Wallis just looks stunned. An admitted murderer, the death of thr cleric, and the trouble she's in seems to be affecting the ranger a great deal. She looks at Valen then to Kit before looking to Brock.
"We need to leave the city," Wallis says her face pale. "Please," she then adds her tone pleading. "It's nothing but death and destruction waiting here for us..." she looks at the others, "all of us," she adds looking at Kit and Valen before looking back at Brock with slumping shoulders.
Simon peeks out for a moment before disappearing back into her hood.
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"Well, I do believe someone else is more in need of a drink, wouldn't you say?," Valen says leaning in towards the barman. "I can work with this," he says after testing the contents of the glass. Departing to follow the others, he gives the barman a nod.
The nobleman finds a seat up top at a table behind his companions. He makes himself comfortable, kicking his feet up, as they discuss the recent events. "I had my suspicions about that girl. I thought it best to leave the matter to those who cared a bit more." He raises his glass to Kyve and takes a sip. "It is a shame about Segan, though. You cannot blame a father for defending his daughter."
"Sedition!? Now that sounds fun!" he eyes flare. "I would say that it is about time that this end of town to stand up for itself? Some of us have... exceptional resources at our disposal. It would be a shame to let them go to waste. Granted throwing ourselves head-on into every patrol of Watchmen is best course of action... at least not at the beginning." He sits back swirling the glass of wine.
"I see, how ruthless we can both be, are you sure you won't reconsider my offer?" Kyve whispers back to Kit, before again raising his voice slightly so the others can hear. "It is not how it used to be here you know, or perhaps most of you do not..." Kyve muses looking at Valen, Wallis and Brock before looking back at Kit "The Prelate for the district is new, his methods are brutal to say the least, he not like clergymen of Pholtus are supposed to be, he is all law and no light, as they have taken to saying here. Prelate Mrancsi has been in his post for three months but the Cracks have felt the weight of his hand for every minute of it. I do not believe it is accidental, I fear he is trying to destroy the Cracks, although I do not know why. All large places must have an area like this, there must always be a place to fall down to after all." the self-mocking laugh that follows makes several of his associates look at him uneasily, which Kyve acknowledges by waving his hand dismissively "They think I should remember my place, a common thief, but I would see this place saved from destruction, even if the inhabitants seem resigned to their fate."
Looking at Wallis his face grows serious "You are very out of place here in the Cracks half-elf, but I do not think you are stupid, just far from home. Nevertheless, the place you have come to could use your skills and those of your friends. Sometimes the shadows must fight back against the light. We are not saints, but we live and breathe like everyone else and we do not want our homes destroyed and family members taken on some power-crazed priests whim. If you can divert him from his course of action then maybe you can help us make the Cracks better, or at least no worse than they are. Or you can leave, the forests and mountains will surely welcome you back to them."
To Valen he continues "My Lord, you know what it means to have wealth in this city and I think you understand something of the way power can work and probably how it can corrupt. Mrancsi may be a good man, trying too hard, he may be a cruel man pleasing himself but Prelate Mrancsi is causing more harm than good, your skills would be valuable to us, I would be grateful for your assistance, and willing to pay for your services, obviously. We are not wealthy, but we will offer what we can. Brock, we could even use you, I'm sure, even if it is just to cause a diversion as you smash a trail of destruction across town."
"Could any of you see yourselves working with us, trying to restore a bit of safety in the Cracks, possibly toppling Prelate Mrancsi from his position and creating room for a more reasonable Pholtan to govern the law and order here." Kyve beckons one of the men over with a bottle and a number of shot glasses "If so, I have some excellent Ameni firewater here, just waiting to be drunk to seal our partnership."
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Kit gives Kyve a half-smile at his whispered offer, but shakes her head, although perhaps there's a little regret in her eyes as she does so.
Her eyes glitter with pure fury and grief at the mention of the Prelate, and her hands slowly tighten on the railing until her knuckles are white before she takes a deep breath and manages to relax them. A smile slowly starts to spread across her face as Kyve lays out his offer to work with him to try to topple the Prelate. "Now that," she says, eyes sparkling with excitement and perhaps something else, "Is an alliance I would be delighted to make."
