Siszhu scrapes the meat off of a bone, licks his lips then bites the bone in half and starts chewing. “To'Kurr is not early riser,” he points out between crunches. The young likely dead already and this Slappyjack does not sound like he is fleeing so Siszhu feels no rush to leave. But truth is truth and To'Kurr sleeps later than any and is useless for long time after.
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As Myles seems to slow things down, Megan gets ramped up. "No, Happy Jack did not lock it up!"then looking at Nephvir, "And yes, there is a hall of mirrors of course, but no, they are not lost in there either. You all aren't listening!"
And she stops petting the cat, puts her elbows on the table and rests her forehead in her hands.
She looks up with a little bit of hope when To'Kurr mentions heading to Fernwood and starts nodding, and then.. "What? Morning? Are you kidding? It takes a day and a half to get there!"
Megan holds her breath and when leaving now is mentioned, she pops up from her chair, unceremoniously dumping Necyra on the floor as she does. "Yes, now! Can we please?"
Siszhu was not wrong, adventuring with To'Kurr was not without generous off-duty time for the old man to enjoy his weed and other substances to widen his mind. "We should get steeds for eveyone to hasten our journey there." Myles says, nodding for the others to follow along, there was apparently no way to make Megan tell a coherent story but maybe once on the road...
"Oh yeah, good thinking, Myles," To'Kurr says. "Do you think the stable dudes have, like, camels? Do you remember Calimsham? All the camels? Rocking back and forth. It was like being on a ship, man."
He starts gathering his pouches, pack, umbrella and other gear. One pouch has an abundance of green leaves sticking out of it, and another rattles as glass vials clink against each other.
"But all that spitting was a drag," To'Kurr adds. "Let's get a carriage, man. We can, like, chat on the way."
He continues looking around his chair for something, until he reaches up and checks his head. A broad smile lights up his face when he finds he's still wearing his Cap of Many Colours.
Siszhu remembers Calimsham. One of the few things he can be bothered to regret was Calimsham and the camels. Specifically not punching one in the face…
Siszhu is already in motion as he recalls this regret. “Take horses,” he says as if it has been decided. Whether he intends to rent, buy or steal is unclear but he is headed out and towards the stables…
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"I believe there is a place near the east gate where we can acquire that carriage, and just maybe the horses too."Myles says as the team is leaving the Blade and Stars.
Nephvir walks out of the Blade and Stars, following the others toward the carriage. “Let’s get some transportation there, sort out what’s what. We’ll find little Throck Morton lady, don’t you worry, capisce?”
Megan listens to the group reminisce about some camels, but stays quiet, so glad that she has found a group that is willing to help. But on the way she asks, "I'm sorry, but other than Mr. Ravencroft, I don't believe I know any of your names?"
As the group heads towards the East Gate, Myles veers off the main road to the stables he was talking about. There is a decent size building that appears to house several different sizes of carriages as well as a decent amount of horses in the adjoining stable. Even a couple of mules at the far end. By those two, you notice a man shoveling out fresh straw for their stalls.
“As I told you lady, before you got all agitated back there, the name is Nephvir. You can call me Neph. I know we look a little … odd, but trust me, we’ve got some serious skills that we will put to the task. Your kiddo is as good as found.” Neph walks with a confident light stride, letting someone else speak to the man at the stalls, standing to the side and observing.
Siszhu lets out a bit of a hissing grunt when she asks about names and ignores her. Names don’t eat killer clowns and steal back young. Why she need names? To write thank you letters or swear out arrest warrants? Siszhu cared little for either.
But there. Horses. Siszhu looks at the group, does some mental gymnastics- no easy task for him - then grabs a couple of horses and starts readying them for one of the larger carriages. The guy taking straw? Siszhu ignores him. One of the others will intercept and deal with him… Or not. Either way, Siszhu has already picked out the carriage and horses he’s taking.
((Animal Handling - 10. But he can brute force them past their resistance to the snake guy?))
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Expecting at least most of the team to be able to speak for themselves and answer the client regarding their names, Myles decides to talk to man with the shovel. "Excuse me, my associates and I have the immediate need of a carriage to take us and the lady over there to Fernwood. Preferably drawn by the the horses Siszhu over there already seems fond of. And don't let his appearance decieve you, I can assure you they will not be eaten." The investigor politely explains, winking at the end, while producing a farly large pouch of gold.
As the large yuan-ti attempts to bridle and remove the two horses he has chosen, they both return the favor by bucking, rearing, biting at Siszhu and making all sorts of commotion. The man that was shoveling straw stands there in mid scoop, mouth open as he stares at what is going on.
Myles steps forward to the man and tries to get his attention, but for the moment, he just stands there. His single response is, "Eaten?"
