Deri slowly regained consciousness in near total darkness. She hurt.
What happened to me? she thought. She lifted her hand to rub her eyes and realized that she could not reach them. She felt resistance at her wrists, and her hand slapped back against a cold, hard surface with an incongrously cheery jingle.
Chains, she thought disconnectedly. Slowly her sensitive eyes adjusted to the all but absent light. She saw that she was in a crypt of some sort, laying atop a stone slab altar. Something was amiss, but she could not imagine what, and after a moment, she did not really care.
I can deal with these, she thought. She focused her thoughts with difficulty, preparing to cast the Knock spell she had memorized the night before.
For one moment, she felt the stirrings of fear. She could not recall the spell. For that matter, she could not recall any spell. The fear subsided quickly, and she lost herself simply staring up at the carved ceiling. Runes swam before her eyes. She thought they should be familiar, but they were not.
Why can't I remember? she thought briefly, before unconsciousness took her again.
She dreamed darkly of masks.
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((I encourage anyone who has an interest in Deri's plight (or in the Zoren, the lich) to post in this thread. As before, this will be a bit of forum RP. Keep in mind that there will be a fair bit of OOC knowledge here. Please use anything you know responsibly.
--Aide
Captivity
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*Raneguin
- Posts: 92
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Nastasia walked around at a determined pace, Salazar in tow. Her face was showing signs of slight agitation and ire. With every being they'd pass they'd ask a simple question. "Have you seen Deri?"
Every inquiry was the same. "Not lately."
And with every answer Nastasia grew more concerned, more upset, more angry. She'd started to blame Salazar until the most unlikely of sources of information appeared... S'vaya. Not but hours earlier Nastasia and S'vaya exchanged not so pleasant words and threats. But now, now none of that mattered. Nastasia didn't care about any of that. Deri, her sister, was missing... and S'vaya knew something...
... after the tieflings parted ways Nastasia walked calmly over near Salazar, in the bazaar... then she let out a blast of energy at a crate of fruit.
"That ain't free!" The shop owner barked.
Nastasia didn't care. She snarled and growled, the blast gave no satisfaction. It wasn't directed at who she wanted it to be... who deserved it. Every other worry began to fade, only one thing mattered... her sister was missing... and if anyone harmed a hair on their head they'd have a very upset Nastasia on their hands. Someone was going to pay... dearly.
"Urcin" she snarled in a whisper while passing along the loose description of the man to Salazar.
Nobody touches my sister.
Every inquiry was the same. "Not lately."
And with every answer Nastasia grew more concerned, more upset, more angry. She'd started to blame Salazar until the most unlikely of sources of information appeared... S'vaya. Not but hours earlier Nastasia and S'vaya exchanged not so pleasant words and threats. But now, now none of that mattered. Nastasia didn't care about any of that. Deri, her sister, was missing... and S'vaya knew something...
... after the tieflings parted ways Nastasia walked calmly over near Salazar, in the bazaar... then she let out a blast of energy at a crate of fruit.
"That ain't free!" The shop owner barked.
Nastasia didn't care. She snarled and growled, the blast gave no satisfaction. It wasn't directed at who she wanted it to be... who deserved it. Every other worry began to fade, only one thing mattered... her sister was missing... and if anyone harmed a hair on their head they'd have a very upset Nastasia on their hands. Someone was going to pay... dearly.
"Urcin" she snarled in a whisper while passing along the loose description of the man to Salazar.
Nobody touches my sister.
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*Fell Star
- Posts: 61
- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
Acid rain poured down on the broken alleys of the Hive, camouflaging the tenements in clouds of noxious vapor. Every shanty looked like the last one: rusty corro-tin roofs topping off skeleton rafters. Faces of the dead and the dying loomed through every odd gap in the walls, staring vacantly onto the any-way streets.
These people were ghoulish. Whatever joy they might have had in life now lay in shambles, rent into scraps of addiction, depression, and poverty.
They might have been victims of a tragedy once. But now? They were just...
Pathetic. They didn't deserve her pity. No one did. No one could.
Arvolexia pulled her cloak on tighter as she pushed through a screen of smoke and into an ever darkening passage. She'd seen a hint of orange hair disappear behind a corner just ahead, and she wasn't about to let this one get away.
It was just too perfect; it was as if this young, hapless, cretinous man had fallen into her lap like a blessing from Jiar'Zogra himself, which was a laughable notion, but Arvolexia was delirious with desperation, so the thought stuck.
