Tyriok slightly bows to the man running the shop, "Lovely shop you have here! My buddy and I were wondering if you had anything that can be used for healing?"
Thrash - this guy is being pretty casual about the whole thing, perhaps he doesn't quite understand the gravity of the situation.
OTC - The man sees you yelling at the napkins, "We're headed this way miss, follow the sound of my voice. What were you folks up to that led to all these 'chopping noises'?"
Tyriok - the man behind the counter gives you a small grin, "Of course we do, let me see.."and he searches around the shelf behind him before setting two common health potions on the counter, "We got these little guys right here, 500 gold a piece"
***So help me if I am mistaken but will she regain her HP if we take a long rest in the inn? I am worried about this stranger going out and telling people about the hurt strangers in the inn... especially since he seems not to really care too much about her well-being..***
Thrash will reply to the man "We just escaped from the murder house down the street... We left it a pile of rubble behind us... YOU'RE WELCOME!" thrash will try to clam himself down, looking to Rajiira.. "We just need a place to rest... She is stable for now and we all need a chance to recover...."
“Thrash!” Tisnip can exactly kick her lizard folk companion to keep him quiet so she’ll raise her voice and glare. She’s uneasy about this place as well but she doesn’t want to start a fight that they might not be able to win. Not with half of their party gone or unable to fight and Thrash as beat up as he is. “I doubt this kind man wants to hear about all that. Let’s just thank him for the help and the room, yes?
Tyriok - "Sorry friend, the price is the price. If you need it, you'll pay for it. Perhaps I can offer you this simple healers kit instead. Only 50 gold."
Thrash - "Murder house? Not sure what you mean, but here is a room you can rent for the night. Will one room be enough? Also i'll send someone to death fetch Father Donavich for you."
"You must think we are fools to offer us goods ten times what they are worth! Do we look like rich merchants who have mores coins than brains? And I KNOW that your townsfolk can not afford these outrageous prices. So either deal fairly with us, or be cursed." Alustine points at the 'merchant,' and an ominous roll of thunder can be heard throughout the shop, as if it were actually in the shop...
Allustine - the shopkeeper looks mildly shocked at your thunderous theatrics. "Parriwimple, please come out here, I require your assistance." and a large muscular man emerges from a back room and sees you two standing there. "Yes uncle? Did you need something?" he says, looking at the shopkeeper expectantly. "I don't know friends, do I need my nephew's assistance?"
Thrash will look to the man and reply "Better make it two rooms. There are six of us total... I think we should probably split up 3 to a room so there is enough room for everyone to lay down... Thrash will follow Tisnip into whatever room he takes Rajiira. Once Tisnip lays her down on the bed he will Collapse into the nearby chair and rest his head in his hands... "This is all my fault...." Thrash will mutter to himself
Thrash - "Its no problem, all our rooms are empty. It's 2 gold per room per night. I'll put you down for all 3. I'll go get you your keys and have someone go retrieve the Father. Did you need anything else?"
**Rajiira - a few minutes after you all get settled in your room you can regain consciousness. Back to 1hp**
Thrash will refuse to Leave Rajiira, Choosing to sit in the chair with his head in his hands.... Claws starting to dig into the back of his scaly head. Angry at himself for letting his friend get hurt so badly.
This is my fault... I should have tried harder to stop her from jumping through the door.... My weakness puts everyone around me in danger... Thrash will say to himself, the unconscious Rajiira, and Tisnip if she is still in the room.
Allustine - the shopkeeper looks mildly shocked at your thunderous theatrics. "Parriwimple, please come out here, I require your assistance." and a large muscular man emerges from a back room and sees you two standing there. "Yes uncle? Did you need something?" he says, looking at the shopkeeper expectantly. "I don't know friends, do I need my nephew's assistance?"
