Re: ALL THE THINGS (ATT: A D&D RPG) - Let's get ready to rumble!

[st4rw4k3r]

Elia turns to see who is nudging her, only to face Rhyhorn, with a chalk board in his mouth. Elia pauses for a moment pondering if she should give Rhyhorn her holy symbol. She then notices panic in Rhyhorns eyes, she turns to see Yvonne flying to the catwalks. Elia turns back to Rhyhorn, and takes her holy symbol off, and passes it to Rhyhorn. She whispers to him, "Trust... If you need anything tell me."

[RavenOfRazgriz]

Rhyhorn nods, thankful Elia listened as he drops his chalkboard and accepts the holy symbol with his mouth discreetly.  He turns back to facing toward the front, lying it on the floor gently and moving a step forward to obscure it from view with his body.  Rhyhorn then opens his mouth widely, carefully swallowing the holy symbol whole without damaging it before wiping his chalkboard clean and continuing to stand in line as if nothing had transpired.

[Ryqoshay]

   "I wa'n't *tryin'* ta bother 'im. 'E jus' looked bored, ya know." Yvonne explains, holding her hands up innocently. "No' my fault 'e wants ta be Mr. Crabby-pants. Meby the smell really is getting' to 'im. Meby guardin' this place is used as some sorta punishment fer the guys who've misbehaved. I mean lookit 'im, 'e's all scowly 'n' grumpy lookin' now. I bet 'e di'n' get enough hugs as a kid. Ya know what Sephyr needs? More hugs. I hereby precribe eight hugs a day for each denizen of this plane. I guarentee it'll make this place a lot happier."

[st4rw4k3r]

[Spot and Listen check]

[EmmaNigma]

Utterly bored, and not wanting to fight stupid cowards who use magic from the balcony, Hogarth idly peels off bits of dried orc blood caked on her skin. She decides to listen and look in the crowd for any bit of information/persons being shady, hoping to maybe get some wagers going in the caravan to see who gets taken into The Room next.

[spot and listen check for unsavory, nervous looking characters]

[Ryqoshay]

   "Hug, hug, bored, hug..." Yvonne starts singing to herself. "Bored, bored, hug, bored..."

[EmmaNigma]

"Bored... BORED! That's IT!" shouts Hogarth, looking as if she's had a wonderful idea. She grabs her grappling hook and tries using a sharp end to bore through the wall. "This ought to.. WHITTLE away the time!" She pulls out a tankard and puts a little bit of standing oil in it, gathering the dust in the oily tankard.

[Ryqoshay]

"There was a sprite who was so bored
She couldn't sing or strike a cord
She really wants a hug
And not called Firebug
Trebek, five hundred for the swords"

   The Lirai raises an eyebrow. "Hrm... tha' doesn' sound qui' right... it shoulda been 's words' I think..." she thinks for a moment "but tha'd be too many syllables..."

[Celdia]

(Spot and Listen answered via PMs)

          As the queue slowly rolls forward, you eventually find yourselves faced with another clerk - a female half-Telluri elf from the look of her dusky skin and pale hair - who is accompanied by a pair of burly Patrolmen whose features are nearly indistinguishable beneath the heavy armor they each wear. The woman looks disdainfully at Rhyhorn before approaching Lejun. Her voice is sharp and high-pitched, "Names, trades and destinations, all of you." She holds an actual inkpen ready to scratch down information, her very stance projecting total annoyance.
          "Lejun Berus, purveyor of fine goods and crafter of timepieces for the social elite. My destination, madam, is Tevinar to make a final delivery of these water-clocks before the Winter cold makes it impossible to do so, at which point I will find myself a nice inn to weather the season at. As for my companions, they've been hired as protection for the final leg of my journey and I can't speak for their intentions after we part in Tevinar." The gnome rattles this all off with ease, as if it were a speech he had practiced many times before. The half-elf simply nods and her pen scribbles shorthand notes across the form on her board. She looks to each of the humanoids in turn, awaiting a response to her initial inquiry.

[Ryqoshay]

"I am Yvonne Incendam
Lirai is my race, no sham
Here to guard the clocks
And a bunch of rocks
Very pleased to meet you ma'am!"

[st4rw4k3r]

Elia looks at the half-elf "It is quite rude in ones view if you were to ask about another with out an introduction first." Elia sighs. "Elia Cyronae, Traveling Pr-" She pauses for a moment. "Erm. Traveling Prostitute... I am with them." Elia looks down at her feet.

[EmmaNigma]

Hogarth thumps just above her breasts, causing a deep resonating bump. "I am Hogarth! I hire myself out for protection, and to hunt for a fee. I intend to protect my gnome friend here until Tevinar, then find the nearest tavern and inn for meal and rest. After that, I shall journey for parts unknown even to me!" She chortles at this last bit, because, for all the guard knows, it's true, plus it actually is. "Please forgive my prostitute companion's back talk, brave guard, for she is of low birth!"

