Chapter 3. For a fistful of coins.   Posted by edgy_rhinx.Group: 0
Ayesha Jamarthe
 player, 19 posts
Thu 30 Mar 2017
at 12:00
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Ayesha awoke feeling, of course, faint and dizzy, as well as groaning, moaning, feeling sick, having a headache, and a mouth that tasted of dog, which was more-or-less how she woke most mornings, so she didn't pay it any mind. Rising from her spot in the common room close to the now-cold fireplace, she stretched, yawned, scratched herself, then wandering around in search of a drink.

At some point, she gazed out the window, seeing not Arabel but some warm prairie-land that reminded her a little of home. 'Huh.'

No one was up yet, so she fell back onto her knees, making her morning prayers and meditation. Once she'd cleared her head, she could decide if she was hallucinating this or not.
Alleran the Bold
 player, 27 posts
Fri 31 Mar 2017
at 13:50
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"Oh, hey," Alleran says, seeing the girls. "You're, uh, Priscilla, Michelle, and... sorry, your name escapes me at the moment," he says. "How are you all doing?"
edgy_rhinx
 GM, 91 posts
Fri 31 Mar 2017
at 17:06
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"... so can you trace it?" Priscilla asked Suzie.
"No, it doesn't work with the name alone," the latter replied.
Michelle gave a crooked smile. "I might be of help here. I stacked several cards under the table last night. Finding the missing cards from the Tarot deck should be a kindergarten exercise for you."
Suzie's eyes turned into blind golden orbs for a moment, then she came back furious. "Three aces! You, cheater!"
"No, it's just a habit, and we did not play, remember?" retorted Michelle.
"Hi, Alleran!" Priscilla decided to shift their attention.
"Ah? Hi!" Suzie greeted you after a short delay.

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Donovan
 player, 2 posts
Fri 31 Mar 2017
at 17:15
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Donovan awoke with a migraine (which thankfully soon passed), squinting at the light seeping through his window. It had been a typical night for him before, he had planned on going to the tavern and picking up a shift but a wench had caught his eye. He had followed said woman around, finally grabbing her attention and a few ales before heading to the upper floor of her home. Everything was going great... until her bear of a husband came through the door ready to bludgeon him. He had high-tailed from the scene of the crime and back to his own residence, leading him to where he was this morning.

Squinting and sighing slightly, Donovan threw on a shirt and laced up his trousers, a pang of hunger passing through him. Perhaps he could pick up some food at the tavern, it seemed as good a place to start his day as any.

Humming to himself, Donovan exited his residence and walked down the cobblestone road, not really paying attention to anything besides his ditty. Though that changed when he heard the ladies talking and the young man picked his head up, noticing the trio of girls nearby quarreling among themselves. Donovan smacked his lips and combed his thick hair with his fingers. Tymora must have been smiling on him, for such an encounter this early in the day!

With a degree of suave, Donovan glided over, waving at the women in greeting. "Ladies, let not your brows be furrowed so. I'm sure we can sort out your troubles, whatever they may be." He noticed Alleran as well, but only offered the other man so much as a nod of greeting. After all, he thought the scarred up blacksmith had much less to offer than three lovely ladies. "You say something of lost cards? It just so happens I am an expert of finding lost things. Where and when did you last see them?"
edgy_rhinx
 GM, 92 posts
Fri 31 Mar 2017
at 17:38
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"Oh, they were in my very hands," Michelle replied mischievously, producing The Fool out of thin air. The ancient card with ornate golden back slowly rotated above her palms.
"And then they were gone!" Michelle cried out faking grief. She spread her arms theatrically and the card disappeared with a light puff.

"They are not gone!" Suzie corrected her heartily. "They are in Dambrath, The Swagdar to be exact!"

OOC: http://www.realmshelps.net/faerun/dambrath/index.shtml

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Delivante 'Vance' Cross
 player, 9 posts
 Detective
 "The Truth Is Waiting"
Fri 31 Mar 2017
at 21:02
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As Vance woke up, he blocked the sun from his eyes as they went through his room window. Vance could feel the brightness and the heat from the sun as he silently thought to himself

How...hot and bright, was it always like this?

Vance allowed the weariness the fade from his eyes, and the passing sickness, before gazing on the empty field of grass and plains before him. Vance eyes widened slightly, but he didn't make any shocked gestures or sounds. For the time being, Vance simply walked downstairs

This...is certainly strange, I know for a fact we were in the city. Though now, we're in the middle of nowhere...or at least, what I assume to be nowhere. Was this a trick of the Lynx or is it the result of a third party? Well, no matter, I think it best that I simply take things one step at a time, and I'll start with a glass of water, at least until Blythe arrives.

As he thought he would, Vance slowly made his way over to the counter and had a small glass of water, while leaning on the bar counter. Especially since there wasn't much he could do, and without any information, all he could do was wait for something to happen.

