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ShadowBender A Sadist RP-er from a world of my own. Since: Jun, 2011
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#26: Dec 5th 2011 at 2:31:45 AM

"Well, then!" Trixip said as he stood up from his barstool. He almost tripped and grabbed the stool to regain his balance, eliciting a small chuckle from Gimpy.

Trixip straightened his clothing and continued, "We'd best be heading there right quick, we wouldn't want ta be the last to get there, would we, friend?"

Trixip paused for a bit, fingering his tatoo, then turned to Grax. "Would you be willing to lead us there, mate?"

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Hevchenko Mr. from Perth, Australia Since: Oct, 2011
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#27: Dec 5th 2011 at 5:59:29 AM

Elail grunted in response to Trixip, then glared at the greenskin, not fond of the idea being led around the town by a stranger and a goblin at that. Unfortunately he was probably the best lead they were going to get and Elail resigned himself to that fact, "No funny business," Elail added in after the gnome.

"Insert philisophical/funny rambling here"
SavageHeathen Pro-Freedom Fanatic from Somewhere Since: Feb, 2011
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#28: Dec 5th 2011 at 7:03:38 AM

The goblin shrugged and proceeded to ignore Elail. "Sure, yea.", he said. "Guildhall's not very far from'ere.", he said, getting out of the tavern. He scratched his head for a few seconds, then he hummed.

"Yup, it's that way.", he said, starting to walk down a dark alley, where a few goblins were playing poker and drinking cheap booze. Despite their seedy look, goblin streets were mostly safe... As long as you were a goblin, that is. Or very big. Or on good terms with them greenskins. In passing, Grax gave a curious glance to the poker table: <"How's earnings?">, he asked, in goblin. Most of the players shrugged or mumbled something, too focused on the game to talk much. A few alleys across, there was the Trekkers' guild-house.

edited 5th Dec '11 8:52:56 AM by SavageHeathen

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#29: Dec 5th 2011 at 8:42:21 AM

Mono'a always thought it was best to make a good First impression with any employer that he meets, And knowing that anyone who would ever hire anyone at a seedy bar like this is looking for the most hard boiled of men to take the job.

So, taking the initiative Mono'a stretches his neck, turns his head to give a quick nod to Ana as he walks past the wimps who wouldn't take the job to the door, and Kicks it open.

After surveying the bar he spots the toughest looking man there, whom he promptly attempts to intimidate in front of the entire bar to show that he is not to be messed with.

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Hevchenko Mr. from Perth, Australia Since: Oct, 2011
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#30: Dec 5th 2011 at 8:48:50 AM

Elail followed the goblin out the tavern towards their apparent destination, going through a series of ally ways and passing a few shady characters, Grax conversed with a few in his native tongue and Elail's hands were constantly at his weapons hilts. Elail glared and scowled more that short trip then he had in the past week, only staying his blade and tongu due to Trixip's unspoken pleas.

Thankfuly their guide stayed true and they seemed to have found the guild hall of Rubble Treckers, the emblem upon a hanging sign, and underneath that conversed a group of burly men passing by a lithe man and, surprisingly, a dark elf.

"Thankyou for the guide greenskin," Elail stated neutrally, thankful for the goblin's aid but still untrustful of him, "Are you looking to sign up for the job aswell?" at that moment Elail was momentarily distracted as the lithe man kicked open the buildings main doors and they swung open, the man storming into the hall.

edited 5th Dec '11 8:51:42 AM by Hevchenko

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ShadowBender A Sadist RP-er from a world of my own. Since: Jun, 2011
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#31: Dec 5th 2011 at 9:26:07 AM

"Many thanks, mate," Trixip said to their green-skinned guide as soon as they arrived at their destination. He had sensed Elail's distrust of their surroundings while they had walked and was thankful that the half-elf hadn't done anything rash. Trixip spotted the sign, and at the entrance, a few burly men, a Roguish Human and a female dark elf.

"Are you looking to sign up on the job as well?" Elail had asked their goblin guide in a tone that made it evident that he didn't trust the goblin one bit. "He seems to be, and so are these people, I presume." Trixip said while looking at the people around them, especially eyeing the female tattoo-covered dark elf.

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SavageHeathen Pro-Freedom Fanatic from Somewhere Since: Feb, 2011
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#32: Dec 5th 2011 at 10:49:31 AM

Grax nodded: "Yup: Need fundin'.", he said, shrugging. What exactly could a goblin need funding for remained to be seen.

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#33: Dec 5th 2011 at 11:14:09 AM

Ana sighed, as she watched Mono'a push (and kick. It was a nice touch) his way into the guild headquarters. Very macho, very dramatic. The dark elf smirked. Men.