She would believe anything if it meant lessening the pain of reality, and the truth that these visions, these nightmares...
No.
She stopped herself from picking apart her own fantasy and began to focus again on the hunt at hand.
Urcin. That was his name.
She had to keep on his trail, but remain hidden. Bait him, goad him, take him...And there he was, just up ahead, scurrying like a rat back into his hidey hole.
It was just coincidence that he'd been the one to deliver Deri into the hands of a necromantic devotee. But now that Arvolexia knew, it only made the thought of the boy's flesh sweeter, and the call of his blood that much stronger.
She could almost taste him on her tongue.
These people were ghoulish. Whatever joy they might have had in life now lay in shambles, rent into scraps of addiction, depression, and poverty.
They might have been victims of a tragedy once. But now? They were just...
Pathetic. They didn't deserve her pity. No one did. No one could.
Arvolexia pulled her cloak on tighter as she pushed through a screen of smoke and into an ever darkening passage. She'd seen a hint of orange hair disappear behind a corner just ahead, and she wasn't about to let this one get away.
It was just too perfect; it was as if this young, hapless, cretinous man had fallen into her lap like a blessing from Jiar'Zogra himself, which was a laughable notion, but Arvolexia was delirious with desperation, so the thought stuck.
She would believe anything if it meant lessening the pain of reality, and the truth that these visions, these nightmares...
No.
She stopped herself from picking apart her own fantasy and began to focus again on the hunt at hand.
Urcin. That was his name.
She had to keep on his trail, but remain hidden. Bait him, goad him, take him...And there he was, just up ahead, scurrying like a rat back into his hidey hole.
It was just coincidence that he'd been the one to deliver Deri into the hands of a necromantic devotee. But now that Arvolexia knew, it only made the thought of the boy's flesh sweeter, and the call of his blood that much stronger.
She could almost taste him on her tongue.
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*dordon
- Posts: 31
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Salazar cursed vehemently and loudly after stepping in a puddle containing a substance whose mystery was only exceeded by its odor. He'd lost track of how long he'd been wandering through the ever-changing back alleys of the Hive. Though it provided ample opportunity to think back on the conversation with Nastasia that was responsible:
"Have you seen Deri lately? I'm afraid she may have done something rash on my behalf..."
Spying a crudely drawn yet unmistakable sign, he headed towards another of the dilapidated shacks that passed for a tavern in this part of Sigil. He smothered a sigh and instead plastered a fake smile on his face as he ducked inside to play a few songs on his lute, buy a few drinks and spread a little jink all in the slim hope of finding one man. Urcin.
There has to be a better way, he thought.
"Have you seen Deri lately? I'm afraid she may have done something rash on my behalf..."
Spying a crudely drawn yet unmistakable sign, he headed towards another of the dilapidated shacks that passed for a tavern in this part of Sigil. He smothered a sigh and instead plastered a fake smile on his face as he ducked inside to play a few songs on his lute, buy a few drinks and spread a little jink all in the slim hope of finding one man. Urcin.
There has to be a better way, he thought.
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*Wrackspurt
- Posts: 6
- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
Urcin lurched away from the deck overlooking the river, moving swifly, albeit drunkenly. He wove through the twisting maze of alleys in the Hive, cursing violently when he found dabus erecting a building on the site of a usual shortcut. He doubled back, actually dropping into Under Sigil for a few blocks before emerging from a ladder near the Smoking Hammer.
Moving quickly south, he ducked into the shadow of an alley, not far from where a barmy gray woman was asking some primer for help. As soon as he entered the alley, he melted into the shadows as quietly as he could.*
Checking furtively over his shoulder, he crept between empty crates. Satisfied that no one was watching, he pushed a crate aside before sliding a hand over the brick side of a building. Finding a hole made by a missing brick, he reached inside and cursed silently.
"Empty."
He looked down at the wall for a few moments, before pushing the crate back into place. His face twisted briefly concentration. Suddenly, he nodded to himself.
"I have to get off the streets."
At the mouth of the alleyway he paused, watching for passersby. Convinced that the street was empty, he high-tailed it to the nearest inn...
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((*Spot and Listen DC=15 to follow him, Fell. You do not need to actually make the rolls. Just decide in your mind if you think Arvolexia would lose sight of him when he hides and go with it.
((Dordon. I will reply to your post as soon as I have a moment.