Brock would look to Kyve for a moment before grabbing a shot glass. "i'll help ya... but I ain't trading one ******* for another... you got a plan for making sure they don't replace him with someone worse?" He would as he rubs his chin with his free hand. Before listening to the answer, he would shake his head and turn to Wallis. Now holding the glass in both hands, he would take a step towards the half elf and look her in the eye. "Look... I get that this isn't what you wanted... that you want to go home. Well that place you want to go to back to... that isn't my home.. not anymore. I am trying to make THIS place a home worth living in.. not just for me.. but for my sisters and all the other poor saps like me that don't have anywhere else to go." Brock would say as he gestures around him with his hands, still holding the shot glass. "I.. knew you were too good for this place... too pure... but I had hoped that maybe some of you could rub off on the rest of the cracks... and.. i don't know.. maybe make it a little better." Brock would hang his head and look at the floor. "But if you wanna go back home.. then that is fine. Your dad probably wouldn't want to hear that you are hanging around me again anyway..." The muscular fighter would say as he turned to look back to Kyve, holding out the shot glass and waiting for a response and a pour of booze.
Kyve hands a full glass to Kit and smiles and then fills the glass for Brock, nodding his head. "And you two, will you work with me to improve our fair streets and topple a local tyrant. I cannot promise that we will receive someone better as a replacement but generally the appointments have been people who understand the dynamics of the city and enforced order without tearing the Cracks apart doing so. I believe if we can remove Mrancsi we will be pleased with his replacement." Kyve smiles at Wallis and Valen, his lustrous golden hair framing his too-perfect features. In a different setting he could be a prince but here in the Cracks he is certainly playing up to his robber-baron role, self appointed or not.
"There's nothing there for me anymore either since dad died," Wallis says in a whisper to Brock. "I...I see the world isn't so different then back home. How can this place be better? People still lie and cheat. They still kill and hold down those weaker than them regardless of the more I discover of it the less I like it, any of it," she adds looking to Brock then to Kit. "I can't say I don't want to leave and never see this place again but I don't want to be alone so I guess I will stay and help whatever way I can," she adds. Then looking to Valen who looks relaxed and apparently in his element. "I can't....understand how any of you can be so...comfortable here," she adds next with her stunned expression wearing off into anger as she turns looks at Kvye. "I don't work for you," she begins again with a steely tone and expression, "but I'll help my friends," she adds next crossing her arms over her chest defiantly.
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"Of course, and I am truly grateful for your help regardless of why it is given." Kyve offers a drink to Wallis, and looks curiously at Valen, "And you, have I sufficiently piqued your interest?"
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Wallis does drink a mead but just one. She observes her party members paying particular attention to Brock as well as keeping a wary eye out for anyone else. She thinks about the man below who seemed to study them and mention this to the others.
"There was a man below who was watching us when we came in," Wallis begins looking nervous. "I don't know if he's still down there but he seemed...funny when we came in," she adds with a frown and a shrug.
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"Hey Kyve, since we are best friends now, do you know why my friend Wallis here says there was a strange guy watching us when we walked in?" Brock would ask as he points his thumb towards the balcony.
"Ha, Brock, who knows, one day we might actually be friends, but let's not get carried away" the rogue smiles, clapping the pit fighter warmly on the shoulder "Kaed, check it out." A minute later the other man returns carrying a drink which he places untouched on the table "Cordych, certainly seems to be interested in them, not great news." The man then walks off to the other side of the room, talking with several of the other Oilers.
"I see, not very surprising, he isn't that stupid." Kyve looks at Valen, nodding at the warlock "The Blade who can change his face like you, remember you saw him, so to speak here before and I believe you met him at the Hidden Treasure, wearing a different face." There is a little pause at the mention of the recently burned Inn, before Kyve shrugs and continues "He is a Witchfinder, he will be seeing what powers you have and whether or not they need to monitor you, I would suggest caution where possible."