Nodding to the departing warriors, the merchant sashayed into the building, her cloak hanging off her shoulders loosely, the black leather corset visible. It was a teasing walk, the kind that would make any man watching swallow hard.

(Roll for local knowledge)

Ana looked around, trying to recall what the Rubble trekker's leader looked like.

ShadowBender A Sadist RP-er from a world of my own. Since: Jun, 2011
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#34: Dec 5th 2011 at 11:36:52 AM

Trixip watched the roguish human and the dark elf walk into the Guild's headquarters and decided they should follow. He turned to the goblin. "We all should prob'ly go in, but since you've been here, you know what the guild leader looks like. Correct?", he asked, walking forward.

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Pyrite Until further notice from Right. Beneath. You. Since: Jan, 2001 Relationship Status: Hiding
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#35: Dec 5th 2011 at 3:15:01 PM

Francis groaned inwardly as he watched the shifty-looking monk barge unceremoniously through the door of the Guildhall, with the dark elf close behind.

Ana he knew by name, face and reputation, although they didn't have dealings very often - priests and businesswomen travelled in completely unrelated social circles. The monk, though, was unfamiliar to him - and, if he kept behaving like that in New Pavis, wasn't likely to last very long.

Then a familiar half-elf turned up on the scene, with a gnome and a goblin in tow. Elail l'Faron had come to him for absolution once, following a particularly disastrous mission which had left two men dead - one by his own hand. A quick Zone of Truth and Detect Evil had managed to rule out evil intent, but Francis was hardly skilled enough to perform the ritual himself. Instead, he'd sent Elail on his way with a letter of recommendation to one of his more skilled colleagues.

He'd never heard from him since, and now he was back. Francis hoped he'd been well.

He didn't recognise the gnome, but those leers at Ana were hardly promising. The goblin, on the other hand, looked vaguely familiar, and he felt as though he'd seen that particular one around... even if they all looked alike to him at first glance.

The motley trio entered the Guildhall behind the first two, looking for all the world like the set-up to a bad joke. This was not a promising start. Still, if he was going to get any answers, now was as good a time as any to begin.

Francis followed them into the Guildhall a good distance behind, bracing himself for the worst.


OOC: For what it's worth, SKJAM, just a reminder that Francis has 15 Str, 14 Int and 12 Pre (following adjustments to be able to use the Battleaxe and Warhammer).

edited 5th Dec '11 3:15:21 PM by Pyrite

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#36: Dec 5th 2011 at 4:45:19 PM

(OOC: See post on Presence Attacks in the discussion thread.)

Mono'a was perhaps surprised to find that the Rubble Trekkers' Guildhall was on the inside in fact, not a seedy bar, but an actual guildhall. Despite the continuing use of irregular stones in the interior decor, the space was clean and well laid out. A variety of people stood about in groups chatting, or in lines before desks where clerks were busy scrivening.

Most of them seemed to take little notice of Mono'a's arrival, though one young clerk nearby jumped several inches in the air and dropped an armful of parchments.

Not one to be disheartened, Mono'a marched straight up to a fellow who stood nearly seven feet tall and had muscles on his muscles. The big man was wearing nothing but boots, a long loincloth, and what appeared to be the skull of a sabertooth as a hat. Mono'a looked him straight in the eye, and—

"Excuse Lrak, but he see pretty lady."

Ana's relatively subtle entrance had captured the attention of nearly everyone in the hall. Some looked appreciative, others scowled, and still others had speculative looks on their faces.

No one registered the entrance of the next few visitors.

Francis and Grax were easily able to spot the Guildmistress, An the Veiled. Ana took a moment more, as she hadn't had the opportunity to actually meet the woman before.

An the Veiled was a dwarf with hair the color of red sandstone, and whose most notable feature was the veil she always wore. Rumor had it that An was either so beautiful (by dwarf standards) that she drove (dwarf) men to madness, or so ugly that she made (non-dwarf) people vomit at the sight of her face. Judging by the well-groomed beard extending from under the veil, her chin must be in fine shape.

Hevchenko Mr. from Perth, Australia Since: Oct, 2011
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#37: Dec 5th 2011 at 6:31:45 PM

Elail eyed the Dark Elf beauty into the building as much infatuation as distrust causing his stares, there was a reason the Dark Elves are an uncommon sight and they were only a step away from being drow. Elail also kept an eye on his pockets, if Grax needed funding it wasn't coming from him.

After the grandiose entrances preceding them, the three of them managed to enter unnoticed. Just the way Elail liked it. He saw the monk had approached a barbarian and traced the dark elf's beeline towards a veiled dwarf, who seemed the centre of attention. A man Elail recognised crossed his line of sight and was headed the same way.

