He trundles back into the area and settles one of the cups down in front of the widow. And looks for a seat, himself. "There...oh dear. This will help the nerves, m'dear. ...I'm just delighted the guards finally got here."<br />
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<OOC> Moonshadow is going to stand there until the watch comes by or he breaks free. I have no ranged attacks, so it's a moot point, but if he breaks free, Moonshadow's honor says his life becomes forfeit.<br />
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Taurex: Mrs. Tiddler gratefully accepts the tea and takes a sip, finally remarking, "Such a shame when a gnome goes bad. Not that that Mr. Snide didn't deserve it. Some folks shouldn't be allowed on the street, if you ask me."<br />
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"Oh he's quite terrible, you know. ...oh, dear. You know, you hear all sorts of things..." Abrahil agrees. He turns his tea around nervously in his hands, and gives a little wave to someone he thinks he recognizes on the street.<br />
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Taurex: Rob bends over to look at the shears sticking out of Snide. He reaches down and yanks them out of Snide for a closer look, ignoring Snide's anguished yowl, before remarking, "Why, I do believe these are, whatchamacall them, a workman's tool. Maybe we're looking at the work of some angry craftsman, here, Hob." Hob nods slowly, before replying, "Could be, Could be. Think it has anything to do with that gnome younder with the hammer in hand?" Rob thinks for a moment, then turns to Kilian, "So . . . the gnome with the hammer accused this man," he gives Snide a little kick to illustrate to whom he was referring, "of stealing from him, then, these shears mysterious appeared in his belly? Quite a mystery. Quite a mystery, we have here. Perhaps you'd better bring that gnome over here for questioning, Hob." Hob nods again at that, "Right you are, my brother," and strolls over to where Belcher is still struggling with the goo on his feet.<br />
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Abrahil shudders at the goings-on, though the shudder makes him jiggle, a bit. He puts his tea down on the ground next to him and clasps his hands tightly. "Oh, such a tragedy. ...you know, it's almost as sad as when we lost Mr. Barker that one time..." He clasps his hands a bit more tightly.<br />
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Taurex: Hob gives Belcher a right smart whack to the back of the head with his club, and Belcher slumps to the ground. Hob gives the gnome a yank until he becomes unstuck, then casually tucks him under one arm as he heads back over to Rob and Snide. Mrs Tiddler, meanwhile, politely inquires, "Mr. Barker? Whatever happened to him?"<br />
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Kilian stands up and kicks the box that the meat man was carrying. "Supposedly, he stole some soles.. cooked them up or some such.." she looks down as the man is still alive, and gives a shrug. She glances towards the tall Moonshadow and gives her a nod, and looks to the small Abrahil and Mrs. Tiddler. She stared at the small gnome woman for a moment. "When you least expect help, it will be there." She gives another nod and moves off through the crowd.<br />
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Taurex: Rob nudged one of the 'meat-on-a-stick's lying on the ground before replying to Kilian, "Wouldn't be surprised. That Snide would try anything to make a buck." Rob's brow then quirks as he spots the unconscious gnome, "I thought we were going to ask him some questions?" Hob shrugs, "We will. We will. More likely to answer if we stick him in a cell for a few days first.<br />
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Moonshadow stands quietly from her crouch when Belcher is rendered unconscious. She walks around the goo on the ground and she shrugs. No point in wasting words now. But she does go back to Mrs Tiddler's stall with Abrahil. "That's a good question." She then looks over towards the two watchmen. "Are you going to call a cleric for Snide? Either to heal him or to give him to the Vardamites? That way he can, at least, rest well."<br />