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Deception: 8
OOC: Well the dice roller has a sense of humor. Rather appropriate, lol
Pure, unrestrained fury and grief sweep across Kit's face at the mention of the Witchfinder, a couple tears actually pricking at her eyes before she blinks them back rapidly. It's fortunate her face is turned away from the balcony edge, as it would be clear to anyone, even from the distance between the balcony and the table Cordych is at, that she has a serious bone to pick with, if not the individual man, at least what he represents. Her hand tightens on the balcony railing to the point of her fingernails leaving small marks in the wood before she slowly takes a deep breath, recomposing her features and relaxing her grip. When she speaks, her voice is carefully level. "That is a problem."
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Kyve joins Kit at the balcony (Insight 13) noting the grip on the railing and evidently suspicious of the strong reaction but unsure of the reasoning behind it. "We know him in these parts, seems keen and, like most of them, not our biggest fan but we allow him here because he isn't good enough at staying undetected to trick us and so we feed him snippets of information and sometimes use him to cause trouble for the competition. So, please, don't do anything rash." Turning back to the others he opens his arms grandiously calling over "I think we should eat, let us break bread together and speak of things to come."
"I don't plan to do anything rash," Kit says levelly, taking a moment to further recompose herself and giving the others a smile. "Food sounds good, don't you think?"
"I am starving!" Brock would reply excitedly. "Also.. I lost some of my belongings in the fire... since we are all working together and anything.. is there any chance of uhh... reimbursment?" Brock would ask while wearing a large shitty grin.
Valen will step over to the rail and look below to see what the fuss is about. He takes note of the look of the individual, comparing this look to the one from the first encounter with the individual a couple of days ago.
"Food and wine always pique my interest!" he says returning to the table.
Wallis just looks stunned. An admitted murderer, the death of thr cleric, and the trouble she's in seems to be affecting the ranger a great deal. She looks at Valen then to Kit before looking to Brock.
"We need to leave the city," Wallis says her face pale. "Please," she then adds her tone pleading. "It's nothing but death and destruction waiting here for us..." she looks at the others, "all of us," she adds looking at Kit and Valen before looking back at Brock with slumping shoulders.
Simon peeks out for a moment before disappearing back into her hood.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Well, I do believe someone else is more in need of a drink, wouldn't you say?," Valen says leaning in towards the barman. "I can work with this," he says after testing the contents of the glass. Departing to follow the others, he gives the barman a nod.
The nobleman finds a seat up top at a table behind his companions. He makes himself comfortable, kicking his feet up, as they discuss the recent events. "I had my suspicions about that girl. I thought it best to leave the matter to those who cared a bit more." He raises his glass to Kyve and takes a sip. "It is a shame about Segan, though. You cannot blame a father for defending his daughter."
"Sedition!? Now that sounds fun!" he eyes flare. "I would say that it is about time that this end of town to stand up for itself? Some of us have... exceptional resources at our disposal. It would be a shame to let them go to waste. Granted throwing ourselves head-on into every patrol of Watchmen is best course of action... at least not at the beginning." He sits back swirling the glass of wine.
"I see, how ruthless we can both be, are you sure you won't reconsider my offer?" Kyve whispers back to Kit, before again raising his voice slightly so the others can hear. "It is not how it used to be here you know, or perhaps most of you do not..." Kyve muses looking at Valen, Wallis and Brock before looking back at Kit "The Prelate for the district is new, his methods are brutal to say the least, he not like clergymen of Pholtus are supposed to be, he is all law and no light, as they have taken to saying here. Prelate Mrancsi has been in his post for three months but the Cracks have felt the weight of his hand for every minute of it. I do not believe it is accidental, I fear he is trying to destroy the Cracks, although I do not know why. All large places must have an area like this, there must always be a place to fall down to after all." the self-mocking laugh that follows makes several of his associates look at him uneasily, which Kyve acknowledges by waving his hand dismissively "They think I should remember my place, a common thief, but I would see this place saved from destruction, even if the inhabitants seem resigned to their fate."