"If your nephew can convince you to offer fair prices, then yes, by all means use his assistance. If you intend to continue your charade of being an honest merchant, then we will shake the dust off of our boots and be done with you." The tiefling will glare a the shop owner for a long moment, his solid red eyes shining in the light. He will then move towards the door, exiting unless the owner offers a better deal - and causing all flames inside the store to change to a bright violet color as he leaves. (Thaumaturgy again! =)
Tisnip will settle Rajiira comfortably on the bed, removing her weapons, and she’ll go grab some water and rags to start cleaning her up. “There's nothing wrong with being cautious, especially in a creepy murder house where the house itself wanted to kill us. In my opinion you could both stand to be a little more cautious, Alustine and I can only manage so many spells in a day to heal you when you go jumping at sod monsters or killer doors.” She’ll shake her head but give Thrash a kind smile. “You both were really amazing in there though, I have to admit. I want to be that heroic someday....but more carefully so.”
Tyriok glares at the shopkeep as he leaves and waves his hands around forming sigils while muttering an arcane incantation casting Prestidigitation. A symbol of a middle finger forms on the counter right in front of the man as Tyriok closes the door. Once he reaches the inn he snaps his fingers getting rid of the symbol.
((That's all if he doesn't give us a better deal.))
After a long, long while, Rajiira would awaken. Her breathing had been ragged the entire time she had been carried, and even as she rested. She was deathly still, which was odd for her, since every limb of hers was always moving atleast a little, as if she had too much energy. Her body had been lacerated in several spots, in a bloody spiral down her small frame due to her momentum, which may have been all that saved her from actually being chopped in half or worse. She pulled her tongue into her maw. Her voice was raspy as she spoke, having only heard Tisnips last comments, saying weakly through ragged, shaky breaths - Tisnip.... What we did was not heroic. We were doing what had to be done, or, atleast... what we.. thought had to be done in the moment. Let this one tell you... something my journeys have taught me, though Rajiira is still young. There is no such thing as Fate, orrr Destiny. Or any other word that... means the same. She sucked in air, struggling to hold it for a moment before gasping several times, coughing several more, and eventually regaining her composure.
It is a lie, by the gods to keep you where you are. To make you follow thier whims. Rajiira apologizes if this .. insults you, as this one thinks you follow one yourself. Howeverr, consider this, friend. Every deity, and every pantheon did not originally exist, many are replaced with newer versions of themself, either chosen by the deity itself.. or created by it's followers. By this, Rajiira means.. if you yourself could convince a large enough group to worship you as one, you yourself, would become a god. The gods hide this fact, to keep you in place, so that you never rise above your station.
Rajiira swallowed, hard her throat seeming more parched from speaking, she had lost a lot of blood, and her fur was matted where it had dried. Rajiira says this, not to dissuade you from your faith, if you have one. Rather to tell you, you must take your life into your own hands, no matter where it may lead you. For it is the only true freedom there is. It seems some of this one's own choices have led to loss. Though Rajiira lives, she will have a much easier time sighting down her arrows.
She says, opening her left eye, the one that had been smashed by the living armor before. Revealing the eye to be catalytic grey, the vivid emerald iris that had been there was now a dull faded green, and the brow hung forever lower by a margin than it should have. She could no longer see more than faded colors through it in such a blur, the world was indistinguishable aside from that. Her right eye was fine, aside from a blade mark, that would likely leave a scar on brow and cheek.
Then, speaking to both Rajiira is sorry to have troubled you, and is thankful you went through the trouble to save her. If anyone else helped me, that I am unaware of, send them my thanks as well. And neither of you blame yourselves. Rajiira did what she did. No one made her, and nothing would stop her from doing it again.
Rajiira does, however, have two favors to ask. A slight smirk appearing on her face. Rajiira is thirsty and too weak to move, can one of you fetch me some water. And the other.. heheheheh..
she chuckled, sighing just thinking about it. Play a little joke on the blind one for me. Tell her Rajiira is right behind her.... and... and... hmm. That Rajiira is sorry for her comments. Then, have her shake some random persons hand as if they were me. if she questions why my hand has no pawpads, or fur, say it was shaved off with the blades. Then, stick that little head she gave me earlier in her pack. I will apologize to her honestly later, but Rajiira wishes to mess with her a bit. Tis funny.
Tisnip will go get Rajiira that water and smile a bit. “She probably heard you say that, if she’s close. Amazing hearing, that druid has.” She won’t say much toward the bit about destiny, she fiercely believes that she has one and that she will fulfill it some day. On the matter of gods though... “I don’t take any offense to your beliefs, don’t worry. I don’t believe in Ilmater just because he’s a god, I believe in his work and the work of the people who were also inspired by him. If he’d simply been a man I’d do the same, which is what you mean, I think? There are so many gods but they and their followers just seemed so..preachy to me. Ilmater was the first one that seemed to cut through all the gilded fuss.”