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"Oh, goodness. Well, he was quite the fellow e was, Mr. Barker. ...but after he'd had that pot of tea he never was just the same. ...of course...he was stepping out of the carriage as he was drinking it. ...and some say it was a bit 'unusually strong' if you take my meaning...so he quite forgot to notice the carriage was taking off again." Abrahil wrings his hands a bit, and then looks a little more curiously at the pair that'd fought. "...have those barbarians been giving you trouble, m'dear?" he asks, and then hands a teacup up to Moonshadow. "Oh! /There/ you are! I'm so glad you're unhurt!"<br />
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Taurex Rob looks down at Snide, then up at Moonshadow, "Well, I suppose if you insist we can take him back to the Watchhouse. Got a volunteer cleric hanging about at a moment that could probably patch him up." With that, he reaches down and throws the bleeding man over his shoulder, "Seems a bit of a waste. Snide's going to end up bleeding out one of these days anyways." He surveys the crowd, then says in a loud authoritative voice, "I expect everyone who witnesses this stabbing to stop by the Watchhouse and make a formal statement, understand?" With that, the pair of watchman head off once more.<br />
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Moonshadow smiles to the guards. "Of course." She then looks to Abrahil and takes a sip of tea. "I'm not hurt, I don't think he had enough skill to hit me. I was more worried about him getting hurt." She then looks to Mrs Tiddler. "I do believe I said I would be buying that cat figurine?"<br />
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Abrahil brightens at that, after glance at the place where the man had fallen. He clears his throat a few times, and, "Oh, yes! And I'd wanted to look at the dogs..." he sort of tumbles, flobbles off his seat.<br />
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|Aug 7, 2012<br />
|[[The Overturned Cart]]<br />
| [[Kalkorth]], [[Constantin]], [[Donk]], [[Emir]], [[Trank]], [[Svarshan]], [[Myrana]], [[Eira]]<br />
|-<br />
|Aug 8, 2012<br />
|[[Felicia's Very Sandy Birthday Party]]<br />
|[[Emir]], [[Svarshan]], [[Mikilos]], [[Katja]], [[Sandy]]<br />
|-<br />
|Aug ?, 2012<br />
|[[Fox Ears for Azog]]<br />
|[[Azog]], [[Abrahil]], [[Myrana]], [[Kalkorth]], [[Conrad]], [[Garrin]]<br />
|-<br />
|Aug 9, 2012<br />
|[[Raising Halani]]<br />
|[[Halani]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Craft]], [[Jinks]]<br />
|-<br />
|Aug 22, 2012<br />
|[[Wanted Posters]]<br />
|[[Abrahil]], [[Sandy]], [[Myrana]]<br />
|-<br />
|Aug 14, 2012<br />
|[[Sildanyari do Not Birth Gnomes]]<br />
|[[Jibbom]], [[Rotgut]], [[Faun]], [[Boshter]], [[Cesran]], [[Ormarr]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|August 23, 2012<br />
|[[A Tea Cart]]<br />
|[[Svarshan]], [[Jibbom]], [[Azog]], [[Sandy]], [[Mikilos]], [[Lumina]], [[Moonshadow]]<br />
|-<br />
|August 25, 2012<br />
|[[Moonwatching]]<br />
|[[Kama'o]], [[Mikilos]], [[Colrick]], [[Locien]], [[Usha]], [[Constantin]]<br />
|-<br />
|August 31, 2012<br />
|[[Prancing Poncy Swiftclaws]]<br />
|[[Jibbom]], [[Sandy]], [[Lumina]], [[Svarshan]], [[Locien]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 1, 2012<br />
|[[Dastardly Dealings]]<br />
|[[Jibbom]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 3, 2012<br />
|[[PRP: Catacombs Kidnapping]]<br />
|[[Sonja]], [[Grunak]], [[Colrick]], [[Seadhna]], [[Jibbom]], [[Kathryn]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 4, 2012<br />
|[[Social: BAD DOG!]]<br />
|[[Kama'o]], [[Moonshadow]], [[Nadara]], [[Lumina]], [[Ashlynn]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 5, 2012<br />
|[[PRP: The Laughing Anna]]<br />
|[[Moonshadow]], [[Munch]], [[Seadhna]], [[Zarr]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 6, 2012<br />
|[[The Best Medicine]]<br />