Hogarth then puts one foot up on Rhyhorn, leans forward, and jerks her thumb at the rocky beast. "And this is my pet rock! I have named him Rhyhorn. I was drinking rye when I had found him, and he has a horn. He hauls around stuff I was given by my tribe. He is quite harmless, and most certainly mute!"

[formerdeathcorps]

"I am Seap, player and bard of the late Baron Emal."  Seap withdrew his silver fife.  "If you value the arts, then you will know my place.  I seek only a decent employer."

[Celdia]

          The clerk continues to make notations while listening to Yvonne and Elia, frowning deeply at the response of the latter. "You, lirai. Your kind is expected to register with someone at a Temple of Astinus if you're going to be in the kingdom for more than a month. Lord Vormir doesn't look well upon fey mucking about in his kingdom with no record of their coming and going. If you haven't by then, we will know of it." The menacing look she gives Yvonne implies more about the repercussions than words ever would. As Hogarth speaks, the half-elf noticeably winces, but continues to scribble down her notes, giving Rhyhorn another measuring gaze as the barbarian makes mention of him.
          She faces the bard as he speaks and her eyes go wide momentarily. "Excuse me a moment." Leaving her guards behind, she quickly steps over to the closer of the two smaller doors, knocking lightly before it is opened - only slightly - from within. She exchanges some whispered words with somebody inside before the door opens fully. Ducking as he steps out of the door is a giant of a man, a Goliath, wearing a long cape bearing the dark colors of Verun as well as a cold-iron breastplate and a matching helmet adorned with bull-like horns. Insignia hanging from his shoulders indicate he is a man of some importance here and he follows the clerk to where the party waits. His gaze comes to rest on Seap as he speaks, his voice a deep bass as if the words were being summoned up from beneath the surface of the earth before passing from his lips. "I'm Patrol Captain Lagrand. You there, minstrel. I'd like to ask you some questions about this late Baron Emal. Come with me." With his final words he gestures to the room he exited from as one of the Patrolmen standing by puts a hand to the hilt of his weapon to indicate refusal would be less than wise.
          Lejun looks as if he is about to say something in protest, but seeing the patroller ready to draw steel causes him to hesitate momentarily. "I do hope this won't take too long, Captain..." he says entreatingly, "I am sure you are a busy man and I would hate to think that any of my companions would be keeping you from more pressing matters." Unfortunately for the gnome, the Captain catches him with a withering gaze that causes Lejun to turn visibly pale.
          "When I'm done with him, you may go. Or you may go on without him. The choice is yours, trader. You may pull your wagons around while you think on it." The goliath jerks his chin towards the Southern gates, "Evelyn, show them to the waiting area over there. Bard, you come with me." The hulk of a man stalks towards the small door, obviously expecting his demands to be heeded. The half-elf woman simply nods to the Captain before she begins directing Rhyhorn and Lejun through the large outer gates of the fort, her notes and presumably Xun having been completely forgotten at this point.

[Ryqoshay]

"So, register, it sounds, I must
To keep within this kingdom's trust
Curious of cost
And of the time lost
But for now, Tevinar or bust!"

[EmmaNigma]

Taking this as an opportunity to push Rhyhorn and his cart into the zone of safety, fearing for whatever thoughts barbarians identify with "reason" that self-aware stone rhinos are illegal, Hogarth waits outside the check point for Lejun's word, and to see the fate of the bard whose song made her so keenly mash up the remains of that one orc.

[st4rw4k3r]

Elia turns to Yvonne. "Madam Incendam, I must inquire on how you create such Rhyme so fast and adequately?" Elia, with slight movement with her head jesters to the wooden door that Seap was taken into. She begins moving closer to it to try to make out any sounds from the other side.
[listen check]

[Ryqoshay]

"When I'm bored, my mind will wander
Off into the great blue yonder
To think of lines
Rhythms and rhymes
A feat of which I can't be fonder"

[formerdeathcorps]

Seap gasped.  "You...you have news?  I thought no one knew of my master's...untimely demise."  As Seap entered the interrogation room, his eyes darted from corner to corner.  The room looked more like a closet, with only one torch illuminating the corner furthest from the door.   Cobwebs hung from all the corners as SEap was led into a moldy chair.  Across from him, in an equally worn chair, sat the giant of a guard.  His very grimace was enough to terrify, but the thought of him knowing a secret sent shivers down Seap's spine.
"Sir, why am I here alone?  Was there a conspiracy against my former master?"

[Celdia]

          "That is something I would like you to help us figure out...Seap, was it? You claim to be from a barony we have no knowledge of here and that poses a bit of a problem. Most notably because we know of all the baronies in Highland, in detail, from the linage of the ruling Baron and Baroness down to the operating forces of their individual armies." The Guard Captain reaches into a chest behind his chair and pulls out a rather weighty tome, setting it on the table between them and opening it to a page listing the names and locations of various landholders all across Highland. "But among these there is no Baron Emal. So now minstrel, since you claim to have played for this man, you are going to tell me everything you know about him and his estate. I want to know where it is, I want to know what other royals attend his Court, I want to know what their fighting force is like, I want to know what is produced on his lands and how much of it is exported. I want you to tell me every last thing there is to know about this Emal."