Looking at Wallis his face grows serious "You are very out of place here in the Cracks half-elf, but I do not think you are stupid, just far from home. Nevertheless, the place you have come to could use your skills and those of your friends. Sometimes the shadows must fight back against the light. We are not saints, but we live and breathe like everyone else and we do not want our homes destroyed and family members taken on some power-crazed priests whim. If you can divert him from his course of action then maybe you can help us make the Cracks better, or at least no worse than they are. Or you can leave, the forests and mountains will surely welcome you back to them."
To Valen he continues "My Lord, you know what it means to have wealth in this city and I think you understand something of the way power can work and probably how it can corrupt. Mrancsi may be a good man, trying too hard, he may be a cruel man pleasing himself but Prelate Mrancsi is causing more harm than good, your skills would be valuable to us, I would be grateful for your assistance, and willing to pay for your services, obviously. We are not wealthy, but we will offer what we can. Brock, we could even use you, I'm sure, even if it is just to cause a diversion as you smash a trail of destruction across town."
"Could any of you see yourselves working with us, trying to restore a bit of safety in the Cracks, possibly toppling Prelate Mrancsi from his position and creating room for a more reasonable Pholtan to govern the law and order here." Kyve beckons one of the men over with a bottle and a number of shot glasses "If so, I have some excellent Ameni firewater here, just waiting to be drunk to seal our partnership."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Kit gives Kyve a half-smile at his whispered offer, but shakes her head, although perhaps there's a little regret in her eyes as she does so.
Her eyes glitter with pure fury and grief at the mention of the Prelate, and her hands slowly tighten on the railing until her knuckles are white before she takes a deep breath and manages to relax them. A smile slowly starts to spread across her face as Kyve lays out his offer to work with him to try to topple the Prelate. "Now that," she says, eyes sparkling with excitement and perhaps something else, "Is an alliance I would be delighted to make."
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Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
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Brock would look to Kyve for a moment before grabbing a shot glass. "i'll help ya... but I ain't trading one ******* for another... you got a plan for making sure they don't replace him with someone worse?" He would as he rubs his chin with his free hand. Before listening to the answer, he would shake his head and turn to Wallis. Now holding the glass in both hands, he would take a step towards the half elf and look her in the eye. "Look... I get that this isn't what you wanted... that you want to go home. Well that place you want to go to back to... that isn't my home.. not anymore. I am trying to make THIS place a home worth living in.. not just for me.. but for my sisters and all the other poor saps like me that don't have anywhere else to go." Brock would say as he gestures around him with his hands, still holding the shot glass. "I.. knew you were too good for this place... too pure... but I had hoped that maybe some of you could rub off on the rest of the cracks... and.. i don't know.. maybe make it a little better." Brock would hang his head and look at the floor. "But if you wanna go back home.. then that is fine. Your dad probably wouldn't want to hear that you are hanging around me again anyway..." The muscular fighter would say as he turned to look back to Kyve, holding out the shot glass and waiting for a response and a pour of booze.
Kyve hands a full glass to Kit and smiles and then fills the glass for Brock, nodding his head. "And you two, will you work with me to improve our fair streets and topple a local tyrant. I cannot promise that we will receive someone better as a replacement but generally the appointments have been people who understand the dynamics of the city and enforced order without tearing the Cracks apart doing so. I believe if we can remove Mrancsi we will be pleased with his replacement." Kyve smiles at Wallis and Valen, his lustrous golden hair framing his too-perfect features. In a different setting he could be a prince but here in the Cracks he is certainly playing up to his robber-baron role, self appointed or not.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
"There's nothing there for me anymore either since dad died," Wallis says in a whisper to Brock. "I...I see the world isn't so different then back home. How can this place be better? People still lie and cheat. They still kill and hold down those weaker than them regardless of the more I discover of it the less I like it, any of it," she adds looking to Brock then to Kit. "I can't say I don't want to leave and never see this place again but I don't want to be alone so I guess I will stay and help whatever way I can," she adds. Then looking to Valen who looks relaxed and apparently in his element. "I can't....understand how any of you can be so...comfortable here," she adds next with her stunned expression wearing off into anger as she turns looks at Kvye. "I don't work for you," she begins again with a steely tone and expression, "but I'll help my friends," she adds next crossing her arms over her chest defiantly.