A door located beyond the carriages opens at the commotion and a dwarf comes stomping out. He has a bald head other than the low ring of gray hair that wraps around behind his ears, a long gray beard that about comes to his knees and is wearing what looks like overalls. "What in the nine hells is going on out here?" Then he sees Siszhu attempting to take hold of a pair of his horses and his ears turn red with anger. "You!! What do you think you're doing, get your hands off Nance and Chitty! They's not yours! Ernie, make sure he does." He addresses this last part to the man with the shovel.
He then walks over to where a pitchfork leans against the wall and arms himself with it, oblivious to the rest of the group.
“Nans and Shitty needed for us to save the woman’s young,” Siszhu answers the dwarf without interrupting his attempt to prepare the horses. He could have prepared better, gone through his ritual to speak with animals, but wrangling these beasts surely won’t prove difficult enough to warrant that.
“Don’t make me kill one to teach the other to submit,” Siszhu says. He says it to the horses not considering the people may misconstrue the words.
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"No need for that I'm sure."Myles says in a calm but firm voice, stepping closer to the dwarf that's apparently in charge. "We are here to rent, or hire if that is your preference, a carriage to take us to Fernwood." He continues holding out the large puch of golden coins for the dwarf. Siszhu always brought an added challenge to any negotioations during their cases, but the massive Yuan-Ti usually made up for that when words were not enough, usually...
Persuasion to hopefully calm the dwarf down and accept the gold offered for the carriage: 14 Another roll if somehow provided with a help action: 25
After having been rudely and unceremoniously dumped onto the ground by Megan at the Blade and Stars, Necyra trots off in a huff while calling out "How rude, lady!" She keeps her distance as the group approaches the carriages, finally polymorphing back into her normal humanoid form after seeing Siszhu's poor attempt at handling the horses.
"You need to talk to them, my gruff friend! They're quite friendly!" she lightly chides Siszhu, in jest. With all the commotion going on between the shit shoveler and the brusque dwarf, Necyra gently approaches the horses from the front, and speaks to them in their native tongue of whinnies and neighs. Well hello there, my fine friends! My name is Necyra, and I understand you're Nance and Chitty? What beautiful names you have! I'm very pleased to meet you, and hope we can become friends! Please excuse my friend Siszhu here, for he knows not of your kind.
Necyra has Speech of the Woods: Beasts can understand your speech, and you gain the ability to decipher their noises and motions.
She then turns towards Myles and the dwarf and calls out in common "No need to get all aflutter here, gentlemen! I'm sure we can arrange a fine business exchange here, suitable to all parties involved. My colleague Myles here can be quite convincing with his gold, you see. Hear him out - and be handsomely rewarded!"
The dwarf stares at Siszhu not comprehending until he says kill one to show the other and his eyes go wide. The stable hand hears that as well and grips his shovel a different way, stepping towards the yuan-ti, ready to intervene for the horses.
As To'Kurr offers beer, the dwarf and stable hand are way too engaged with Siszhu and the possibility of him killing one of their horses to even consider it. Exhausted Megan however, standing back from the whole ordeal takes a long pull from the jug, then wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "Thank you. To'Kurr was it? Interesting name."
As Necyra steps up to attempt to calm the horses, Myles does get the dwarfs attention with the jingle of the gold.
"Fernwood you say?" he scratches his beard and looks up at the investigator, "Why, either way, you looking to rent or do you need a driver?"
"Rent would be preferable..."The investigator calmly explains with a polite smile to the beard-scratching dwarf. "...and yes, a driver too if possible, one that can take us there immediately, the lady's son might be in grave danger." Myles says, briefly inclining his head towards their client. "I'm sure we will be able to make it worth your while."He continues, hoping to keep the dwarf's attention and not having him distracted by Siszhu's horse strangling wrangling, then giving Necyra an appreciative look for trying to handle the situation with the Yuan-Ti.
Now that the dwarf has calmed a little, To'Kurr offer him some of the beer.
"It's all just rent, man." To'Kurr says. "You can never truly own them."
He smiles at Megan again, in what he thinks as a reassuring manner, but what looks more likely as an old stoner starting to fall asleep. To'Kurr blinks his eyes a few times and then starts getting gear loaded and stowed on to the carriage. Despite his appearance and smell, when he gets to work there's evidence of a very sharp mind operating.
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Siszhu scrapes the meat off of a bone, licks his lips then bites the bone in half and starts chewing. “To'Kurr is not early riser,” he points out between crunches. The young likely dead already and this Slappyjack does not sound like he is fleeing so Siszhu feels no rush to leave. But truth is truth and To'Kurr sleeps later than any and is useless for long time after.
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
To'Kurr smiles over at Siszhu.