|[[Jibbom]], [[Lumina]], [[Savannah]], [[Boshter]], [[Zalara]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 8, 2012<br />
|[[Social: Hangover]]<br />
|[[Kama'o]], [[Teppus]], [[Chloe]], [[Lumina]], [[Donk]]<br />
|-<br />
|Sept 13, 2012<br />
|[[Muse of Doom]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Azog]], [[Jessa]], [[Zalara]], [[Quint]], [[Svarshan]], [[Chloe]]<br />
|-<br />
|Sept 14, 2012<br />
|[[Career Day]]<br />
|[[Ormarr|Wonderpony]], [[Jessa]], [[Mikilos]], [[Angrid]], [[Zalara]], [[Constantin]]<br />
|-<br />
|Sept 15, 2012<br />
|[[PrP: Sanctuary Cleansing]]<br />
|[[Jessa]], [[Melbert]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 15, 2012<br />
|[[Not Yet a Knight]]<br />
|[[Kerbasy]], [[Jareth]], [[Azog]], [[Cesran]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 15, 2012<br />
|[[Double Rainbow Man (Again)]]<br />
|[[Svarshan]], [[Agril]], [[Jessa]], [[Constantin]], [[Selia]], [[Younger]]<br />
|-<br />
|Sept 16, 2012<br />
|[[Coyote Meets Phoenix]]<br />
|[[Jibbom]], [[Jessa]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 17, 2012<br />
|[[Younger's Busted Leg]]<br />
|[[Abrahil]], [[Younger]], [[Jessa]], [[Munch]], [[Chloe]], [[Lumina]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 18, 2012<br />
|[[Thrax]]<br />
|[[Savannah]], [[Jibbom]], [[Cesran]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|Sept 25, 2012<br />
|[[Hip-pest Reaction]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Zalara]], [[Jessa]], [[Moonshadow]], [[Ellerela]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 13, 2012<br />
|[[Shamblers in the Woods]]<br />
|[[Svarshan]], [[Leisel]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 15, 2012<br />
|[[Clara the Lance]]<br />
|[[Cinnamon]], [[Kerbasy]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 16, 2012<br />
|[[Sandy is a Dandy]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Jinks]], [[Constantin]], [[Arissa]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 17, 2012<br />
|[[Tent Fires]]<br />
|[[Myrana]], [[Svarshan]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 17, 2012<br />
|[[The Statues]]<br />
|[[Eleia]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Boshter]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 19, 2012<br />
|[[Challenge Beyond Our Means]]<br />
|[[Albain]], [[Craft]], [[Svarshan]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 22, 2012<br />
|[[Punchy Friends]]<br />
|[[Aenyn]], [[Gragnar]], [[Liessa]], [[Sandy]], [[Svarshan]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 23, 2012<br />
|[[Alleyway]]<br />
|[[Donk]], [[Faun]], [[Quint]], [[Selia]], [[Whendi]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 26, 2012<br />
|[[Kittens Jessa Kittens|Kittens, Jessa, Kittens!]]<br />
|[[Quint]], [[Jessa]], [[Sandy]], [[Svarshan]], [[Cesran]], <br />
|-<br />
|October 27, 2012<br />
|[[There Can be Only One Pretty Pretty Princess|There Can be Only One (Pretty Pretty Princess)]]<br />
| [[Azog]], [[Cinnamon]], [[Sandy]], [[Constantin]], [[Svarshan]]<br />
|-<br />
|Unknown<br />
|[[Giant Pink Hips]]<br />
|[[Gragnar]], [[Jessa]], [[Svarshan]], [[Sandy]], [[Jibbom]], [[Emir]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 11, 2012<br />
|[[Coming to Alexandria]]<br />
|[[Fiona]], [[Cesran]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 11, 2012<br />
|[[Young impressionable Youth]]<br />
|[[Younger]], [[Fiona]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 13, 2012<br />
|[[Till Death Do us Part]]<br />
|[[Mel]], [[Ashlynn]], [[Zalara]], [[Eliathitae]], [[Fiona]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 14, 2012<br />
|[[Goblintown]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Jareth]], [[Younger]], [[Fiona]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 16, 2012<br />
|[[A Land Down Under]]<br />
|[[Hilal]], [[Gavisa]],[[Mel]], [[Vennan]],[[ Angrid]], [[Zalara]],[[ Fiona]],[[ Jessa]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 17, 2012<br />
|[[Once Upon a Jail Cell]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Myrana]], [[Svarshan]], [[Fiona]], [[Eliathitae]], [[Selia]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 18, 2012<br />
