“Gas? What’s the best joke someone told about your name?” Yoric can’t help himself but grin. He puts up his manacles up on the bar. “Yualkid said you could take care of these.”
Stanley looks at Alden and points to the kobold at the bar, adding "When you are finished, I will have your uniforms. The one for a halfling may be a little big. All we have for the little people are gnome uniforms.
The kobold gives you a sour look. "You is pretty funny for someone who relies on Gas to cut you out of them things. Hold on. Gas invented just the thing. You best not move or Gas might just ignite your arms."He laughs heartily and disappears below the makeshift bar he built and emerges a second later holding a strange device that looks as though the little kobold had rigged up that mixes chemicals in a chamber and them expels them in a stream. He aims carefully at your shackles, presses a crude wooden plunger that is attached to the machine, and a spray of acid shoots out dissolving the shackle around your right arm. He repeats the process on the left shackle, and soon you are free.
The kobold beckons you over Alden while he has the machine out. "Mister Stanley said you VIP, so Gas handle you personally. Friend of Mr. Yualkid's is friend of Gas's!"The kobold smiles ingratiatingly his sharp teeth gleaming. "This is Gas's personal invention. Developed it out of hospital chemicals and spare parts." He says, chatting merrily as he melts Alden's shackles as well. "You is free now. Enjoy, and remember to tell Mr. Stanley that Gas did well."
Nevlav, as the gnome pulls you closer, hacking and shivering. "Father....father help me please." Seeing the illness up close for the first time is horrifying experience for you. The gnome is younger than you, and covered in sweat and you notice that his skin has a sickly greenish tinge to it and it has a waxy look to it. "Father...please, I can't...." he screams horribly, and an doctor rushes over.
"Gods, man! What are you playing at, wandering over here without a plague mask? Are you trying to get ill? Get out!" He injects the young gnome with something and the gnome slumps over and his body relaxes.
Thalion scratches the back of his head, his lion's mane of hair even more disheveled than usual. "I... don't really know where he is," he says sheepishly.
His elven eyes brighten after the others had their manacles taken care of and he leans against the bar, trying to speak in a casual tone. "Gas, where would you find yourself if you got into a scuffle with another prisoner?"
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Nevlav stands there, horrified at the sight before him and then slowly turns about the room. He sees the pain, the sickness and he shudders. These poor folk, they did nothing to deserve this but here they are.
He staggers forward, his feet moving but his mind and senses fairly dull as he mechanically moves through the area looking for any sign of his allies. He needs to get them and get out of here, this city needs their help for certain.
Nevlav, the horror of your encounter with the plague patient has shaken you and disoriented you so much that rather finding the way out after the doctor roughly shoved you away from the dying young gnome, you end up deeper within the ward. As you try to look around for any sort of oasis, or section with more than a few inches of space of any direction, your senses are overwhelmed by the sight of people convulsively violently and thrashing within their beds, the sounds of screams coming from all around you and even the heavy antiseptic smell in the air that is covering something else. You know, without a mask that the longer you stay here, the more at risk you will be. You need to find a way out, and a mask, as soon as possible.
(Make a CON saving throw, and also a Medicine, Investigation, or Survival check -- your choice-- to try and find something to protect yourself or a way out.)
Meanwhile at Gas's bar (you see a crudely drawn sign at the entrance with a picture of Gas's face and the name Service Station emblazoned on it), the kobold looks at you cannily, Thalion. "Gas can tell you're new here. There's three ways to get sent down here. You can break quarantine, like Gas did, you can be someone the big bosses want rid off, or you can be sick. If the big birdie is a quarantine breaker, then he's probably safe somewhere close. If he's someone the factory bosses or the police wants rid of, then you're going to have to look in the infected ward. Gas going to give you free advice, for once in Gas's life. Do not go in there. You never gonna see birdie again."
Stanley, the quietly efficient crime boss lieutenant is waiting patiently behind you. "Gentlemen, here are your uniforms. Apologies in advance for the fit. Mr. Yualkid does not have access to his personal tailor in this ward, unfortunately. Mr. Yualkid also provided you each with a riot baton, should you decide to bypass your equipment."
(The riot baton is a club for these purposes -- 1d4 bludgeoning damage).
Thalion chuckles and says, "Then we're off to the infected ward. Thank you, friend."
The arrival of their disguises only bolstered his confidence, especially with a weapon in hand. "I doubt we'll need these, but a little extra preparation never hurt, right? Well, not us, anyway," he says with a shrug, trying to find a place where he can discretely put on the uniform.