"Interesting place," Elail spoke to Trixip before walking up to the holy man.

"Hello Cleric, the man you sent me to had gone on a pilgrimage. But it seems we have both been out of luck if you are coming here, hmmm?" He said with a wry smile.

edited 5th Dec '11 6:42:43 PM by Hevchenko

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Pyrite Until further notice from Right. Beneath. You. Since: Jan, 2001 Relationship Status: Hiding
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#38: Dec 5th 2011 at 7:13:52 PM

It took all of Francis's discipline to tear his eyes away from the agent. She really knew how to work a crowd, he had to admit, but he preferred the subtler approach. Still, he was thankful for the distraction.

"...But it seems we have both been out of luck if you are coming here, hmmm?"

"Good to see you, Elail. And yes, it seems we're all out of luck - but not for the reasons you're expecting. I need to speak to the Guildmistress." He looked down at the gnome and the goblin. "You have a very interesting choice of travelling companions. Care to introduce them?"

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Hevchenko Mr. from Perth, Australia Since: Oct, 2011
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#39: Dec 6th 2011 at 12:39:30 AM

Elail glanced back at the gnome and goblin, "That I do," he remarked, "This," Elail motioned to Trixip, "Is Trixip Ravenhide,an impressive illusionist and a friend. And he...uhh," Elail turned to the goblin, "is Grax. An acquaintance due to circumstance, he guided us to the guild hall."

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#40: Dec 6th 2011 at 1:35:53 AM

Mono'a sighs as he walks Up behind Ana who, being more experienced in these matter found the leader straight away.

"Im with her." Mono'a mumbled, pointing a limp finger at Ana in a feeble attempt to salvage his horrible first impression.

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Pyrite Until further notice from Right. Beneath. You. Since: Jan, 2001 Relationship Status: Hiding
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#41: Dec 6th 2011 at 5:15:54 AM

"So, even the little folk are getting into the adventuring business... Actually, I shouldn't be surprised." Francis eyed Trixip and Grax critically. The former was scrawny, even for a gnome, and looked as though a light breeze would've blown him into the upper atmosphere; the latter was wiry and compactly-built, with a hard glare in his eyes that would've made lesser men flinch. "I suppose you're here to apply for a place with the Rubble Trekkers. Don't. Foul deeds are afoot in the Big Rubble."

edited 6th Dec '11 5:38:16 AM by Pyrite

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#42: Dec 6th 2011 at 5:24:49 AM

Elail halted just short of the guild leader at the warning from a veteran such as Francis, still, "They always are, or so I've heard. Is that not why they employ adventurers for these expeditions?" he said to his two other companions (but mostly Trixip) so as they wouldn't be to alarmed.

Elail decided to to hear him out nonetheless, "But it may still be wise to listen to what he has to say," he spoke to Trixip as wondered in closer to hear the priest.

edited 6th Dec '11 5:49:04 AM by Hevchenko

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ShadowBender A Sadist RP-er from a world of my own. Since: Jun, 2011
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#43: Dec 6th 2011 at 5:26:47 AM

"Nice to meet you, good fellow!" Trixip smiled at the human cleric, who eyed him critically. "I donnae like tha' look, fellow. Appearances can be deceiving, ya know." Trixip said to Francis with a disapproving tone. He continued, "And yea, I'm here to apply. Foul deeds shall not deter me from a chance at adventurin', as long as I or my companions do nae commit such deeds..."

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Pyrite Until further notice from Right. Beneath. You. Since: Jan, 2001 Relationship Status: Hiding
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#44: Dec 6th 2011 at 5:51:00 AM

"Aye, you must be a fine illusionist indeed, for what I see before me looks more like a lawn ornament than a great wizard," Francis remarked, the faintest hint of incredulity in his voice. "Just kidding, of course. Elail wouldn't travel with untrustworthy companions, or he'd be lying dead in a ditch by this point. Still... I speak not of thieves and wild beasts, but of something far, far worse. Perhaps our host can provide us with more information."

He turned to the dwarven guildmistress, making eye contact through the veil. "Lady An, if you would spare us a moment of your time, we would speak to you concerning the mission advertised... and also of the recently-deceased Randol's Raiders."

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#45: Dec 6th 2011 at 8:09:44 AM

Ana smirked, as she heard that priest, Francis if she remembered correctly. It had been a while since she had seen him, but he had left an impression. It took a lot of guts to keep back an angry mob from an innocent man by ones self, especially when that person has been deemed guilty by the public mind if not by the arbitrators.