|[[Bar Talk]]<br />
|[[Angrid]], [[Azog]], [[Kaedin]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|Novenber 19,2012<br />
|[[Of Honor and Laughter]]<br />
|[[Kaedin]], [[Azog]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 19, 2012<br />
|[[The Beginning of an Odd Partnership]]<br />
|[[Kaedin]], [[Maxine]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 28, 2012<br />
|[[Thoughts on Jobs and Life]]<br />
|[[Hilal]], [[Oates]], [[Halani]], [[Quint]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 27, 2012<br />
|[[Sandy Gets Hitched]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Saevrinimata]], [[Mikilos]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Arngrid]], [[Constantin]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 29, 2012<br />
|[[A Type of Armor]]<br />
|[[Kerbasy]], [[Aenyn]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 30,2012<br />
|[[Goblin Caravan]]<br />
|[[Craft]], [[Mikilos]], [[Oates]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 4, 2012<br />
|[[Late Night at Wayfarer's Inn]]<br />
|[[Maendir]], [[Zalara]], [[Oates]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 5, 2012<br />
|[[Jinks Pearly Temple|Jinks' Pearly Temple]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Oates]], [[Abrahil]], [[Jinks]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 5, 2012<br />
|[[Beyond the Pearly Temple]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Oates]], [[Jinks]], [[Svarshan]], [[Myrana]], [[Maendir]], [[Constantin]], [[Quint]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 10, 2012<br />
|[[Rocks, Poop, Hips, and Stew!!]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Oates]], [[Fiona]], [[Svarshan]], [[Liessa]], [[Azog]], [[Achala]], [[Leisel]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 11 2012<br />
|[[Mercantile Obligation (Porocora DM)]]<br />
|[[Katja]], [[Ashlynn]], [[Albain]], [[Fiona]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 20,2012<br />
|[[Grin Apolypse]]<br />
|[[Cesran]], [[Gwendolyn]], [[Kuumvu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Remethaer]], [[Sandy]], [[Sonja]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 21, 2012<br />
|[[Bar Chatter]]<br />
|[[Gwendolyn]], [[Sandy]], [[Selia]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 23, 2012<br />
|[[Poor Holiday Tidings]]<br />
|[[Emir]], [[Zalara]], [[Donk]], [[Remethaer]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 30, 2012<br />
|[[Art of Slice, the]]<br />
|[[Chloe]], [[Gwendolyn]], [[Liessa]], [[Munch]], [[Remethaer]], [[Vennan]]<br />
|-<br />
|??<br />
|[[PRP: Clearing Jeribald's Mine]]<br />
|??<br />
|-<br />
|December 31, 2012<br />
|[[Adventurers Guild Bringing in the New Year|Adventurer's Guild: Bringing in the New Year]]<br />
|[[Karelin]], [[Azog]], [[Svarshan]], [[Tavissha]], [[Mikilos]], [[Sonja]], [[Oates]], [[Cesran]], [[Myrana]], [[Wilma]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 4, 2013<br />
|[[Arvek in Pink]]<br />
|[[Myrana]], [[Svarshan]], [[Boshter]], [[Jessa]], [[Roka]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 5,2013<br />
|[[Ribbeting Times at the Hope]]<br />
|[[Tavissha]], [[Abrahil]], [[Zalara]], [[Lash]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 7, 2013<br />
|[[Hanging of the Butcher]]<br />
|Lots<br />
|-<br />
|January 9, 2013<br />
|[[Jink's Kids]]<br />
|[[Jinks]], [[Agril]], [[Svarshan]], [[Jessa]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 10, 2013<br />
|[[Cue Yakety Sax]]<br />
|[[Emir]], [[Sandy]], [[Donk]], [[Abrahil]], [[Myrana]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 11, 2013<br />
|[[In the Market]]<br />
|[[Craft]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 11, 2013<br />
|[[What's Down There?]]<br />
|[[Brolin]], [[Lash]], [[Nadara]], [[Raja]], [[Zarr]], [[Zalara]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 12, 2013<br />
|[[Wolf-wrestling]]<br />
|[[Donk]], [[Kuumvu]], [[Tavissha]], [[Thyrson]], [[Jareth]], [[Garrin]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 13, 2013<br />