"Hey man, if we have to boogie, I can, like be ready to move by 11," To'Kurr says. "You know, first thing in the morning."
He pauses for a moment, looking at Siszhu as he does.
"Maybe 11:30, man."
To'Kurr looks around the tavern and then back to the group.
"Yeah, man. Maybe we should just split for Fernwood now."
As Myles seems to slow things down, Megan gets ramped up. "No, Happy Jack did not lock it up!" then looking at Nephvir, "And yes, there is a hall of mirrors of course, but no, they are not lost in there either. You all aren't listening!"
And she stops petting the cat, puts her elbows on the table and rests her forehead in her hands.
She looks up with a little bit of hope when To'Kurr mentions heading to Fernwood and starts nodding, and then.. "What? Morning? Are you kidding? It takes a day and a half to get there!"
Megan holds her breath and when leaving now is mentioned, she pops up from her chair, unceremoniously dumping Necyra on the floor as she does. "Yes, now! Can we please?"
Siszhu was not wrong, adventuring with To'Kurr was not without generous off-duty time for the old man to enjoy his weed and other substances to widen his mind. "We should get steeds for eveyone to hasten our journey there." Myles says, nodding for the others to follow along, there was apparently no way to make Megan tell a coherent story but maybe once on the road...
"Oh yeah, good thinking, Myles," To'Kurr says. "Do you think the stable dudes have, like, camels? Do you remember Calimsham? All the camels? Rocking back and forth. It was like being on a ship, man."
He starts gathering his pouches, pack, umbrella and other gear. One pouch has an abundance of green leaves sticking out of it, and another rattles as glass vials clink against each other.
"But all that spitting was a drag," To'Kurr adds. "Let's get a carriage, man. We can, like, chat on the way."
He continues looking around his chair for something, until he reaches up and checks his head. A broad smile lights up his face when he finds he's still wearing his Cap of Many Colours.
Siszhu remembers Calimsham. One of the few things he can be bothered to regret was Calimsham and the camels. Specifically not punching one in the face…
Siszhu is already in motion as he recalls this regret. “Take horses,” he says as if it has been decided. Whether he intends to rent, buy or steal is unclear but he is headed out and towards the stables…
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
"I believe there is a place near the east gate where we can acquire that carriage, and just maybe the horses too." Myles says as the team is leaving the Blade and Stars.
Nephvir walks out of the Blade and Stars, following the others toward the carriage. “Let’s get some transportation there, sort out what’s what. We’ll find little Throck Morton lady, don’t you worry, capisce?”
Megan listens to the group reminisce about some camels, but stays quiet, so glad that she has found a group that is willing to help. But on the way she asks, "I'm sorry, but other than Mr. Ravencroft, I don't believe I know any of your names?"
As the group heads towards the East Gate, Myles veers off the main road to the stables he was talking about. There is a decent size building that appears to house several different sizes of carriages as well as a decent amount of horses in the adjoining stable. Even a couple of mules at the far end. By those two, you notice a man shoveling out fresh straw for their stalls.
“As I told you lady, before you got all agitated back there, the name is Nephvir. You can call me Neph. I know we look a little … odd, but trust me, we’ve got some serious skills that we will put to the task. Your kiddo is as good as found.” Neph walks with a confident light stride, letting someone else speak to the man at the stalls, standing to the side and observing.
Siszhu lets out a bit of a hissing grunt when she asks about names and ignores her. Names don’t eat killer clowns and steal back young. Why she need names? To write thank you letters or swear out arrest warrants? Siszhu cared little for either.
But there. Horses. Siszhu looks at the group, does some mental gymnastics- no easy task for him - then grabs a couple of horses and starts readying them for one of the larger carriages. The guy taking straw? Siszhu ignores him. One of the others will intercept and deal with him… Or not. Either way, Siszhu has already picked out the carriage and horses he’s taking.
((Animal Handling - 10. But he can brute force them past their resistance to the snake guy?))
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Expecting at least most of the team to be able to speak for themselves and answer the client regarding their names, Myles decides to talk to man with the shovel. "Excuse me, my associates and I have the immediate need of a carriage to take us and the lady over there to Fernwood. Preferably drawn by the the horses Siszhu over there already seems fond of. And don't let his appearance decieve you, I can assure you they will not be eaten." The investigor politely explains, winking at the end, while producing a farly large pouch of gold.
As the large yuan-ti attempts to bridle and remove the two horses he has chosen, they both return the favor by bucking, rearing, biting at Siszhu and making all sorts of commotion. The man that was shoveling straw stands there in mid scoop, mouth open as he stares at what is going on.
Myles steps forward to the man and tries to get his attention, but for the moment, he just stands there. His single response is, "Eaten?"