Thrash will lift his head from his hands when he hears Rajiira's voice. He will remain sitting in the chair and listen to her as she tries to speak to Tisnip. When Rajiira finishes and heads out the door, Thash will kneel down beside her bed and hold her paw in his claw "I am glad you are not dead..." A small smile spreading across his face. "I know Tisnip is getting you water, but I do have a little bit left here in my waterskin. Hopefully this helps you a little until she returns..." Thrash will pull out his water skin and hold it to her lips while gently supporting her head with his other hand. After she is done finishing the little bit of water that was in his waterskin he will put it back on his belt. "I guess it is up to me to play your tricks on OTC... I only hope she does not take it the wrong way or I may end up in bed with you..." Thrash will hold his hands up and shoot to his feet, quickly shaking his head " I mean like you... " A look of panic and embarrassment flooding his face before it is replaced with a look of pain as his hands move to hold his battered side... he will then take a step towards Rajiira and place a small kiss on the top of her head before moving towards the doorway, grabbing the shunken head on his way out. As he reaches the door, he will place an obsidian scaled hand along the door frame to support his weight. Looking back towards Rajiira he will say to her "I hope I did not make you feel uncomfortable... kissing you on the head... I just... I know your kiss helped me to feel better when we were in that damn house" His eyes will move from her to the floor... "I had hoped that I would never feel fear again once that child left my body.... Turns out I was wrong... I... I thought you might..." Thrash will look from the floor to Rajiira again, his green eyes glossy... before turning and heading out the door.
"Hey Only-The-Cold! Good news!" Thrash will yell as he heads out the doorway, wiping his eyes.
Tyriok slightly bows to the man running the shop, "Lovely shop you have here! My buddy and I were wondering if you had anything that can be used for healing?"
Kandalou Dle'tan - Level 9 Githyanki Fighter (Champion) - Rrakkma PbP
Thrash - this guy is being pretty casual about the whole thing, perhaps he doesn't quite understand the gravity of the situation.
OTC - The man sees you yelling at the napkins, "We're headed this way miss, follow the sound of my voice. What were you folks up to that led to all these 'chopping noises'?"
Tyriok - the man behind the counter gives you a small grin, "Of course we do, let me see.." and he searches around the shelf behind him before setting two common health potions on the counter, "We got these little guys right here, 500 gold a piece"
***So help me if I am mistaken but will she regain her HP if we take a long rest in the inn? I am worried about this stranger going out and telling people about the hurt strangers in the inn... especially since he seems not to really care too much about her well-being..***
Tyriok's face forms into that of a shocked nature, "500? Couldn't you cut us a deal? Our friend is gravely injured..."
Persuasion: 15
Kandalou Dle'tan - Level 9 Githyanki Fighter (Champion) - Rrakkma PbP
Thrash will reply to the man "We just escaped from the murder house down the street... We left it a pile of rubble behind us... YOU'RE WELCOME!" thrash will try to clam himself down, looking to Rajiira.. "We just need a place to rest... She is stable for now and we all need a chance to recover...."
“Thrash!” Tisnip can exactly kick her lizard folk companion to keep him quiet so she’ll raise her voice and glare. She’s uneasy about this place as well but she doesn’t want to start a fight that they might not be able to win. Not with half of their party gone or unable to fight and Thrash as beat up as he is. “I doubt this kind man wants to hear about all that. Let’s just thank him for the help and the room, yes?
Tyriok - "Sorry friend, the price is the price. If you need it, you'll pay for it. Perhaps I can offer you this simple healers kit instead. Only 50 gold."
Thrash - "Murder house? Not sure what you mean, but here is a room you can rent for the night. Will one room be enough? Also i'll send someone to
deathfetch Father Donavich for you."Tyriok will turn to Alustine, "What do you think? Get the healer's kit?"
Kandalou Dle'tan - Level 9 Githyanki Fighter (Champion) - Rrakkma PbP
(("Someone to death father donovitch"?))
Occassional Dungeon Master.