|[[At the Ox]]<br />
|[[Azog]], [[Lash]], [[Sandy]], [[Mikilos]], [[Faraday]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 13, 2013<br />
|[[On the Roadway]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Selia]], [[Roka]], [[Arafel]], [[Elycia]],<br />
|-<br />
|January 19, 2013<br />
|[[Nipples and rainbows]]<br />
|[[Roka]], [[Karelin]], [[Rotgut]], [[Munch]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 20, 2013<br />
|[[Mirrors]]<br />
|[[Selia]], [[Oates]], [[Zalara]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 21, 2013<br />
|[[The Lost]]<br />
|[[Gragnar]], [[Elycia]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 23, 2013<br />
|[[Of Guns, Maintenance, and Weather]]<br />
|[[Craft]], [[Rementhaer]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 26, 2013<br />
|[[Desolate Dig]]<br />
|[[Oates]], [[Remethaer]], [[Lash]], [[Arafel]], [[Cinnamon]], [[Mel]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 27, 2013<br />
|[[Along the Road]]<br />
|[[Ormarr]], [[Cesran]], [[Lash]], [[Vidarr]], [[Donk]], [[Elycia]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 27, 2013<br />
|[[PrP: Trouble Brewing]]<br />
|[[Arafel]], [[Oates]], [[Rotgut]], [[Tavissha]], [[Brolin]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 28, 2013<br />
|[[Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Deliciousness]]<br />
|[[Donk]], [[Jibbom]], [[Cesran]], [[Elysia]], [[Lash]], [[some chubby, old orc]]<br />
|-<br />
|February 02, 2013<br />
|[[Lost And Found]]<br />
|[[Sharna]], [[Azog]], [[Aenyn]]<br />
|-<br />
|February 09, 2013<br />
|[[PrP: Up in Smoke]]<br />
|[[Sharna]], [[Jinks]], [[Sonja]], [[Aenyn]], [[Jessa]]<br />
|-<br />
|February 10, 2013<br />
|[[PrP: 3:10 to Selentia]]<br />
|[[Birgit]], [[Chloe]], [[Elessa]], [[Remethaer]]<br />
|-<br />
|February 15, 2013<br />
|[[PrP: Pie and Orc]]<br />
|[[Mako]], [[Remethaer]], [[Aviere]]<br />
|-<br />
|-<br />
|February 19, 2013<br />
|[[PrP: Meat on Stick Part 1]]<br />
|[[Taurex]], [[Moonshadow]], [[Abrahil]], [[Kilian]]<br />
|-<br />
|-}<br />
<br />
[[Category:Logs]]</div>Taurexhttp://www.tenebraemush.net/index.php?title=Recent_Logs&diff=9264Recent Logs2013-02-20T04:34:41Z<p>Taurex: </p>
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<div>[[Category:Logs]]<br />
Roleplay is central to Tenebrae, and consists of a mix of scenes, grid, and PrPs. Here you may read some of the logs our players have posted, or wanted to share. This page may also be used to post logs for PrPs, to share an item for staff review, or to tell players about a great scene. Remember too, if you're RPing in a public area, a log may end up on this site. Most recent logs are at the '''bottom.'''<br />
<br />
==How to Post a Log==<br />
{{TableMain}}<br />
{{T01}}<br />
| colspan="2" | Log Help<br />
{{T02}}<br />
|I Need Help With...<br />
|Look Here<br />
|-<br />
|Posting a log<br />
|[[How to Post a Log]]<br />
|-<br />
|Wiki formatting<br />
|'''[[How to Format a Log Quickly|How to Automagically Clean a Log]]''', [[Help:Editing#Formatting|Wiki Help]]<br />
|-<br />
|Finding a PrP template<br />
|[[PrP Template]]<br />
|-<br />
|Finding what goes in a PrP log<br />
|[[Player_Run_Plots#Sending_in_a_Finished_PrP|Submitting PrPs]] <br />
|-<br />
|Finding logs from the old website<br />
|[http://emblemofea.pbworks.com/w/page/12036798/Game-Logs The Old Site] <br />
|}<br />
<br />
==Our Logs==<br />
{{TableMain}}<br />
{{T02}}<br />
|Date<br />
|Log<br />
|People<br />
|-<br />
|<br />
|[[A Duel!]]<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|<br />
|[[How to Smite with a Poo Cart]]<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|<br />
|[[Crusaders, Start Your Engines!]]<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|<br />
|[[Adamantine Tinkering]]<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|<br />
|[[Storytime in the Dragon's Den]]<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|<br />
|[[Adamantine Hunt]]<br />
|<br />
|-<br />
|Aug 6 2012<br />
|[[PRP: Unbearable]]<br />