Moving quickly south, he ducked into the shadow of an alley, not far from where a barmy gray woman was asking some primer for help. As soon as he entered the alley, he melted into the shadows as quietly as he could.*
Checking furtively over his shoulder, he crept between empty crates. Satisfied that no one was watching, he pushed a crate aside before sliding a hand over the brick side of a building. Finding a hole made by a missing brick, he reached inside and cursed silently.
"Empty."
He looked down at the wall for a few moments, before pushing the crate back into place. His face twisted briefly concentration. Suddenly, he nodded to himself.
"I have to get off the streets."
At the mouth of the alleyway he paused, watching for passersby. Convinced that the street was empty, he high-tailed it to the nearest inn...
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((*Spot and Listen DC=15 to follow him, Fell. You do not need to actually make the rolls. Just decide in your mind if you think Arvolexia would lose sight of him when he hides and go with it.
((Dordon. I will reply to your post as soon as I have a moment.
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*Fell Star
- Posts: 61
- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
// Rolled in game. 19 Spot, 27 Listen!
Without looking too closely, Arvolexia shadowed Urcin into the streets and alleys, making mental note of the path he took and his decisions to backtrack or reverse direction. The man wasn't a complete dimwit.
And that was good. It meant she would sleep well tonight.
The stench of the stale Undersigil air made her grimace once or twice, but she pushed away thoughts of cleanliness--thoughts of wine cascading from the gold lipped blood-fonts, the smell of brandythorn blossoms carried in on an early morning wind--she pushed away all of these thoughts and more as her boots danced in pursuit of a streetrat.
To any onlooker, the woman was just another transient shadow. Her lush scarlet hair had been bound against her head and hood drawn up. The tail coat of her cloak spun out against the puddle-strewn cobbles, encasing her lithe body in a cocoon of black velvet. At all times, she kept Urcin within distance of fifty or more yards in the open, a close thirty to forty in tight quarters, keeping his pace and rhythm; she felt like Sigil's newest phantom.
But open spaces were few; these streets were cramped and reeked of the bodies that inhabited them.
And the nearer she was to him, the more vividly she could imagine what he might look like, lying there...his eyes fixed on the heavens...calling out to any God that might hear his plea...
She almost felt sorry for him.
"Compassion doesn't suit you, child."
Almost.
Vex studied the pattern of bricks that Urcin tarried at, committing his chosen location to memory. And as he scoured a hidden compartment only to be disappointed, she felt herself smile as she stamped out any brittle concerns for his humanity.
Urcin didn't find what he was looking for, but Arvolexia did. She recognized the sound in his voice: those tones of conviction. He had his senses, and he was coming to a crossroad, making a decision.
One of the last few decisions he would ever make, if fortune was in her favor...
She trailed after him quickly, disappearing into the inn.
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(( Edit: Had to post this in haste, but now that I've had time to sit and look at it, I spiffed it up a smidge. ))
Without looking too closely, Arvolexia shadowed Urcin into the streets and alleys, making mental note of the path he took and his decisions to backtrack or reverse direction. The man wasn't a complete dimwit.
And that was good. It meant she would sleep well tonight.
The stench of the stale Undersigil air made her grimace once or twice, but she pushed away thoughts of cleanliness--thoughts of wine cascading from the gold lipped blood-fonts, the smell of brandythorn blossoms carried in on an early morning wind--she pushed away all of these thoughts and more as her boots danced in pursuit of a streetrat.
To any onlooker, the woman was just another transient shadow. Her lush scarlet hair had been bound against her head and hood drawn up. The tail coat of her cloak spun out against the puddle-strewn cobbles, encasing her lithe body in a cocoon of black velvet. At all times, she kept Urcin within distance of fifty or more yards in the open, a close thirty to forty in tight quarters, keeping his pace and rhythm; she felt like Sigil's newest phantom.
But open spaces were few; these streets were cramped and reeked of the bodies that inhabited them.
And the nearer she was to him, the more vividly she could imagine what he might look like, lying there...his eyes fixed on the heavens...calling out to any God that might hear his plea...
She almost felt sorry for him.
"Compassion doesn't suit you, child."
Almost.
Vex studied the pattern of bricks that Urcin tarried at, committing his chosen location to memory. And as he scoured a hidden compartment only to be disappointed, she felt herself smile as she stamped out any brittle concerns for his humanity.
Urcin didn't find what he was looking for, but Arvolexia did. She recognized the sound in his voice: those tones of conviction. He had his senses, and he was coming to a crossroad, making a decision.
One of the last few decisions he would ever make, if fortune was in her favor...