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"Of course, and I am truly grateful for your help regardless of why it is given." Kyve offers a drink to Wallis, and looks curiously at Valen, "And you, have I sufficiently piqued your interest?"
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
"Do you even need to ask? Why I do believe it was my idea after all," he says with a crooked smile and then downs his glass of wine.
"So, is it safe to have a second drink now," he asks of Lila.
Kit rolls her eyes at Valen. "Safety didn't stop you before," she says dryly before grinning at Kyve and lifting her glass. "To going down fighting."
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Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
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Wallis does drink a mead but just one. She observes her party members paying particular attention to Brock as well as keeping a wary eye out for anyone else. She thinks about the man below who seemed to study them and mention this to the others.
"There was a man below who was watching us when we came in," Wallis begins looking nervous. "I don't know if he's still down there but he seemed...funny when we came in," she adds with a frown and a shrug.
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Kit frowns. "Not good." She tosses a casual glance down from the balcony, seeing if she spots anyone funny.
Perception: 16
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Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
"Hey Kyve, since we are best friends now, do you know why my friend Wallis here says there was a strange guy watching us when we walked in?" Brock would ask as he points his thumb towards the balcony.
"Ha, Brock, who knows, one day we might actually be friends, but let's not get carried away" the rogue smiles, clapping the pit fighter warmly on the shoulder "Kaed, check it out." A minute later the other man returns carrying a drink which he places untouched on the table "Cordych, certainly seems to be interested in them, not great news." The man then walks off to the other side of the room, talking with several of the other Oilers.
"I see, not very surprising, he isn't that stupid." Kyve looks at Valen, nodding at the warlock "The Blade who can change his face like you, remember you saw him, so to speak here before and I believe you met him at the Hidden Treasure, wearing a different face." There is a little pause at the mention of the recently burned Inn, before Kyve shrugs and continues "He is a Witchfinder, he will be seeing what powers you have and whether or not they need to monitor you, I would suggest caution where possible."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Deception: 8
OOC: Well the dice roller has a sense of humor. Rather appropriate, lol
Pure, unrestrained fury and grief sweep across Kit's face at the mention of the Witchfinder, a couple tears actually pricking at her eyes before she blinks them back rapidly. It's fortunate her face is turned away from the balcony edge, as it would be clear to anyone, even from the distance between the balcony and the table Cordych is at, that she has a serious bone to pick with, if not the individual man, at least what he represents. Her hand tightens on the balcony railing to the point of her fingernails leaving small marks in the wood before she slowly takes a deep breath, recomposing her features and relaxing her grip. When she speaks, her voice is carefully level. "That is a problem."
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Kyve joins Kit at the balcony (Insight 13) noting the grip on the railing and evidently suspicious of the strong reaction but unsure of the reasoning behind it. "We know him in these parts, seems keen and, like most of them, not our biggest fan but we allow him here because he isn't good enough at staying undetected to trick us and so we feed him snippets of information and sometimes use him to cause trouble for the competition. So, please, don't do anything rash." Turning back to the others he opens his arms grandiously calling over "I think we should eat, let us break bread together and speak of things to come."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
"I don't plan to do anything rash," Kit says levelly, taking a moment to further recompose herself and giving the others a smile. "Food sounds good, don't you think?"
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Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
"I am starving!" Brock would reply excitedly. "Also.. I lost some of my belongings in the fire... since we are all working together and anything.. is there any chance of uhh... reimbursment?" Brock would ask while wearing a large shitty grin.
Valen will step over to the rail and look below to see what the fuss is about. He takes note of the look of the individual, comparing this look to the one from the first encounter with the individual a couple of days ago.
"Food and wine always pique my interest!" he says returning to the table.
"Food would be ok," Wallis says softly her expression still suspicious.
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