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A dull panic sets in as Nevlav stops and attempts to think clearly on the lessons he has learned growing up. He had always been a fair hand at poultices and other medicinal inclinations.
Alden will quickly find a corner in the bar and change into the uniform.
"We might need to make masks if we are traveling among the sick. Remember try to not touch anything or any one." Alden states.
"Gas" Alden asks "Do you have a knife or something we can use to cut a couple cloths out of our old clothing, one for a mask and another for a rag to touch things if we need to?"
Nevlav you manage to root around in the various medical supplies that are littered throughout the Ward, and putting your training in the Oiled Cog on how to improvise various medical devices pays off, and you are able to create a makeshift mask out of gauze, some antiseptic, and some pieces of a doctor's cloak you're able to slice up quickly.
Wearing the mask, you feel a lot better about your chances in the ward now. As you calm down from your initial disorienting experience, you are finally able to recognize you were probably going the wrong way and you are now deep into the "infected ward." Across the other side of the large courtyard, you see a number of prisoners, doctors, and guards moving around without face masks. You still have no idea where your companions are, though.
Alden, Thalion, and Yoric, Gas the kobold smiles his toothy smile for you. "Gas will let you borrow his screwdriver, but you need some germ killer too to protect the mask." The kobold pulls out a bottle of yellow liquid. "Gas help you if you help Gas. Stanley takes 60% of Gas's profits for running this bar. Gas mixes drinks, Gas cleans up the vomit and the orc urine every day, Gas even endures the jokes about kobolds and Gas's name. I could make jokes too. What difference between a bearded human and bearded dwarf? Human beard not covered in piss. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." The kobold laughs uproariously and slaps his little knee. Still chuckling and wiping his eyes, he says "But seriously, Gas want new deal. Big dragonborn likes the half-elf. Convince Mr. Stanley to change the deal and you have whole bottle. Customers say this drink smells like troll farts anyway."
Yoric and Thalion, using Gas's screwdriver, you are able to roughly cut a few mask-shaped pieces and cloth to tie it from your cloaks -- they are dirty, and do not smell the best given your recent excursions into the mountains and underground, but you feel reasonably confident they will protect you.
Alden, you find Stanley off to one side, sorting through a large crate. As he sees you, he quickly pulls a tarp over the crate. "Ah, Mr. Lostchild. Here is the letter for Mr. Yualkid's estranged daughter." He pulls a sealed envelope from his prison uniform and gives it to you. "You look quite authentic. I am sure that your planned escape will go off effortlessly. I believe you should have all you need to walk right through the door now. Good luck!" He turns away, and resumes writing on his notepad, yet without pulling the tarp off the crate.
Based on that roll, I'd say you know that you've definitely heard of Stanley before -- he's long been Yualkid's chief lieutenant, and he is known for being quietly efficient and with dealing with problems that appear for Yualkid quietly and permanently, and his loyalty to the black dragonborn is absolute. I think you'd also probably know the rumors that he was Yualkid's chief assassin during the years he was active, and that when Yualkid went to jail, Stanley chose to turn himself in rather than take over the organization.
Stanley sighs and makes a show of putting his papers to the side. "Ah, the kobold. He arrived here two months ago for breaking quarantine, or so he says. Mr. Yualkid allowed him to open his establishment that sells the...questionable concoctions he developed to the members of the club Mr. Yualkid established. The kobold gets to dwell here in relative safety and he enjoys protection from those who would attack him. Mr. Yualkid is fond of him, given the strange relationship that kobolds and dragons share, but frankly, I am not a fan of him. Why are you interested?"
"I was just curious." Alden says. "The little bugger has a bit of a greedy streak in him and I like to know who I am dealing with."
"I assume he has to get his ingredients for his concoction from you and your team since you seem to be the only supplier in this place?" he half asks half states.
Stanley grins slightly. "He gives us a list of scientific chemicals weekly most of which are not fit for consumption by any living being. As irritating as he is, he does have some talent for chemistry. The drinks he creates taste genuinely vile, but we have not had anyone die from his drinks." He stops and corrects himself. "At least not from the drinks alone."
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“Gas? What’s the best joke someone told about your name?” Yoric can’t help himself but grin. He puts up his manacles up on the bar. “Yualkid said you could take care of these.”
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Stanley looks at Alden and points to the kobold at the bar, adding "When you are finished, I will have your uniforms. The one for a halfling may be a little big. All we have for the little people are gnome uniforms.
