OOC: Diplomacy success by 6 "Our might, and magic shall prevail."
This message was last edited by the player at 20:26, Mon 19 Sept 2016.

In reply to Chye Isuel (msg # 303):

Three of the ruffians collapse, the last one standing being
the fellow holding the stub of a club, and he quickly tosses that aside and backs away.


Occ: diplomacy rarely works as Intimidation, but it allows someone to back off without losing face.

OOC: That was what I was hoping for, as they had already shown their guts for trying to take a superior force.

Chye points at the remaining goon. "Smart man. Now, go and tell Danulski he'd better close shop and leave town, because he's demonstrated he's an enemy of the guild. Now, get lost."

In reply to Chye Isuel (msg # 305):

The last fellow scampers off. The other three seem to be soiling themselves.

Chye looms over the remaining three. "Start talking. What was the purpose of your near-suicides?"

Astra continues his singing as he slowly spins to look for more foes within the crowd.

OOC: Step and Concentrate (Singing)

Quint jogs back from the piss he was taking in a nearby alley. "Hey, what'd I miss?"

In reply to Quint (msg # 310):

Hitomi shrugs.
"Petrov went back on his word and sent some bully boys. They attacked Chye and got disarmed, and Astra sang them into collapse."
This message was lightly edited by the GM at 12:52, Sat 24 Sept 2016.

Chye seizes one of the goons and hauls him to his feet from behind, applying an arm lock.
"Speak up!"

"If we know that, then what's Chye shakin' 'em down for?"
This message was last edited by the player at 19:07, Thu 22 Sept 2016.

"Because, I want to know why... was it a matter of honor, or treachery."

"It's because their boss told 'em to," Quint said. "Just business, you know? Can't let yourself look weak. Call it face, you want to call it anything. Now either kill 'em or let 'em go so we can do our jobs."

"Very well." Chye releases the thug, and retrieves his weapon.
This message was last edited by the player at 21:45, Thu 22 Sept 2016.

"I suggest you all find honest work, from now on.." Chye scolds.
This message was last edited by the player at 21:50, Thu 22 Sept 2016.

In reply to Chye Isuel (msg # 316):

The hired thug slumps to the ground with the others, unable to move anything from the neck down.

"Pretty impressive, Astra-San."
Chye leaves the thugs behind with a backward glance, as he steps away.

Astra stops singing and gives Chye a little bow, "Should take only a few moments for them to recover."

Chye sniffs and frowns, noticing the thugs soiling. He turns to them and speaks one last time: "But before you go to find those honest jobs... I would suggest a bath and a change of clothes... Bwahahahaaaa!" He saunters away, naginata over his shoulder.

"I'd suggest an honest job, but I work for the Adventurer's Guild," Quint grinned.

In reply to Quint (msg # 322):

"Alright, boys. Leave them in their filth. We have a
Cleric to squeeze."

Chye unslings his Lute from his back, and replaces it with his weapon, strumming as he begins to sing:"
在生活中，其結果必然是一個總的喜悅，
Zài shēnghuó zhōng, qí jiéguǒ bìrán shì yīgè zǒng de xǐyuè,
不允許空酒杯，面對月亮!
Bù yǔnxǔ kōng jiǔbēi, miàn duì yuèliàng!
上天讓我 - 我的能力一定是有目的的;
Shàngtiān ràng wǒ - wǒ de nénglì yīdìng shì yǒu mùdì de;

我花了一千金幣徹底，但他們會再回來...
Wǒ huāle yīqiān jīnbì chèdǐ, dàn tāmen huì zài huílái...

熬羊肉，宰殺一頭牛 - 現在我們將歡樂;
Áo yángròu, zǎishā yītóu niú - xiànzài wǒmen jiāng huānlè;

我們必須一次全部喝三百杯！
Wǒmen bìxū yīcì quánbù hē sānbǎi bēi!

帶來的酒！ -
Dài lái de jiǔ! -

杯子不停！-
Bēizi bù tíng! -


我想為你播放一首歌。
Wǒ xiǎng wèi nǐ bòfàng yī shǒu gē.

我請你借給我你的耳朵...
Wǒ qǐng nǐ jiè gěi wǒ nǐ de ěrduo...


*Lively Lute breakdown*
This message was last edited by the player at 07:35, Fri 30 Dec 2016.

In reply to Chye Isuel (msg # 324):

A passersby tosses a copper coin at Chye's feet.

A passing orc couple pauses. She is muscular, wearing black
 and yellow, and has a heavy chain draped over her shoulders.
  The male orc is wearing a fine embroidered tunic and is
carrying a lute.
With a glare at Chye, the chain wielder drags off her mate.

Chye flashes an ivory grin beneath his shaded brim, bows graciously, and collects the coin.

In reply to Chye Isuel (msg # 326):

"Chye, put that damn thing away, and Astra don't   even think of a jam session with that orc. It would be just our luck for that skank Marie to show up and turn our expedition
into a music festival."