She trailed after him quickly, disappearing into the inn.
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(( Edit: Had to post this in haste, but now that I've had time to sit and look at it, I spiffed it up a smidge. ))
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*Mr_Otyugh
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Wandering in the corridors of the Under Sigil glancing through his mask having no troubles seeing even without lightsource in the darkness. To avoid being seen he quickly casts with practised hand movements simple invisibility, finally he reaches the same room where Deri had been forcefully portalled away, looking for something he was not sure of...
muttering in the darkness to himself all the leads he knows of: She was taken to other parts of the Cage first... for no spell can take you outside the Cage, other than Cages own portals...
continuing to look through the hall: ... but easily dragged outside the Cage through a portal, weak as she is at the time being... : grumbles because of no clear hint of direction coming to mind that way: ... of course even if she is within Cage she must be in a room warded from scrying and locate person.. or they wouldn't have failed me... : he re-adjusts his mask and continues to walk slowly around the eerie room, no longer expecting to find hints there...
He chanted the darkened words to bring forth his infernal "companion", the imp whom was bound to serve through the true name. The imp glaring at his direction with hatred in his eyes once more: What is it this time "master" :it spat the last word at his direction. Marius thought carefully his words before replying I need information, information of a location of a person, either from you or one of your lords. : the imp snarled at his request : That bitch of yours? the imp grinned as Marius stiffened, but part of his satisfaction faded because the mask concealed his true feelings My lords see more than you might wish them to see and they have already informed me of your petty situation, the price is one willing soul...
Marius gathered himself quickly and continued to lean heavily on his staff while glancing at the imp... she is hardly worth my life... he thought and decided to attempt to make counter offer: I am willing to trade my sword for this information, it is powerful blade containing its own vile intelligence, of course your master should have no trouble controlling it as I have... :before Marius managed to finish his sentence the imp started to laugh forcefully, practised act: Your pathetic blade is of no use for my lord, get the willing soul and location of Deri is yours, not before! Do not bother me or him with this subject until you have the payment! : with that the imp disappeared on its own way...
Marius took tighter grip on his staff while glancing at the direction the imp left... Of course I could've attempted to use the true name to force the information out of him... but his lord must have anticipated it already... he thought.
He spoke outloud One willing soul it is... after this he walked back to the streets of Sigil, thinking and looking for suitable subject... one that would be easily manipulated...
muttering in the darkness to himself all the leads he knows of: She was taken to other parts of the Cage first... for no spell can take you outside the Cage, other than Cages own portals...
continuing to look through the hall: ... but easily dragged outside the Cage through a portal, weak as she is at the time being... : grumbles because of no clear hint of direction coming to mind that way: ... of course even if she is within Cage she must be in a room warded from scrying and locate person.. or they wouldn't have failed me... : he re-adjusts his mask and continues to walk slowly around the eerie room, no longer expecting to find hints there...
He chanted the darkened words to bring forth his infernal "companion", the imp whom was bound to serve through the true name. The imp glaring at his direction with hatred in his eyes once more: What is it this time "master" :it spat the last word at his direction. Marius thought carefully his words before replying I need information, information of a location of a person, either from you or one of your lords. : the imp snarled at his request : That bitch of yours? the imp grinned as Marius stiffened, but part of his satisfaction faded because the mask concealed his true feelings My lords see more than you might wish them to see and they have already informed me of your petty situation, the price is one willing soul...
Marius gathered himself quickly and continued to lean heavily on his staff while glancing at the imp... she is hardly worth my life... he thought and decided to attempt to make counter offer: I am willing to trade my sword for this information, it is powerful blade containing its own vile intelligence, of course your master should have no trouble controlling it as I have... :before Marius managed to finish his sentence the imp started to laugh forcefully, practised act: Your pathetic blade is of no use for my lord, get the willing soul and location of Deri is yours, not before! Do not bother me or him with this subject until you have the payment! : with that the imp disappeared on its own way...
Marius took tighter grip on his staff while glancing at the direction the imp left... Of course I could've attempted to use the true name to force the information out of him... but his lord must have anticipated it already... he thought.
He spoke outloud One willing soul it is... after this he walked back to the streets of Sigil, thinking and looking for suitable subject... one that would be easily manipulated...
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*Mr_Otyugh
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While in the streets it appeared as if he was given an alternative to the infernal deal than he had assumed... an good side of being known information dealer...