The kobold gives you a sour look. "You is pretty funny for someone who relies on Gas to cut you out of them things. Hold on. Gas invented just the thing. You best not move or Gas might just ignite your arms." He laughs heartily and disappears below the makeshift bar he built and emerges a second later holding a strange device that looks as though the little kobold had rigged up that mixes chemicals in a chamber and them expels them in a stream. He aims carefully at your shackles, presses a crude wooden plunger that is attached to the machine, and a spray of acid shoots out dissolving the shackle around your right arm. He repeats the process on the left shackle, and soon you are free.
The kobold beckons you over Alden while he has the machine out. "Mister Stanley said you VIP, so Gas handle you personally. Friend of Mr. Yualkid's is friend of Gas's!" The kobold smiles ingratiatingly his sharp teeth gleaming. "This is Gas's personal invention. Developed it out of hospital chemicals and spare parts." He says, chatting merrily as he melts Alden's shackles as well. "You is free now. Enjoy, and remember to tell Mr. Stanley that Gas did well."
Nevlav, as the gnome pulls you closer, hacking and shivering. "Father....father help me please." Seeing the illness up close for the first time is horrifying experience for you. The gnome is younger than you, and covered in sweat and you notice that his skin has a sickly greenish tinge to it and it has a waxy look to it. "Father...please, I can't...." he screams horribly, and an doctor rushes over.
"Gods, man! What are you playing at, wandering over here without a plague mask? Are you trying to get ill? Get out!" He injects the young gnome with something and the gnome slumps over and his body relaxes.
Thalion scratches the back of his head, his lion's mane of hair even more disheveled than usual. "I... don't really know where he is," he says sheepishly.
His elven eyes brighten after the others had their manacles taken care of and he leans against the bar, trying to speak in a casual tone. "Gas, where would you find yourself if you got into a scuffle with another prisoner?"
Nevlav stands there, horrified at the sight before him and then slowly turns about the room. He sees the pain, the sickness and he shudders. These poor folk, they did nothing to deserve this but here they are.
He staggers forward, his feet moving but his mind and senses fairly dull as he mechanically moves through the area looking for any sign of his allies. He needs to get them and get out of here, this city needs their help for certain.
Perception: 3
Alden
"I will Gas, Thank you." Alden replies.
After a moment Alden will ask "Ok Thalion, where was the last place you saw this birdman?"
Nevlav, the horror of your encounter with the plague patient has shaken you and disoriented you so much that rather finding the way out after the doctor roughly shoved you away from the dying young gnome, you end up deeper within the ward. As you try to look around for any sort of oasis, or section with more than a few inches of space of any direction, your senses are overwhelmed by the sight of people convulsively violently and thrashing within their beds, the sounds of screams coming from all around you and even the heavy antiseptic smell in the air that is covering something else. You know, without a mask that the longer you stay here, the more at risk you will be. You need to find a way out, and a mask, as soon as possible.
(Make a CON saving throw, and also a Medicine, Investigation, or Survival check -- your choice-- to try and find something to protect yourself or a way out.)
Meanwhile at Gas's bar (you see a crudely drawn sign at the entrance with a picture of Gas's face and the name Service Station emblazoned on it), the kobold looks at you cannily, Thalion. "Gas can tell you're new here. There's three ways to get sent down here. You can break quarantine, like Gas did, you can be someone the big bosses want rid off, or you can be sick. If the big birdie is a quarantine breaker, then he's probably safe somewhere close. If he's someone the factory bosses or the police wants rid of, then you're going to have to look in the infected ward. Gas going to give you free advice, for once in Gas's life. Do not go in there. You never gonna see birdie again."
Stanley, the quietly efficient crime boss lieutenant is waiting patiently behind you. "Gentlemen, here are your uniforms. Apologies in advance for the fit. Mr. Yualkid does not have access to his personal tailor in this ward, unfortunately. Mr. Yualkid also provided you each with a riot baton, should you decide to bypass your equipment."
(The riot baton is a club for these purposes -- 1d4 bludgeoning damage).
Thalion chuckles and says, "Then we're off to the infected ward. Thank you, friend."
The arrival of their disguises only bolstered his confidence, especially with a weapon in hand. "I doubt we'll need these, but a little extra preparation never hurt, right? Well, not us, anyway," he says with a shrug, trying to find a place where he can discretely put on the uniform.
A dull panic sets in as Nevlav stops and attempts to think clearly on the lessons he has learned growing up. He had always been a fair hand at poultices and other medicinal inclinations.
Con save: 7
Medicine: 11
Alden
Alden will quickly find a corner in the bar and change into the uniform.
"We might need to make masks if we are traveling among the sick. Remember try to not touch anything or any one." Alden states.
