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Post by Clive Ramsey on Dec 20, 2016 8:46:06 GMT
Clive plucked a few strings. It irritated him a little that mundane songs required such preparation, while the Words of Creation required nought but his finger and tongue. It was the difference between a wife and a lover.
"A better product might be in order though." Pondered the career criminal. "These people already have magicians of note to call upon. We three are but specks on the robe of our illustrious mayor. Have you considered hocking treasure maps? The people here must grow weary of hearing of their founders' exploits while enduring the dreary life of a commoner. I know I certainly do..."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 20, 2016 12:06:55 GMT
All three of them could hear the sound of heavy foot-falls suddenly. They see coming across the green is the Town Sheriff, Wynnter Jora. She is wearing the armor she had crafted out of the scales of Dragons she had slain, all five colors rippled in the morning suns light. They could see the handle of her two handed battle-axe over her shoulder. She was on the other side of the green but all three could feel her eyes on them.
She was being flanked but the girl who had run for help.
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Post by Balneiros on Dec 20, 2016 15:56:29 GMT
Balneiros turns to his approaching mother as he replies to Louis, an empty smile on his face. "Allow me to rephrase, I will be at the festivities, but hardly celebrating. There is much to be gained on a day like this, we both agree. Including seeing which of the offspring can fight or be useful."
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Post by Clive Ramsey on Dec 20, 2016 16:24:40 GMT
Clive set his guitar down and knelt beside the man on the ground to check to see how bad the blow had been. The bard hoped the man was merely unconscious. Cypher's gig was not a con worth killing or dying over.
(Perception roll, with a Wisdom 13 plus a favored skill. I forget the exact overall bonus.)
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 20, 2016 17:10:07 GMT
As Clive examined the wound he thought it looked quite serious. The skull was cracked under the scalp. Blood was flowing copious from the head wound. If the brute did not receive healing soon the man would most certainly die.
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Post by Clive Ramsey on Dec 20, 2016 17:32:25 GMT
"This man needs a healer!" Cries the bard, simultaneously listing one of the few skills not in his extensive repertoire. Not yet anyway.
He looks about the green, frantically crying out, "Who knows this man's name? Where is his kin?" Clive thinks of his mother, dying far from her own family. That old, secret wrath stirs briefly within, but this is no time to dwell on the sins of Zelphar Jora.
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Post by Louis Cypher on Dec 20, 2016 20:33:40 GMT
"You are only as common as you feel clive," he said, though considered the treasure map con.
"If only my parents' spellbooks had not been lost. There was no shortage of healing spells within," Louis remarked, in an unconvincing tone of concern for the man's well-being. He pulled out his own "spellbook", just a leather bound tome that looked convincing enough, but was mostly filled with old family recipes and few con ideas. Still, for most laymen, a book was all that was needed to sell that he was a wizard. Warlocks had a bit of a (well earned) unsavory reputation.
"Wynnter, you look radiant as ever," Louis said, words as well-oiled as her blade. "A happy Dawnsday to you."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 20, 2016 20:55:16 GMT
Wynnter brushed right by Louis almost knocking him over. She knelt beside the injured man. Wynnter reached out and placed hand on man's face. She took a deep breath and there was the feeling of a bright spring wind. The the brute's wound was gone.
Wynnter was still studying the brute when she spoke in a commanding voice. "Some one tell me what has happened."
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Post by Louis Cypher on Dec 20, 2016 21:12:09 GMT
"I have never seen anything like it, a drunken brawl on Dawnsday," Cypher replied, deadpan, before pointing to the perpetrators. "That one began strangling that one and that one clubbed him over the head with a bottle. Truly they were criminal masterminds."
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Post by Clive Ramsey on Dec 20, 2016 21:14:23 GMT
"I arrived only moments before you." With the moral dilemma past, Clive considered pocketing the man's pouch for several reasons.
1. Though his adoptive mother would say her healing service was done for purely altruistic reasons, this man nevertheless owed a debt to the Jora clan.
2. If Clive had not inspected the man, he might be dead on Dawnsday, a most disturbing end. Thus, Clive himself was also owed a debt.
3. If the man was a lawful or good man, he would feel an inevitable desire to reward his saviors. If he was a natural wanderer, then the coin was but a shackle on the poor man's freedom. And if he was a wicked man, then fuck him.
Therefore, Clive would do the just thing and pickpocket the fool when Wynnter was focused on berating Louis.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 21, 2016 1:39:03 GMT
Wynnter stood slowly and looked at the brute who was still unconscious. She then flicked her hard gaze to Louis face, "And when he wakes... what will his story be?" She loomed even though she was barely taller then Louis. She had a presence that intimidated most men and women.
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Post by Louis Cypher on Dec 21, 2016 2:39:15 GMT
"I've no idea, but I'm certain it will be an entertaining one," he replied with a shrug, meeting her hard look with a smirk. "Tales from drunks typically are."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 21, 2016 3:02:05 GMT
The sheriff slowly looked up and down Cypher from head to toe. He had the feeling she was committing every detail of him to her memory. Her hands folded slowly in front of her chest, and then she spoke in that practiced commanding voice.. "I will come by after I talk to this man and his friends. You are closed for business today. Enjoy your holiday." Somehow she made that platitude seem a threat.
Wynnter turned and pointed to the two men, and down at the brute's body. "Get him and follow me." She cast one glance at her silent son, and then walked back to the Sheriff's residence.
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Post by Balneiros on Dec 21, 2016 14:41:07 GMT
Balneiros watched his mother leave with the same empty smile, turning to Louis. "I bet you feel suitably chastised. I'm surprised she didn't slap your wrist, too."
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Post by Louis Cypher on Dec 22, 2016 5:35:48 GMT
"Oh yes, I'm quaking in my boots that she cowed me into closing the shop for the day," he said in the same deadpan tone he had reserved for his mother. "Let me just get to that...oh wait...I did it before she arrived. How convenient."
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