|[[Constantin]], [[Nadara]], [[Leisel]], [[Quint]], [[Dante]], [[Jibbom]]<br />
|-<br />
|Aug 7 2012<br />
|[[A Formal Complaint]]<br />
|[[Donk]], [[Dante]]<br />
|-<br />
|Aug 7, 2012<br />
|[[The Overturned Cart]]<br />
| [[Kalkorth]], [[Constantin]], [[Donk]], [[Emir]], [[Trank]], [[Svarshan]], [[Myrana]], [[Eira]]<br />
|-<br />
|Aug 8, 2012<br />
|[[Felicia's Very Sandy Birthday Party]]<br />
|[[Emir]], [[Svarshan]], [[Mikilos]], [[Katja]], [[Sandy]]<br />
|-<br />
|Aug ?, 2012<br />
|[[Fox Ears for Azog]]<br />
|[[Azog]], [[Abrahil]], [[Myrana]], [[Kalkorth]], [[Conrad]], [[Garrin]]<br />
|-<br />
|Aug 9, 2012<br />
|[[Raising Halani]]<br />
|[[Halani]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Craft]], [[Jinks]]<br />
|-<br />
|Aug 22, 2012<br />
|[[Wanted Posters]]<br />
|[[Abrahil]], [[Sandy]], [[Myrana]]<br />
|-<br />
|Aug 14, 2012<br />
|[[Sildanyari do Not Birth Gnomes]]<br />
|[[Jibbom]], [[Rotgut]], [[Faun]], [[Boshter]], [[Cesran]], [[Ormarr]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|August 23, 2012<br />
|[[A Tea Cart]]<br />
|[[Svarshan]], [[Jibbom]], [[Azog]], [[Sandy]], [[Mikilos]], [[Lumina]], [[Moonshadow]]<br />
|-<br />
|August 25, 2012<br />
|[[Moonwatching]]<br />
|[[Kama'o]], [[Mikilos]], [[Colrick]], [[Locien]], [[Usha]], [[Constantin]]<br />
|-<br />
|August 31, 2012<br />
|[[Prancing Poncy Swiftclaws]]<br />
|[[Jibbom]], [[Sandy]], [[Lumina]], [[Svarshan]], [[Locien]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 1, 2012<br />
|[[Dastardly Dealings]]<br />
|[[Jibbom]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 3, 2012<br />
|[[PRP: Catacombs Kidnapping]]<br />
|[[Sonja]], [[Grunak]], [[Colrick]], [[Seadhna]], [[Jibbom]], [[Kathryn]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 4, 2012<br />
|[[Social: BAD DOG!]]<br />
|[[Kama'o]], [[Moonshadow]], [[Nadara]], [[Lumina]], [[Ashlynn]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 5, 2012<br />
|[[PRP: The Laughing Anna]]<br />
|[[Moonshadow]], [[Munch]], [[Seadhna]], [[Zarr]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 6, 2012<br />
|[[The Best Medicine]]<br />
|[[Jibbom]], [[Lumina]], [[Savannah]], [[Boshter]], [[Zalara]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 8, 2012<br />
|[[Social: Hangover]]<br />
|[[Kama'o]], [[Teppus]], [[Chloe]], [[Lumina]], [[Donk]]<br />
|-<br />
|Sept 13, 2012<br />
|[[Muse of Doom]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Azog]], [[Jessa]], [[Zalara]], [[Quint]], [[Svarshan]], [[Chloe]]<br />
|-<br />
|Sept 14, 2012<br />
|[[Career Day]]<br />
|[[Ormarr|Wonderpony]], [[Jessa]], [[Mikilos]], [[Angrid]], [[Zalara]], [[Constantin]]<br />
|-<br />
|Sept 15, 2012<br />
|[[PrP: Sanctuary Cleansing]]<br />
|[[Jessa]], [[Melbert]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 15, 2012<br />
|[[Not Yet a Knight]]<br />
|[[Kerbasy]], [[Jareth]], [[Azog]], [[Cesran]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 15, 2012<br />
|[[Double Rainbow Man (Again)]]<br />
|[[Svarshan]], [[Agril]], [[Jessa]], [[Constantin]], [[Selia]], [[Younger]]<br />
|-<br />
|Sept 16, 2012<br />
|[[Coyote Meets Phoenix]]<br />
|[[Jibbom]], [[Jessa]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 17, 2012<br />
|[[Younger's Busted Leg]]<br />
|[[Abrahil]], [[Younger]], [[Jessa]], [[Munch]], [[Chloe]], [[Lumina]]<br />
|-<br />
|September 18, 2012<br />
|[[Thrax]]<br />
|[[Savannah]], [[Jibbom]], [[Cesran]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|Sept 25, 2012<br />
|[[Hip-pest Reaction]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Zalara]], [[Jessa]], [[Moonshadow]], [[Ellerela]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 13, 2012<br />
|[[Shamblers in the Woods]]<br />
|[[Svarshan]], [[Leisel]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 15, 2012<br />
|[[Clara the Lance]]<br />
|[[Cinnamon]], [[Kerbasy]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 16, 2012<br />
|[[Sandy is a Dandy]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Jinks]], [[Constantin]], [[Arissa]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 17, 2012<br />