"Gas" Alden asks "Do you have a knife or something we can use to cut a couple cloths out of our old clothing, one for a mask and another for a rag to touch things if we need to?"
Nevlav you manage to root around in the various medical supplies that are littered throughout the Ward, and putting your training in the Oiled Cog on how to improvise various medical devices pays off, and you are able to create a makeshift mask out of gauze, some antiseptic, and some pieces of a doctor's cloak you're able to slice up quickly.
Wearing the mask, you feel a lot better about your chances in the ward now. As you calm down from your initial disorienting experience, you are finally able to recognize you were probably going the wrong way and you are now deep into the "infected ward." Across the other side of the large courtyard, you see a number of prisoners, doctors, and guards moving around without face masks. You still have no idea where your companions are, though.
Alden, Thalion, and Yoric, Gas the kobold smiles his toothy smile for you. "Gas will let you borrow his screwdriver, but you need some germ killer too to protect the mask." The kobold pulls out a bottle of yellow liquid. "Gas help you if you help Gas. Stanley takes 60% of Gas's profits for running this bar. Gas mixes drinks, Gas cleans up the vomit and the orc urine every day, Gas even endures the jokes about kobolds and Gas's name. I could make jokes too. What difference between a bearded human and bearded dwarf? Human beard not covered in piss. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." The kobold laughs uproariously and slaps his little knee. Still chuckling and wiping his eyes, he says "But seriously, Gas want new deal. Big dragonborn likes the half-elf. Convince Mr. Stanley to change the deal and you have whole bottle. Customers say this drink smells like troll farts anyway."
Yoric looks at Alden and Thalion.
”are we sure Gas isn’t just selling us useless garbage?”
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Thalion is too busy to answer Yoric for a moment as he's still laughing at Gas' joke. "HA! Dwarves do smell like urine!"
Clearing his throat he goes to the same corner and changes into the uniform.
Alden
Upon hearing Yoric Questions Alden will cover half of his face and say out of the side of his mouth, "I have no idea."
"I guess I can try Gas." Alden says with not alot of confidence.
"I have no idea how I am going to pull this off." Alden thinks to himself as he trouts off to find Stanley.
Yoric and Thalion, using Gas's screwdriver, you are able to roughly cut a few mask-shaped pieces and cloth to tie it from your cloaks -- they are dirty, and do not smell the best given your recent excursions into the mountains and underground, but you feel reasonably confident they will protect you.
Alden, you find Stanley off to one side, sorting through a large crate. As he sees you, he quickly pulls a tarp over the crate. "Ah, Mr. Lostchild. Here is the letter for Mr. Yualkid's estranged daughter." He pulls a sealed envelope from his prison uniform and gives it to you. "You look quite authentic. I am sure that your planned escape will go off effortlessly. I believe you should have all you need to walk right through the door now. Good luck!" He turns away, and resumes writing on his notepad, yet without pulling the tarp off the crate.
Alden
1st: What does Alden know about Stanley?
History: 21
Based on that roll, I'd say you know that you've definitely heard of Stanley before -- he's long been Yualkid's chief lieutenant, and he is known for being quietly efficient and with dealing with problems that appear for Yualkid quietly and permanently, and his loyalty to the black dragonborn is absolute. I think you'd also probably know the rumors that he was Yualkid's chief assassin during the years he was active, and that when Yualkid went to jail, Stanley chose to turn himself in rather than take over the organization.
Alden
"Stanley, What is your arrangement with Gas?" Alden asks.
Stanley sighs and makes a show of putting his papers to the side. "Ah, the kobold. He arrived here two months ago for breaking quarantine, or so he says. Mr. Yualkid allowed him to open his establishment that sells the...questionable concoctions he developed to the members of the club Mr. Yualkid established. The kobold gets to dwell here in relative safety and he enjoys protection from those who would attack him. Mr. Yualkid is fond of him, given the strange relationship that kobolds and dragons share, but frankly, I am not a fan of him. Why are you interested?"
Alden
"I was just curious." Alden says. "The little bugger has a bit of a greedy streak in him and I like to know who I am dealing with."
"I assume he has to get his ingredients for his concoction from you and your team since you seem to be the only supplier in this place?" he half asks half states.
"So" Alden asks, "What does he ask for?"
Stanley grins slightly. "He gives us a list of scientific chemicals weekly most of which are not fit for consumption by any living being. As irritating as he is, he does have some talent for chemistry. The drinks he creates taste genuinely vile, but we have not had anyone die from his drinks." He stops and corrects himself. "At least not from the drinks alone."