First there came fiendling called S'vaya to request more information of the lich and some male called Urcin, Marius knew only little of them both, but took his advantage to learn more of the situation by asking from S'vaya of this, he was given rather detailed description of this male Urcin, problem was most of it was colours which told nothing to Marius, but he didn't mention it to anyone so far...
Marius agreed to take the task to find more information and name the price after more was found...
Second fiendling came to him not long after that, this time called Nastasia whom also requested more information of both of them and of ways to destroy and making lich suffer, Marius described some methods to do both of them, and told the little he knew of this, and as Nastasia asked him to capture this Urcin he once more agreed the deal without telling anything of the other deal, that of course is merely double payment of same deed, he told the payment would be decided after he'd capture this Urcin...
The last cutter whom came to Marius was Catrina whom told that Urcin had been seeking for him, but that she had told him to pike off, Marius told her that next time she sees Urcin to tell him where and how to find Marius...
It indeed seemed as if all of this was set up to be mere easy jink to his pocket and all answers provided without effort of doing... it was good day to be information dealer. Marius simply continued to stand and lean heavily on his staff at the Great Bazaar.
First there came fiendling called S'vaya to request more information of the lich and some male called Urcin, Marius knew only little of them both, but took his advantage to learn more of the situation by asking from S'vaya of this, he was given rather detailed description of this male Urcin, problem was most of it was colours which told nothing to Marius, but he didn't mention it to anyone so far...
Marius agreed to take the task to find more information and name the price after more was found...
Second fiendling came to him not long after that, this time called Nastasia whom also requested more information of both of them and of ways to destroy and making lich suffer, Marius described some methods to do both of them, and told the little he knew of this, and as Nastasia asked him to capture this Urcin he once more agreed the deal without telling anything of the other deal, that of course is merely double payment of same deed, he told the payment would be decided after he'd capture this Urcin...
The last cutter whom came to Marius was Catrina whom told that Urcin had been seeking for him, but that she had told him to pike off, Marius told her that next time she sees Urcin to tell him where and how to find Marius...
It indeed seemed as if all of this was set up to be mere easy jink to his pocket and all answers provided without effort of doing... it was good day to be information dealer. Marius simply continued to stand and lean heavily on his staff at the Great Bazaar.
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*Fell Star
- Posts: 61
- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
As Arvolexia stepped into the establishment, her eyes met a plethora of drunkards, smoke junkies, misfits, and whores. Just by standing there, one could feel the grease and filth cling to one's skin, burrowing in deep, where it would never wash out.
She felt unclean again. Always, always that feeling of being dirt.
No.
Less than that; she didn't belong here, in this tavern, let alone Sigil.
All I had, I have lost.
She pulled her cloak tighter, adopting a soft, but staggering sway in her step, blending in as just another tipsy patron. Urcin's head bobbed ahead in the loose crowd, and she zeroed in on it like a hawk, counting his steps on her fingers...forty four forty five...
And then fell back against a wall, watching.
In the suspense of the pursuit, Marius' voice played in her memory.
"...try not to destroy the corpse fully."
She thought back on his request and agreed that she could meet that demand.
"He will talk...whether dead...or alive..."
But of this, she couldn't be sure.
Alas.
She would get the information he wanted. One way or another.
She felt unclean again. Always, always that feeling of being dirt.
No.
Less than that; she didn't belong here, in this tavern, let alone Sigil.
All I had, I have lost.
She pulled her cloak tighter, adopting a soft, but staggering sway in her step, blending in as just another tipsy patron. Urcin's head bobbed ahead in the loose crowd, and she zeroed in on it like a hawk, counting his steps on her fingers...forty four forty five...
And then fell back against a wall, watching.
In the suspense of the pursuit, Marius' voice played in her memory.
"...try not to destroy the corpse fully."
She thought back on his request and agreed that she could meet that demand.
"He will talk...whether dead...or alive..."
But of this, she couldn't be sure.
Alas.
She would get the information he wanted. One way or another.
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*Wrackspurt
- Posts: 6
- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
The toothless old man nodded at Salazar.
"Oh, Urcin! Aye, I knows 'im!" He looks around before dropping his voice into what he evidently believed to be a conspiratorial whisper. "The berk owes me five jink, 'e does. 'f you do him, don' forget to nip m' coin for me, willya?"
"Hound, you old fool!" the tavern maid roared from behind the broken table that served as a bar. "Nobody has owed you anything but a shank in the ribs since someone cribbed yer weighted dice!"