Though seeing Ayesha, Vance spoke out to her, in a calm and curious tone

"Hey, what do you make of all this?"
edgy_rhinx
 GM, 94 posts
Fri 31 Mar 2017
at 21:27
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The spotted yellow hyena peeped into the tavern's window, and swiftly retreated. Once safely outside the reach it howled calling up the pack.

(See the game map for group 0.)

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Alleran the Bold
 player, 28 posts
Fri 31 Mar 2017
at 22:34
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He raised an eyebrow at the girls. This is why he didn't like to get involved in matters that the gods had their hands in. "Alright, I'll bite. How did the Watchful Lynx get to Dambrath? And why can't I remember this store not being here?"
Ayesha Jamarthe
 player, 20 posts
Sat 1 Apr 2017
at 07:32
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Kneeling on the floor with eyes closed, Ayesha was still meditating in a state approximating serenity, but which might have been merely dozing off. 'All this is impermanent and in flux.' the monk intoned. 'This causes dissatisfaction and suffering.' Suddenly she leapt to her feet, which, from kneeling, was quite an acrobatic feat...

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edgy_rhinx
 GM, 95 posts
Sat 1 Apr 2017
at 08:26
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In reply to Alleran the Bold (msg # 9):

"Some inanimate objects and even places can move," Priscilla replied engrossed in thoughts.
"Yes! I once saw a car in my dreams, it moved very fast!" Suzie confirmed.
"You see lost of things in your dreams, and imagine twice the number," Michelle put in doubt.

"As for the forgetfulness, that's clearly a mind magic," Priscilla concluded. "We are immune to it and you are not".
"Could be because we serve sisters or our metabolism," Michelle surmised.

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edgy_rhinx
 GM, 96 posts
Sat 1 Apr 2017
at 09:00
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In reply to Ayesha Jamarthe (msg # 10):

When you leaped from the meditative state to you feet you were granted a vision.
Your spirit self leaped up with you, but did not stop, and went further passing through the building and higher at incredible speed, slowing only upon reaching the bird's-eye view.

You could see the entire prairie in the finest details.
Two groups were converging on the tavern from different directions. Five outlaws on horses from one side (the West), and a larger group of gnolls, gnoll-riders and hyenas clasping the hunting semi-circle from the other. The groups were moving ever so slowly, the galloping horses suspended still in the air.

If you succeed a regular roll, you can direct your view to one of the groups or even as far as Arabel with a good enough roll.

After that you fall out of the trance and are back to your feet as if nothing happened and no time had passed.
Ayesha Jamarthe
 player, 21 posts
Sat 1 Apr 2017
at 09:44
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OOC: Not a hope. I assumed I could apply my religion specialisation for the vision.
17:35, Today: Ayesha Jamarthe rolled 3 using 1d10+2. roll, +religion.


Ayesha reeled, blinking at the vision. Was is god-granted, or had she eaten something funny? 'Woah. Now that's what happens when you stand up too fast.' she drawled, trying to realign her spirit and body.

She remembered what was she going to say, 'But it is kinda weird when it happens all at once. Does this place do that a lot? I mean, if I wanted to wake up in different worlds, I could've stayed at the World Serpent Inn down the street.'

Then she added, seemingly as an afterthought, 'Oh, yeah, we're gonna have company. Five riders on horses, and a bunch of gnolls on hyenas. D'you think they've come for a drink?'
Alleran the Bold
 player, 29 posts
Sun 2 Apr 2017
at 02:48
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In reply to edgy_rhinx (msg # 11):

Alleran blinked. "Oh... kay," he said, pretending he understood what they said. "So, do you think it's coming back? Because a whole tavern just up and disappearing is... problematic," he said, trying to speak politely.
edgy_rhinx
 GM, 97 posts
Sun 2 Apr 2017
at 07:56
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Priscilla shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, it might reappear in a month, or in a year, or never. We plan to investigate it," she promised with adventurous glint in her eyes.
"Last time our order did not arrive. For Les Clefs d'Or that's a very rare case. Something was definitely amiss," Michelle confirmed.
"Suzie, can you transport us?" Priscilla asked. "It's a long flight to Dambrath otherwise."
"All five or just three of us?" Suzie questioned.

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Delivante 'Vance' Cross
 player, 10 posts
 Detective
 "The Truth Is Waiting"
Sun 2 Apr 2017
at 12:32
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Vance rose an eyebrow to what Ayesha was saying in the beginning (about standing up too fast) and the ending where she said that there were more people coming. Vance brushed some of it off from her just being drunk from the night before. Though Vance did respond to the second question that she had

"I'm not too sure if this place does it too often. It would be a strange house of tricks if it did. Though if it did cause us to be here...it should bring us back or at the least somewhere else, right?"