Ana sighed, and remembered how that little incident had ended. Ah, good times, and the nostalgia we give them.

Still, the priest did help now, in a manner of speaking. The direction of his comment allowed the dark elf to spot the lady guild head, the dwarf An.

Grabbing Mono'a by the arm, Anara'wata moved over towards the Veiled Lady. They could wait after the priest had spoke his peace.

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#46: Dec 6th 2011 at 8:40:33 AM

"Like I said, appearances, mate." Trixip replied to the human cleric, then turned to the Lady An' and went forward till he was just in front of her. "Greetings, beautiful lady." He waited for Francis to finish his question and added, "We also come to find out if we can take their place."

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Pyrite Until further notice from Right. Beneath. You. Since: Jan, 2001 Relationship Status: Hiding
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#47: Dec 6th 2011 at 9:01:26 AM

Too hasty, Ravenhide. You have absolutely no idea what you're getting into... and neither do I. Francis remained silent before the guildmistress, but offered up a few prayers to his patron saint - if the other applicants were as foolhardy as this suicidal gnome and the mad monk over there, St. Cuthbert would have his work cut out for him.

edited 6th Dec '11 9:18:12 AM by Pyrite

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#48: Dec 6th 2011 at 10:32:48 AM

The goblin shrugged. "You want profitable, you've gotta take the dangerous... 'N the illegal, too.", he said, wryly grinning.

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#49: Dec 6th 2011 at 4:45:08 PM

An's head inclined behind her veil. "Brother Martel. Grax." Her voice was notably colder with the second name, but that was probably just residual prejudice. "You others, we'll go into a back room."

The back room proved to have a long jigsaw stone table and stone stools to sit on, as well as a vague map of the Big Rubble painted on one wall.

"When we sent them out, Randol's Raiders weren't looking for Tainted monsters. How many of you have heard of Balastor?"

Francis and Grax, both natives of New Pavis, knew the name immediately. Ana vaguely recalled that such a person had ruled Pavis at one point, but nothing beyond that. The others did not remember the name.

"Preacher, you've got a fine voice. How about you tell us the story of Balastor's death?"

(Paraphrasing)

"This was nearly four hundred years ago. Balastor was King of Pavis then, and a Son of Pavis, a holy warrior for the city's spirit. He was also known as Balastor Brightaxe after his favorite weapon, a mighty cold iron axe of great magical power.

"But these were the Tumbling Times, the moon had left the sky, and the Big Angries turned day into dusk. The Uz hordes were mighty then, and they hungered after the spoils of Pavis, jewel of the land. They attacked in seemingly endless numbers, and forced a breach in the walls.

"The Uz were led then by Gerak Kag, greatest hero of the Uruk, and greatest villain to everyone else. They swiftly overcame most of the Pavis defenders, and forced them into a tight cordon around the Griffin Gate. At the approaches to the gate, Balastor Brightaxe fought for three days and nights. Fierce Uz warriors and the magic of the dark priestesses from both within and without the walls drove him ever back, even as Uruk, orcs and goblins died in struggling droves.

"This was all a rearguard action to allow Balastor's allies among the nomad tribes, the Zebra Riders, to escape bearing the city's greatest treasures to place in safe hiding on the plains of Prax. Once they were fully away, he and his Earthaxe regiment withdrew into the largely underground Griffin Gate Barracks for a last stand.

"Surrounded and overrun, Balastor at last fell, waist-deep in the bodies of his enemies. His few remaining followers bore him deep into their underground home. As Balastor died, he called upon the Spirit of Pavis to aid him, for he wanted to continue the fight in any way he could. Pavis responded by placing Balastor's spirit into his mighty axe.

"Balastor's last companions carefully hid the axe and the body of their chief. They then died to a man when the Uz poured down the staircases. We only know what happened because the priests of Pavis asked the spirit. But the spirit has always been silent on exactly where the axe and Balastor himself were hidden.

"I take it, then, that there is new information about the Axe?"

An turned to the map. "Yes. After long centuries, the cloud preventing divination from finding Balastor's Axe has slightly lessened. We now believe it to still be in the Griffin Gate area, possibly in Balastor's Barracks themselves."

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#50: Dec 6th 2011 at 7:56:55 PM

Ana's face was a mask, but underneath, there was a massive grin. A legendary artifact, especially one of such historical merit, would be worth a lot of gold. Even the finders fee would have to be significant, even split however many ways.

Sure it was an artifact that had once belonged to a legend, but to the merchant, it was just a matter of profit.

Some people live for the bottom line. People like Ana could visit a million shrines and still live praying to the image of the empress on the 5 gold coin.


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