Pythagorclid considers the woman's story and tells em e is a traveler and knows nothing about the happenings of Knifford. However, Pythagorclid also recognizes that worshippers or dark and mysterious powers often have secret knowledge. Of course, knowledge of the secret variety is rarely given up without a fight, especially by the evil sort. Pythagorclid looks the other traveler (DN) up and down and says to em, "You look the adventuring sort. Would you like to investigate these potentially evil priests? I'm sure there'll be booze, babes, and beds for us at the inn if we help the town out." Of course Pythagorclid has no use of female- or alcohol-based distractions, but e is well aware of the three B's of adventuring. Pythagorclid then zones out and counts the number of stones on the road.
--nichdel On Thu, Oct 30, 2014 at 8:03 PM, Tanner Swett <tannersw...@gmail.com> wrote: > On Oct 30, 2014, at 3:43 AM, Jonatan Kilhamn wrote: >> On 30 October 2014 04:45, Tanner Swett <tannersw...@gmail.com> wrote: >>> On Oct 24, 2014, at 2:02 PM, Jonatan Kilhamn wrote: >>>> I punch the Bard in the face. >>> >>> Inside the inn, we find the Bard and some unknown character, whom we >>> designate AQ. The Bard is singing merrily, and AQ, evidently growing >>> impatient with eir singing voice, punches the Bard in the face, giving em a >>> black eye and a nosebleed. (Attack roll: d20 -> 19. Armor class: 10. Hit >>> for d3 -> 2 nonlethal damage. Hit points: 3 out of 3. Nonlethal damage >>> points: 2.) >>> >>> "Hey!" the innkeeper roars at AQ. "What the hell do you think you're doing? >>> You need to leave, right now!" >> >> I (that is, AQ) leave right now. I hang around the general vicinity, >> intending to be present wherever something interesting happens next >> (dunno if that requires a skill or move or something like that). > > AQ walks out of the room, and the innkeeper seems reluctantly satisfied. The > Bard makes a full recovery. > > On Oct 30, 2014, at 2:27 PM, Benjamin Schultz wrote: >> Oscarosaurus grazes in the farmland near the inn. E tries to determine if >> the strange music has a good STOMP beat. (It's hard to enjoy music any >> other way when you lack opposable thumbs or nimble ankles.) > > I could be mistaken, but I don't believe the Bard's music is quite that style > of music. > > ---- > > A woman in eir sixties, with messy white hair and a gaunt face, is walking > down the road to Knifford, with a preoccupied expression. E comes across DN > and Pythagorclid and stops and sighs. > > "You two wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you?" e asks. > "You probably know about the old monastery about an hour's walk to the north > of here. It's been abandoned for the past thirty years. I don't know why they > left—I was there one day and they were there, and I came back again later and > they were gone. Anyway, I guess some new people have moved in. I don't think > they're good news. > > "I only saw one of them when I was there today. I figured they'd be friendly > folk—after all, the old monks, worshippers of Luss, were. So I asked the > person I saw how they were doing, and e just said they were fine and wanted > to be left alone. I asked if e was a worshipper of Luss, and e just got > angry. E said that I'd better leave right away, or else e'd tear my head off! > I hope e was joking, but in any case, I didn't stick around. > > "I've heard about evil priests and their rituals. If these new monks are that > sort, I shudder to think what they might be up to." > > After finishing here, the woman goes by the inn and mentions the same thing > to Oscarosaurus, AQ, and the Bard. (Presumably the mailing list posts about > these discussions will come out of chronological order. Even though the woman > finishes her discussion with DN and Pythagorclid before she ever meets the > other player characters, these threads can all happen simultaneously.) > > —the Warrigal
