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