Vance gave a shrug to that idea he had, and sat at the bar itself as he continued to respond

"Though if there are people coming, I'd hope their thirsty instead of anything else."
Blythe
 player, 27 posts
 Barkeeper
Sun 2 Apr 2017
at 13:48
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Blythe comes into the main room, rubbing at her eyes. Muttering about this headache, she looks around at the others. "Oh... You're still here... Anyone want breakfast?" She asks, yawning. "I can make something, now that we have food." Sliding behind the bar, she looks out a window for the first time. "Wait, where the heck are we?!" She frowns, "Did... You guys, I'm pretty sure we moved."

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Alleran the Bold
 player, 31 posts
Sun 2 Apr 2017
at 20:30
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"Well, I don't want to leave my work behind, but I'd be rather remiss if I didn't at least look into this," he said. "Wait... who do you mean 'all five?'" he said, looking around.
Ayesha Jamarthe
 player, 22 posts
Mon 3 Apr 2017
at 02:02
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'Sure, I'll have breakfast without food, thanks. It'll go well with that drink I never got.' she remarked to Blythe as she joined Vance at the bar. She chose a different stool this time, trying to decide which one was best for her butt.

'Oh, did the earth move for you too?' Ayesha glanced back and out the window to confirm that, yes, Arabel still wasn't there. 'By the way, you're about to have a pair of party bookings. Gnolls and guys who look like they're of the bandit variety... Ooh, I feel sorry for the poor schmuck they're coming for...' Ayesha sighed.

'Actually, you better just give me a drink first.'

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Delivante 'Vance' Cross
 player, 11 posts
 Detective
 "The Truth Is Waiting"
Mon 3 Apr 2017
at 03:08
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Vance gave a silent nod to Blythe's first remark that she made and spoke

"Well the inside of this place is a lot more...familiar than outside right now. So I thought I'd stick around a little while longer, you know?"

Vance silently sipped his drink as he waited for the second question and responded with a

"It seems like there are more interesting things going on. So I'll pass on the meal for the time being."

After a while Lance decided to take a look at the window, and wondered if what Ayesha was saying was more than drunken rambling...or sober ramblings in this case. Vance looked back towards the bar and continued

"I wonder...what if they're coming for this building. It's not like there's anything else around here. Though, like I said earlier, I hope they're just here for a drink."
edgy_rhinx
 GM, 99 posts
Mon 3 Apr 2017
at 17:50
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Gnolls arrived first. They poured into the building like a river, occupied all the tables and even stairs to the second floor. Several larger hyenas entered with them. The beasts lazily sprawled in the passageways making navigating Watchful Lynx without stepping on someone's tail an acrobatic task. The remaining hyenas circled the tavern.
Weapons (flindbars, flails, crowbars, chains, clubs...) were placed on the tables in plain view, spears leaning against the walls near their respective owners.
The hall's air was invaded by the smell of dogs.

One of the newcomers was not a gnoll. A sporty girl of 15 or 16 y.o. in the long orange and yellow t-shirt, brown riding breeches, cowboy hat and shoes was human. The lower part of her t-shirt was stained and spotted either in mad artistic inspiration or in actual dirt. She shared the table with two female gnolls.

"Excuse our eagerness, but we've been patrolling the plains for two days awaiting your arrival and that's after the five days ride from the ranch." She said with a southern accent. "I've heard so much about you - those weird and wonderful stories, mysteries and such - so I absolutely want to see something right now." The girl demanded.
"I will take a bloody beef and fresh water," said the massive gnoll, sitting at the central table next to the one of the girl, probably, the second in command.

Another gnoll opened his mouth, but was elbowed by the colleague. Following his gaze the gnoll met the girl's eyes on the other end. It became apparent for the gnoll that no more interruptions would be tolerated, so instead of ordering, he swallowed and licked his muzzle.

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edgy_rhinx
 GM, 101 posts
Mon 3 Apr 2017
at 18:28
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"Hey, Handsome," Priscilla addressed Donovan. "Three girls are going for a vacation to the tavern near the Bay of Dancing Dolphins. Care to join our little adventure?"
"The sea is more than three hundred mil.." Suzie protested, but Priscilla interrupted.
"That's like a hotel on the third line. What would you say?"

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Ayesha Jamarthe
 player, 23 posts
Tue 4 Apr 2017
at 10:40
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She'd risen from her stool to look out and stand ready when the gnolls arrived; now she turned around and found a gnoll had taken her seat. Damn. Fortunately, being an acrobatic kind of monk, she was able to tiptoe around all the furry tails on the floor, without stepping on any (unless she wanted to..), reminded of the old saying about being jumpier than a long-tailed hyena in a room full of rocking-chairs. Jumpier than a long-legged barmaid in a room full of hyena tails? She got back to the bar, and sat on top of it for lack of anywhere else to park herself.

