Doc grinned, "Food's as good as cerds in a lot of places out here hoss. Lotta folks starve with plenty of creds cause they can't get somewhere to take 'em. But yeah, if they pay, and it don't sound like suicide, it's usually a good job."

Polkitain ended up wearing the pastries as he tried to catch them in his horse mouth.
He didn't seem to mind though like an exuberant child he trotted this way and that and suddenly he realized he wasn't looking much like a knights steed.

"I think I need to clean up, but that was fun."

He licked his mouth.

Continuing to sip at his coffee and take long drags from his cigarette, Nyx glanced askew at Samuel when he mentioned sanitation, commenting deadpan, "That sounds like a shit job"
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Doc chuckled at his brother's comment. Sure, they didn't get along, but that was his blood, and that's all that mattered to Doc when it came down to it. He did was just putting his smoke out when he decided since his brother hadn't died of poison he'd try the coffee too.

Samuel grins over at Nyx and says, "The payment certainly ended up in that form. However, the job got done and you know what they say in the Sanitation Engineering business right?"

He gives it only a heartbeat of a pause then , "The shit must flow."

Laughing Nyx raised his coffee cup in salute at the human

Polkitain looked around for any invisible figures. For the moment silent but curious.

Everyone who drank the coffee and did not make a successful saving throw versus magic of 11 or higher, you are struck by a very minor curse. You being coughing. It isn't a medical emergency. You just feel as if last last sip went down the wrong way. You may continue speaking and acting (mostly) unhindered. Just work it into your roleplaying.

Anyone who ate tarts will begin to feel a strong desire to flirt with the nearest available person of the sex that you find attractive. For some of you, that may be the Woman in Green who is approaching your table now.

The eggs and bacon are normal foods.

Polkitain looked at the approaching woman. He stood back up straight and tried to look as majestic as he could. Shaking his mane out.




07:50, Today: Polkitain rolled 23 using 1d20+3.  Saving Throw.
I am sure some of the tarts made it into his mouth.

Doc eyes the woman from under the brim of his hat, she was a looker, that was for sure. Then he covered his mouth as he coughed slightly, the cough brought an arched eyebrow and a glare at the clove cigarette.

Samuel looks up, shoves a couple more pieces of bacon into his mouth and chews fast. He makes sure to use some kind of milk or water to gets stuff out of his teeth and then stands up. He looks like an Operator, smells like one to, but that is all part of the effort to get hired. His lack of weapons might seem odd, but then again, the job didn't explicitly call for any need for violence. He smiles as she gets much closer, but it looks more like he is gritting his teeth.

"Pssst, stand up and look presentable."

Like his twin Nyx remained seated as the Green Lady approached. His features remained impassive as he studied her and he took another drag of his cigarette

Ethan just watched as the Lady in Green approached him, Sam, the trio of elves and the talking horse. He had finished all the food on his plate and was now holding his coffee cup in his left hand. He thought he recalled hearing stories about how fairy food was supposed to be bad for you but nothing seemed to have happened to him. "At least not yet," he thought though he really didn't expect anything too. "It wouldn't be too smart to poison the people you want to hire but then again, these are 'magical creatures'. They probably think differently then we do."

When the verdant clad woman gets closer, Ethan sets down his coffee cup next to his empty plate and stands at parade rest. He chuckled in his mind about doing so. "Old habits and all that," he thought.

Doc coughs again, almost as if he's trying to clear his throat.

"You do look good dear lady. I am feeling rather odd however it will pass. I should like a chance to court you after the meeting. Yes that sounds grand." Arulas seems to be acting a little odd.

OOC: I passed the check however I felt it might be funnier to go along with it. Just elbow him or something if I go overboard.

Listening to Sir Arulas, Polkitain gave a horse bow to the Lady in Green before standing up and trying to make Sir Arulas look his best by being a shining steed.

A tall woman in elaborate green robes approaches with a stride of purpose yet grace. She glances at the food laid out on the table and rolls her eyes. She turns her head to one side and says in Faerie-Speak, "Bring our guests some cold beer in clean glasses."

Turning her attention back to the PCs, she sits in the empty chair. Switching to American, she greets, "Welcome to my home, gentlemen. I am in urgent need of individuals who are available for an expedition."

"The journey is not far from here, but ends in territory which is claimed by the regime of Lonestar. Coalition patrols passing nearby are a significant possibility, expected even. This is why I requested individuals which may pass for native humans while traveling. I can see that all of the applicants here meet this requirement to my satisfaction."