|[[Tent Fires]]<br />
|[[Myrana]], [[Svarshan]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 17, 2012<br />
|[[The Statues]]<br />
|[[Eleia]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Boshter]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 19, 2012<br />
|[[Challenge Beyond Our Means]]<br />
|[[Albain]], [[Craft]], [[Svarshan]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 22, 2012<br />
|[[Punchy Friends]]<br />
|[[Aenyn]], [[Gragnar]], [[Liessa]], [[Sandy]], [[Svarshan]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 23, 2012<br />
|[[Alleyway]]<br />
|[[Donk]], [[Faun]], [[Quint]], [[Selia]], [[Whendi]]<br />
|-<br />
|October 26, 2012<br />
|[[Kittens Jessa Kittens|Kittens, Jessa, Kittens!]]<br />
|[[Quint]], [[Jessa]], [[Sandy]], [[Svarshan]], [[Cesran]], <br />
|-<br />
|October 27, 2012<br />
|[[There Can be Only One Pretty Pretty Princess|There Can be Only One (Pretty Pretty Princess)]]<br />
| [[Azog]], [[Cinnamon]], [[Sandy]], [[Constantin]], [[Svarshan]]<br />
|-<br />
|Unknown<br />
|[[Giant Pink Hips]]<br />
|[[Gragnar]], [[Jessa]], [[Svarshan]], [[Sandy]], [[Jibbom]], [[Emir]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 11, 2012<br />
|[[Coming to Alexandria]]<br />
|[[Fiona]], [[Cesran]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 11, 2012<br />
|[[Young impressionable Youth]]<br />
|[[Younger]], [[Fiona]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 13, 2012<br />
|[[Till Death Do us Part]]<br />
|[[Mel]], [[Ashlynn]], [[Zalara]], [[Eliathitae]], [[Fiona]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 14, 2012<br />
|[[Goblintown]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Jareth]], [[Younger]], [[Fiona]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 16, 2012<br />
|[[A Land Down Under]]<br />
|[[Hilal]], [[Gavisa]],[[Mel]], [[Vennan]],[[ Angrid]], [[Zalara]],[[ Fiona]],[[ Jessa]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 17, 2012<br />
|[[Once Upon a Jail Cell]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Myrana]], [[Svarshan]], [[Fiona]], [[Eliathitae]], [[Selia]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 18, 2012<br />
|[[Bar Talk]]<br />
|[[Angrid]], [[Azog]], [[Kaedin]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|Novenber 19,2012<br />
|[[Of Honor and Laughter]]<br />
|[[Kaedin]], [[Azog]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 19, 2012<br />
|[[The Beginning of an Odd Partnership]]<br />
|[[Kaedin]], [[Maxine]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 28, 2012<br />
|[[Thoughts on Jobs and Life]]<br />
|[[Hilal]], [[Oates]], [[Halani]], [[Quint]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 27, 2012<br />
|[[Sandy Gets Hitched]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Saevrinimata]], [[Mikilos]], [[Kerbasy]], [[Arngrid]], [[Constantin]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 29, 2012<br />
|[[A Type of Armor]]<br />
|[[Kerbasy]], [[Aenyn]]<br />
|-<br />
|November 30,2012<br />
|[[Goblin Caravan]]<br />
|[[Craft]], [[Mikilos]], [[Oates]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 4, 2012<br />
|[[Late Night at Wayfarer's Inn]]<br />
|[[Maendir]], [[Zalara]], [[Oates]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 5, 2012<br />
|[[Jinks Pearly Temple|Jinks' Pearly Temple]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Oates]], [[Abrahil]], [[Jinks]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 5, 2012<br />
|[[Beyond the Pearly Temple]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Oates]], [[Jinks]], [[Svarshan]], [[Myrana]], [[Maendir]], [[Constantin]], [[Quint]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 10, 2012<br />
|[[Rocks, Poop, Hips, and Stew!!]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Oates]], [[Fiona]], [[Svarshan]], [[Liessa]], [[Azog]], [[Achala]], [[Leisel]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 11 2012<br />
|[[Mercantile Obligation (Porocora DM)]]<br />
|[[Katja]], [[Ashlynn]], [[Albain]], [[Fiona]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 20,2012<br />