"You must think we are fools to offer us goods ten times what they are worth! Do we look like rich merchants who have mores coins than brains? And I KNOW that your townsfolk can not afford these outrageous prices. So either deal fairly with us, or be cursed." Alustine points at the 'merchant,' and an ominous roll of thunder can be heard throughout the shop, as if it were actually in the shop...
(OOC: Casting Thaumaturgy.)
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
Rajiira - *fetch
Allustine - the shopkeeper looks mildly shocked at your thunderous theatrics. "Parriwimple, please come out here, I require your assistance." and a large muscular man emerges from a back room and sees you two standing there. "Yes uncle? Did you need something?" he says, looking at the shopkeeper expectantly. "I don't know friends, do I need my nephew's assistance?"
Thrash will look to the man and reply "Better make it two rooms. There are six of us total... I think we should probably split up 3 to a room so there is enough room for everyone to lay down... Thrash will follow Tisnip into whatever room he takes Rajiira. Once Tisnip lays her down on the bed he will Collapse into the nearby chair and rest his head in his hands... "This is all my fault...." Thrash will mutter to himself
Thrash - "Its no problem, all our rooms are empty. It's 2 gold per room per night. I'll put you down for all 3. I'll go get you your keys and have someone go retrieve the Father. Did you need anything else?"
**Rajiira - a few minutes after you all get settled in your room you can regain consciousness. Back to 1hp**
Thrash will refuse to Leave Rajiira, Choosing to sit in the chair with his head in his hands.... Claws starting to dig into the back of his scaly head. Angry at himself for letting his friend get hurt so badly.
This is my fault... I should have tried harder to stop her from jumping through the door.... My weakness puts everyone around me in danger... Thrash will say to himself, the unconscious Rajiira, and Tisnip if she is still in the room.
"If your nephew can convince you to offer fair prices, then yes, by all means use his assistance. If you intend to continue your charade of being an honest merchant, then we will shake the dust off of our boots and be done with you." The tiefling will glare a the shop owner for a long moment, his solid red eyes shining in the light. He will then move towards the door, exiting unless the owner offers a better deal - and causing all flames inside the store to change to a bright violet color as he leaves. (Thaumaturgy again! =)
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
Tisnip will settle Rajiira comfortably on the bed, removing her weapons, and she’ll go grab some water and rags to start cleaning her up. “There's nothing wrong with being cautious, especially in a creepy murder house where the house itself wanted to kill us. In my opinion you could both stand to be a little more cautious, Alustine and I can only manage so many spells in a day to heal you when you go jumping at sod monsters or killer doors.” She’ll shake her head but give Thrash a kind smile. “You both were really amazing in there though, I have to admit. I want to be that heroic someday....but more carefully so.”
Tyriok glares at the shopkeep as he leaves and waves his hands around forming sigils while muttering an arcane incantation casting Prestidigitation. A symbol of a middle finger forms on the counter right in front of the man as Tyriok closes the door. Once he reaches the inn he snaps his fingers getting rid of the symbol.
((That's all if he doesn't give us a better deal.))
Kandalou Dle'tan - Level 9 Githyanki Fighter (Champion) - Rrakkma PbP
After a long, long while, Rajiira would awaken. Her breathing had been ragged the entire time she had been carried, and even as she rested. She was deathly still, which was odd for her, since every limb of hers was always moving atleast a little, as if she had too much energy. Her body had been lacerated in several spots, in a bloody spiral down her small frame due to her momentum, which may have been all that saved her from actually being chopped in half or worse. She pulled her tongue into her maw. Her voice was raspy as she spoke, having only heard Tisnips last comments, saying weakly through ragged, shaky breaths - Tisnip.... What we did was not heroic. We were doing what had to be done, or, atleast... what we.. thought had to be done in the moment. Let this one tell you... something my journeys have taught me, though Rajiira is still young. There is no such thing as Fate, orrr Destiny. Or any other word that... means the same. She sucked in air, struggling to hold it for a moment before gasping several times, coughing several more, and eventually regaining her composure.