Since the gnolls turned out to be customers (and hopefully the reasonably well-behaved paying kind) and not bandits or raiders, Ayesha left the matter of dealing with them to the lucky, lucky staff. Besides, she wanted to hear what was so great about this place. 'S'not that good.' she muttered, gazing around at the tavern.

Still, she'd keep an eye and an ear out for trouble. Like on that girl, who seemed to be the most unpredictable one in the band. How did a girl like that come to be riding with gnolls? Was she a captive, adopted as a cub? Her spotted shirt showed an attempt to look like a gnoll. But by her accent and looks, the girl looked like a southerner too.

Ayesha was fairly sure they were on or close to the great plains of the Shaar. Since they stretched across the continent, that was none too helpful. If her vision had taken her further, she might have been able to tell for sure. She could be close to Lapaliiya, to home. But why in the Nine Hells would she want to go there?

She was thinking and observing a lot right now. Sobriety sucked.
Donovan Varrus
 player, 4 posts
Tue 4 Apr 2017
at 18:52
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Donovan was so entranced with the prestidigitation of the girls, not to mention their other assets, he hardly paid mind to the words going back and forth. A couple of them didn't make sense to him. What was a car?

To his surprise, the tavern was very missing as he looked to where it should have been, in its place a general store. Apparently it has been moved to...

"DAMBRATH??" Donovan couldn't help himself but exclaim the name of the tavern's new location in disbelief when it was uttered by one of the girls. Was it really true that the tavern had been moved to Dambrath? How, and why? Who would do such a ridiculous thing to your average inn... did it have to be the inn where he got his shifts, of all places?

It all hardly seemed believable but, what else did he really have to go off of. He was starting to think these three girls were... different than the average young woman. Though that didn't matter much to him. There were enough reasons to stay with them, and he was in fact curious.

"Of course I would love to accompany you fine three. A good mystery is how the best adventures begin, is it not?" He then however stood up straight and let out a somewhat derisive chuckle. "However, that is quite a far trip. We'll need transportation, supplies..." he stopped himself. They had spoken of flying, but that had to have been a jest... right?
Delivante 'Vance' Cross
 player, 12 posts
 Detective
 "The Truth Is Waiting"
Fri 7 Apr 2017
at 07:01
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Vance simply kept quiet, and looked towards the bar as the gnolls entered the building and began talking. Though the young girl did catch Vance off guard, he wondered if she was actually the one leading them or not...well from the looks of it, maybe she did.

Though not wanting to butt in, at least not until he had more information to work with, Vance would keep wary of the gnolls, and how Blythe would respond to them.
edgy_rhinx
 GM, 103 posts
Fri 7 Apr 2017
at 18:18
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"I have a better idea," Priscilla interrupted Donovan, "but we need to join hands for this to work." She invited you to take her hand and so did Michelle.
Right after the circle was formed Suzie broke it and clumsily began searching for the scroll. You had to stand there for a few moments and wait for the circle to reassemble.

Eventually everyone was ready and in place.
"By-y the Ru-u-ulers of Nine Hells!" Priscilla started chanting, watching you out of the corner of her eye. "Ok, joking! I wanted to see their reaction," she confessed under accusatory looks from Michelle and Suzie.
"By the Sisters' grace and yada-yada," Priscilla said without enthusiasm.
"By the Sisters' grace et teleportus circulus ex vestigium," Suzie articulated the right scroll-trigger.

The world blinked and you reappeared several kilometers above the ground.
You could see the small nearly toy-like tavern building rapidly increasing in size. The earth was approaching fast. Girls were still holding your hands. Michelle was shouting something, but you could not make out her words - the rushing wind ripped them apart.

Suddenly the girls started changing and in seconds you were in circle with three gargoyles. Their wings battling the air generated powerful upward pull, you had to hold to their now clawed hands with all your strength in order to avoid slipping and falling. A few hundred meters above the ground the company stabilized and began the descend to the tavern's balcony.

"That's all your fault, you ruined the chant!" The gargoyle in front of you said to the one on your left.
"An unfortunate accident," retorted the creature who used to be Priscilla.
"There are no accidents when Beshaba is involved, you know that," said the right one in green dress. Michelle?

You landed onto the open balcony of the second floor.
"I think our relationship suffered a terrible blow, Alleran," Priscilla said morphing into young woman. "I was going to reveal you my gargoyle side when we get married."
Suzie turned too and immediately blushed. With its entire back ripped to pieces her dress was barely holding together.

In deep green open-backed evening dress and open-toe silver sandals Michelle looked immaculate. She tidied her hair and examined the wardrobe disasters the other two girls became. "I did advise you open shoes," Michelle stared down at the torn mess wrapped around Priscilla's feet.
"Guys, you can go forward. We'll need some girl-time here." Michelle said apologetically.