Looking squarely at Polkitain, she adds, "If your group is waylaid by coalition soldiers, I suggest strongly that you allow someone else to do the talking, sir."

"We do have methods for blocking the tracking abilities of the coalition dog boys temporarily. If any of you practice magic or would carry magic items, let us know."

"I understand that one of you is a doctor. That is fortunate as you will be operating without backup and support. I can provide you with basic provisions if you need them, and I can loan technowizardry items to your group including weapons if you require them. If no one in your group is carrying magic weapons, you will need them. I also have a Scroll charged with a Domination spell which can be useful for extracting information; the scroll is penned in Elven-Dragonese, so any one of the elves at this table should be able to invoke its magic. You will be providing your own transportation."

"I will get to the point. A weapons supplier has appeared somewhere near this location. She or he is not operating through the normal trade network of the Black Market. In fact, disrupting the market seems to be a goal of this new trader. She is selling weapons at far below their value or outright giving them away."

"Trouble began a three weeks ago when a small tribe of Brodkil raided a Coalition outpost. These demons were armed to the teeth with new weapons, unlike anything that Coalition Intelligence had seen. After the attack, the demons were tracked by a platoon of Dog Boys and eliminated by aerial bombardment. That was only the first incident."

"Two weeks ago, a faerie ring under my protection was attacked by slaver catchers. They abducted several nymphs and sprites. A survivor identified the attackers as wild Psi-Stalkers who were armed with the same new weaponry."

"In that last week, these weapons have turned up in a dozen different conflicts that I know of. Rival gangs in Houstass are using them to wipe each other out. Simvan are using them to stage coups against their tribal leaders. Human bandits have gotten their hands on them and are using them against Pecos in our towns and trade caravans. I have an unconfirmed report of a Worm Wraith armed with these weapons hunting settlers in Oklahoma. Just last night, I personally witnessed vampires armed with new weapons."

"One of the vampires did confess the origins of these new weapons to me before he died. I have coordinates and the name of a dealer. She goes by the name Glory, and she operates out of a location fifty miles due north of here. How she manages to do this inside of Lone Star territory without being caught is a mystery. She may be the mastermind or just a peddler."

"The job is to find the ultimate source of these weapons. Eliminate it if you can. If you cannot, relay the information to me. I won't risk sending my own people into Coalition Territory until you have identified a hard target for us. I will bring whatever forces from the Pecos Empire are necessary to finish the task. The faster you can perform the job, the better for everyone. The job pays five thousand to each of you in Black Market credits or the equivalent amount in gold coins which are minted with my own personal seal. The price is doubled if you can complete the task in one week. The price doubles again if you can eliminate the source of the weapons permanently. Above and beyond this, you may keep whatever plunder you encounter while executing this mission including any new-type weapons that you recover."

"Do you have any questions for me so far?"

A puck arrives with a tray full of glass mugs of beer.

"I can only, remain as a Steed for a short time, is there some way that I can stay with my friends without causing the Coalition to come to harm them ?"

"Stay out of sight."

"Oh I am pretty good at that. Alright."

Polkitain nodded and looked to the others to see if they were going to accept the job.

"Well I have a Behemoth Explorer that I use as a mobile repair platform for jobs that I take. I am pretty sure that everybody can fit in that think and even the glorious steed should fit in the largest of the cargo bays. Being an Operator and cruising to a new job should be a good enough cover if we have to....and if we have to have magical weapons then whatever means you have to keep the dogs from sniffing them out would be most appreciated. Which leads to the question of why do we need magical weapons again?"

Coughing once a gain, Doc spoke with his Texas drawl,in American, "Ma'am, you said ya seen the weapons... care to tell us about 'em in as much detail as you can. And correct my math, but if we eliminate the source in under seven days, we make twenty grand each?" a cocky grin crossed his face. A challenge.

Ethan relaxed once the Green Lady spoke. Clearly she wasn't expecting anything like formal military discipline, customs or courtesies. He listened to her rather vague description about powerful new weapons and frowned. "The Coalition will be after the same things," he thought to himself. "The weapons and this mysterious 'Grace' selling them. That will make for interesting times, especially since we have to go into their territory."

He continued listening in silence. With so many people gathered, it was likely one of them would ask the same questions he would. If not, then he would ask when everyone else was finished. No need to talk over each other.

Outside of the conversation whilst his companions fired their questions back and forth, Nyx finally joined in in his customary drawl, "With you mobile base, Mister Lund, and my brother and my own clear opportunity for interest in the goods this woman is selling... Well, we have a cover of sorts"