It is a lie, by the gods to keep you where you are. To make you follow thier whims. Rajiira apologizes if this .. insults you, as this one thinks you follow one yourself. Howeverr, consider this, friend. Every deity, and every pantheon did not originally exist, many are replaced with newer versions of themself, either chosen by the deity itself.. or created by it's followers. By this, Rajiira means.. if you yourself could convince a large enough group to worship you as one, you yourself, would become a god. The gods hide this fact, to keep you in place, so that you never rise above your station.
Rajiira swallowed, hard her throat seeming more parched from speaking, she had lost a lot of blood, and her fur was matted where it had dried. Rajiira says this, not to dissuade you from your faith, if you have one. Rather to tell you, you must take your life into your own hands, no matter where it may lead you. For it is the only true freedom there is. It seems some of this one's own choices have led to loss. Though Rajiira lives, she will have a much easier time sighting down her arrows.
She says, opening her left eye, the one that had been smashed by the living armor before. Revealing the eye to be catalytic grey, the vivid emerald iris that had been there was now a dull faded green, and the brow hung forever lower by a margin than it should have. She could no longer see more than faded colors through it in such a blur, the world was indistinguishable aside from that. Her right eye was fine, aside from a blade mark, that would likely leave a scar on brow and cheek.
Then, speaking to both Rajiira is sorry to have troubled you, and is thankful you went through the trouble to save her. If anyone else helped me, that I am unaware of, send them my thanks as well. And neither of you blame yourselves. Rajiira did what she did. No one made her, and nothing would stop her from doing it again.
Rajiira does, however, have two favors to ask. A slight smirk appearing on her face. Rajiira is thirsty and too weak to move, can one of you fetch me some water. And the other.. heheheheh..
she chuckled, sighing just thinking about it. Play a little joke on the blind one for me. Tell her Rajiira is right behind her.... and... and... hmm. That Rajiira is sorry for her comments. Then, have her shake some random persons hand as if they were me. if she questions why my hand has no pawpads, or fur, say it was shaved off with the blades. Then, stick that little head she gave me earlier in her pack. I will apologize to her honestly later, but Rajiira wishes to mess with her a bit. Tis funny.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Tisnip will go get Rajiira that water and smile a bit. “She probably heard you say that, if she’s close. Amazing hearing, that druid has.” She won’t say much toward the bit about destiny, she fiercely believes that she has one and that she will fulfill it some day. On the matter of gods though... “I don’t take any offense to your beliefs, don’t worry. I don’t believe in Ilmater just because he’s a god, I believe in his work and the work of the people who were also inspired by him. If he’d simply been a man I’d do the same, which is what you mean, I think? There are so many gods but they and their followers just seemed so..preachy to me. Ilmater was the first one that seemed to cut through all the gilded fuss.”
Thrash will lift his head from his hands when he hears Rajiira's voice. He will remain sitting in the chair and listen to her as she tries to speak to Tisnip. When Rajiira finishes and heads out the door, Thash will kneel down beside her bed and hold her paw in his claw "I am glad you are not dead..." A small smile spreading across his face. "I know Tisnip is getting you water, but I do have a little bit left here in my waterskin. Hopefully this helps you a little until she returns..." Thrash will pull out his water skin and hold it to her lips while gently supporting her head with his other hand. After she is done finishing the little bit of water that was in his waterskin he will put it back on his belt. "I guess it is up to me to play your tricks on OTC... I only hope she does not take it the wrong way or I may end up in bed with you..." Thrash will hold his hands up and shoot to his feet, quickly shaking his head " I mean like you... " A look of panic and embarrassment flooding his face before it is replaced with a look of pain as his hands move to hold his battered side... he will then take a step towards Rajiira and place a small kiss on the top of her head before moving towards the doorway, grabbing the shunken head on his way out. As he reaches the door, he will place an obsidian scaled hand along the door frame to support his weight. Looking back towards Rajiira he will say to her "I hope I did not make you feel uncomfortable... kissing you on the head... I just... I know your kiss helped me to feel better when we were in that damn house" His eyes will move from her to the floor... "I had hoped that I would never feel fear again once that child left my body.... Turns out I was wrong... I... I thought you might..." Thrash will look from the floor to Rajiira again, his green eyes glossy... before turning and heading out the door.
"Hey Only-The-Cold! Good news!" Thrash will yell as he heads out the doorway, wiping his eyes.