A door located beyond the carriages opens at the commotion and a dwarf comes stomping out. He has a bald head other than the low ring of gray hair that wraps around behind his ears, a long gray beard that about comes to his knees and is wearing what looks like overalls. "What in the nine hells is going on out here?" Then he sees Siszhu attempting to take hold of a pair of his horses and his ears turn red with anger. "You!! What do you think you're doing, get your hands off Nance and Chitty! They's not yours! Ernie, make sure he does." He addresses this last part to the man with the shovel.
He then walks over to where a pitchfork leans against the wall and arms himself with it, oblivious to the rest of the group.
“Nans and Shitty needed for us to save the woman’s young,” Siszhu answers the dwarf without interrupting his attempt to prepare the horses. He could have prepared better, gone through his ritual to speak with animals, but wrangling these beasts surely won’t prove difficult enough to warrant that.
“Don’t make me kill one to teach the other to submit,” Siszhu says. He says it to the horses not considering the people may misconstrue the words.
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
To’Kurr manages to catch up with the group after a couple of wrong turns.
”Whoa, so I didn’t dream we were going to the stables. Far out, man.”
Seeing Siszhu struggling with the horses, To’Kurr makes his way over to the big warrior.
”Hey Sis, man. Why don’t you let this dude pick out the right horses for the carriage?”
To’Kurr then brings out his alchemy jug and starts offering beer to all the stable workers to help keep them calm.
He waves at Megan and offers her some beer too. Then he gives her a deep bow.
”I’m To’Kurr, man.”
"No need for that I'm sure." Myles says in a calm but firm voice, stepping closer to the dwarf that's apparently in charge. "We are here to rent, or hire if that is your preference, a carriage to take us to Fernwood." He continues holding out the large puch of golden coins for the dwarf. Siszhu always brought an added challenge to any negotioations during their cases, but the massive Yuan-Ti usually made up for that when words were not enough, usually...
Persuasion to hopefully calm the dwarf down and accept the gold offered for the carriage: 14
Another roll if somehow provided with a help action: 25
After having been rudely and unceremoniously dumped onto the ground by Megan at the Blade and Stars, Necyra trots off in a huff while calling out "How rude, lady!" She keeps her distance as the group approaches the carriages, finally polymorphing back into her normal humanoid form after seeing Siszhu's poor attempt at handling the horses.
"You need to talk to them, my gruff friend! They're quite friendly!" she lightly chides Siszhu, in jest. With all the commotion going on between the shit shoveler and the brusque dwarf, Necyra gently approaches the horses from the front, and speaks to them in their native tongue of whinnies and neighs. Well hello there, my fine friends! My name is Necyra, and I understand you're Nance and Chitty? What beautiful names you have! I'm very pleased to meet you, and hope we can become friends! Please excuse my friend Siszhu here, for he knows not of your kind.
She then turns towards Myles and the dwarf and calls out in common "No need to get all aflutter here, gentlemen! I'm sure we can arrange a fine business exchange here, suitable to all parties involved. My colleague Myles here can be quite convincing with his gold, you see. Hear him out - and be handsomely rewarded!"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
The dwarf stares at Siszhu not comprehending until he says kill one to show the other and his eyes go wide. The stable hand hears that as well and grips his shovel a different way, stepping towards the yuan-ti, ready to intervene for the horses.
As To'Kurr offers beer, the dwarf and stable hand are way too engaged with Siszhu and the possibility of him killing one of their horses to even consider it. Exhausted Megan however, standing back from the whole ordeal takes a long pull from the jug, then wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "Thank you. To'Kurr was it? Interesting name."
As Necyra steps up to attempt to calm the horses, Myles does get the dwarfs attention with the jingle of the gold.
"Fernwood you say?" he scratches his beard and looks up at the investigator, "Why, either way, you looking to rent or do you need a driver?"
"Rent would be preferable..." The investigator calmly explains with a polite smile to the beard-scratching dwarf. "...and yes, a driver too if possible, one that can take us there immediately, the lady's son might be in grave danger." Myles says, briefly inclining his head towards their client. "I'm sure we will be able to make it worth your while." He continues, hoping to keep the dwarf's attention and not having him distracted by Siszhu's horse
stranglingwrangling, then giving Necyra an appreciative look for trying to handle the situation with the Yuan-Ti.Now that the dwarf has calmed a little, To'Kurr offer him some of the beer.
"It's all just rent, man." To'Kurr says. "You can never truly own them."
He smiles at Megan again, in what he thinks as a reassuring manner, but what looks more likely as an old stoner starting to fall asleep. To'Kurr blinks his eyes a few times and then starts getting gear loaded and stowed on to the carriage. Despite his appearance and smell, when he gets to work there's evidence of a very sharp mind operating.