Hound cowered at the sound of the voice. The tavern maid looked to have some orc-blood in her not-too-distant heritage, and she was free with the cudgel she kept looped around her wrist even while she poured. "Now you lissen, Bruhia...this 'ere's a proper gentleman what doesn't want t' hear any of yer slanderous yammer!"
Bruhia snorted. "It ain't slander if it's true, you mushmouth! Now leave the man be, before I have to throw ye out into the gutter. Again."
She turned her attention to Salazar. "Urcin cleared out o' here half a turn back. Said he'd gotten paid an' was movin' uptown. Think he said the Fumin' Forge or somesuch. Sounded like a dwarf-hole t' me, but that's probably flam." She propped a hand on one overly-generous hip and smiled suggestively at him, so that one broken tusk poked up towards her nose. "So...what's yer pleasure, cutter?"
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Urcin dropped coins into Gundul-Zarag's hands and accepted a room key. "Room seven," he mumbled, clutching the key.
That was bad.
Seven had always been unlucky for him.
He climbed the stairs, ignoring the other patrons and not looking back. Padding quietly to the room, he looked back over his shoulder. Satisfied that he had not been followed, he pulled the door shut and locked it.
Working quickly, he removed a small spool from his pockets. He strung a thin wire over the door handle, attaching a small needle coated in poison to a springloaded mechanism in position to surprise anyone uninvited who tried to enter.*
He inspected his work, and nodded in satisfaction before yawning widely.
"Been a long day." He rubbed blearily at his eyes. "Need some sleep."
Within moments he was snoring loudly on the bed.
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((DC=15 to open the lock.
((DC=15 to spot the trap
((DC=18 to disable the trap.
((Reflex Save = 15 to avoid the needle, aaaaand...
((Fortitude Save = 20 to avoid paralysis from the poison.
((I plan to be in game with Urcin this evening sometime between 10 PM and 11 PM Eastern U.S. Time (GMT -5) for anyone who wishes to enter the room. You may post here up to the point where you get to the door or past the lock and trap, but from there, I would like to RP in game.
"Oh, Urcin! Aye, I knows 'im!" He looks around before dropping his voice into what he evidently believed to be a conspiratorial whisper. "The berk owes me five jink, 'e does. 'f you do him, don' forget to nip m' coin for me, willya?"
"Hound, you old fool!" the tavern maid roared from behind the broken table that served as a bar. "Nobody has owed you anything but a shank in the ribs since someone cribbed yer weighted dice!"
Hound cowered at the sound of the voice. The tavern maid looked to have some orc-blood in her not-too-distant heritage, and she was free with the cudgel she kept looped around her wrist even while she poured. "Now you lissen, Bruhia...this 'ere's a proper gentleman what doesn't want t' hear any of yer slanderous yammer!"
Bruhia snorted. "It ain't slander if it's true, you mushmouth! Now leave the man be, before I have to throw ye out into the gutter. Again."
She turned her attention to Salazar. "Urcin cleared out o' here half a turn back. Said he'd gotten paid an' was movin' uptown. Think he said the Fumin' Forge or somesuch. Sounded like a dwarf-hole t' me, but that's probably flam." She propped a hand on one overly-generous hip and smiled suggestively at him, so that one broken tusk poked up towards her nose. "So...what's yer pleasure, cutter?"
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Urcin dropped coins into Gundul-Zarag's hands and accepted a room key. "Room seven," he mumbled, clutching the key.
That was bad.
Seven had always been unlucky for him.
He climbed the stairs, ignoring the other patrons and not looking back. Padding quietly to the room, he looked back over his shoulder. Satisfied that he had not been followed, he pulled the door shut and locked it.
Working quickly, he removed a small spool from his pockets. He strung a thin wire over the door handle, attaching a small needle coated in poison to a springloaded mechanism in position to surprise anyone uninvited who tried to enter.*
He inspected his work, and nodded in satisfaction before yawning widely.
"Been a long day." He rubbed blearily at his eyes. "Need some sleep."
Within moments he was snoring loudly on the bed.
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((DC=15 to open the lock.
((DC=15 to spot the trap
((DC=18 to disable the trap.
((Reflex Save = 15 to avoid the needle, aaaaand...
((Fortitude Save = 20 to avoid paralysis from the poison.
((I plan to be in game with Urcin this evening sometime between 10 PM and 11 PM Eastern U.S. Time (GMT -5) for anyone who wishes to enter the room. You may post here up to the point where you get to the door or past the lock and trap, but from there, I would like to RP in game.