|[[Grin Apolypse]]<br />
|[[Cesran]], [[Gwendolyn]], [[Kuumvu]], [[Mikilos]], [[Remethaer]], [[Sandy]], [[Sonja]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 21, 2012<br />
|[[Bar Chatter]]<br />
|[[Gwendolyn]], [[Sandy]], [[Selia]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 23, 2012<br />
|[[Poor Holiday Tidings]]<br />
|[[Emir]], [[Zalara]], [[Donk]], [[Remethaer]]<br />
|-<br />
|December 30, 2012<br />
|[[Art of Slice, the]]<br />
|[[Chloe]], [[Gwendolyn]], [[Liessa]], [[Munch]], [[Remethaer]], [[Vennan]]<br />
|-<br />
|??<br />
|[[PRP: Clearing Jeribald's Mine]]<br />
|??<br />
|-<br />
|December 31, 2012<br />
|[[Adventurers Guild Bringing in the New Year|Adventurer's Guild: Bringing in the New Year]]<br />
|[[Karelin]], [[Azog]], [[Svarshan]], [[Tavissha]], [[Mikilos]], [[Sonja]], [[Oates]], [[Cesran]], [[Myrana]], [[Wilma]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 4, 2013<br />
|[[Arvek in Pink]]<br />
|[[Myrana]], [[Svarshan]], [[Boshter]], [[Jessa]], [[Roka]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 5,2013<br />
|[[Ribbeting Times at the Hope]]<br />
|[[Tavissha]], [[Abrahil]], [[Zalara]], [[Lash]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 7, 2013<br />
|[[Hanging of the Butcher]]<br />
|Lots<br />
|-<br />
|January 9, 2013<br />
|[[Jink's Kids]]<br />
|[[Jinks]], [[Agril]], [[Svarshan]], [[Jessa]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 10, 2013<br />
|[[Cue Yakety Sax]]<br />
|[[Emir]], [[Sandy]], [[Donk]], [[Abrahil]], [[Myrana]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 11, 2013<br />
|[[In the Market]]<br />
|[[Craft]], [[Mikilos]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 11, 2013<br />
|[[What's Down There?]]<br />
|[[Brolin]], [[Lash]], [[Nadara]], [[Raja]], [[Zarr]], [[Zalara]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 12, 2013<br />
|[[Wolf-wrestling]]<br />
|[[Donk]], [[Kuumvu]], [[Tavissha]], [[Thyrson]], [[Jareth]], [[Garrin]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 13, 2013<br />
|[[At the Ox]]<br />
|[[Azog]], [[Lash]], [[Sandy]], [[Mikilos]], [[Faraday]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 13, 2013<br />
|[[On the Roadway]]<br />
|[[Sandy]], [[Selia]], [[Roka]], [[Arafel]], [[Elycia]],<br />
|-<br />
|January 19, 2013<br />
|[[Nipples and rainbows]]<br />
|[[Roka]], [[Karelin]], [[Rotgut]], [[Munch]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 20, 2013<br />
|[[Mirrors]]<br />
|[[Selia]], [[Oates]], [[Zalara]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 21, 2013<br />
|[[The Lost]]<br />
|[[Gragnar]], [[Elycia]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 23, 2013<br />
|[[Of Guns, Maintenance, and Weather]]<br />
|[[Craft]], [[Rementhaer]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 26, 2013<br />
|[[Desolate Dig]]<br />
|[[Oates]], [[Remethaer]], [[Lash]], [[Arafel]], [[Cinnamon]], [[Mel]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 27, 2013<br />
|[[Along the Road]]<br />
|[[Ormarr]], [[Cesran]], [[Lash]], [[Vidarr]], [[Donk]], [[Elycia]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 27, 2013<br />
|[[PrP: Trouble Brewing]]<br />
|[[Arafel]], [[Oates]], [[Rotgut]], [[Tavissha]], [[Brolin]]<br />
|-<br />
|January 28, 2013<br />
|[[Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Deliciousness]]<br />
|[[Donk]], [[Jibbom]], [[Cesran]], [[Elysia]], [[Lash]], [[some chubby, old orc]]<br />
|-<br />
|February 02, 2013<br />
|[[Lost And Found]]<br />
|[[Sharna]], [[Azog]], [[Aenyn]]<br />
|-<br />
|February 09, 2013<br />
|[[PrP: Up in Smoke]]<br />
|[[Sharna]], [[Jinks]], [[Sonja]], [[Aenyn]], [[Jessa]]<br />
|-<br />
|February 10, 2013<br />
|[[PrP: 3:10 to Selentia]]<br />
|[[Birgit]], [[Chloe]], [[Elessa]], [[Remethaer]]<br />
|-<br />
|February 15, 2013<br />
|[[PrP: Pie and Orc]]<br />
|[[Mako]], [[Remethaer]], [[Aviere]]<br />
|-<br />
|February 19, 2013<br />
[[Dramatic PRP: Meat-on-a-Stick – Part 1 of 3]]<br />
[[Taurex]], [[Moonshadow]], [[Abrahil]], [[Kilian]]<br />
|-}<br />
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