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Post by Mushgnome on Jun 23, 2011 10:37:23 GMT -6
Casually looking through the available equipment and supplies, The Shadow of the Evermore asks the Gracious Provider, "Do you have any black pearls?""Nay, for treasures of the sea your best chance is one of the coastal towns like Kingsport or Innsmouth." He doesn't seem to find the question odd at all.
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Post by Mushgnome on Jun 23, 2011 10:40:51 GMT -6
..and eat your fill of oatmeal (though it appears they're running low on raisins). At least we're hoping they're raisins.. ;D
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Post by tombowings on Jun 25, 2011 11:03:46 GMT -6
The Sovereign Mask of All Who See motions at spend the night Aylesbury and figure the rest out in the morning.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2011 11:24:02 GMT -6
The Sovereign Mask of All Who See motions at spend the night Aylesbury and figure the rest out in the morning. Minion nods in agreement to this. "I would, however, suggest we stay wary and alert. Odd things can happen to strangers in a small, out-of-the-way place like this."
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Post by Mushgnome on Jun 25, 2011 11:34:35 GMT -6
The mystical city of Arkham beckons...
Is anybody opposed to the "spend the night at the church and catch the first train to Arkham" plan?
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Post by ehiker133 on Jun 25, 2011 12:49:16 GMT -6
OOC: Nope; that works for me.
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Post by Mushgnome on Jun 25, 2011 16:22:24 GMT -6
"So, are you going to actually BUY anything?" says the Provider, clearly growing impatient.
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Post by vito on Jun 26, 2011 6:08:42 GMT -6
To Mirthful: "Sorry I can't sell you any liquor, unfortunately Aylesbury is a 'dry' town. But if you're looking for a stiff drink, there's a place called The Gorge about an hour-and-a-half walk from here, down the Aylesbury Pike toward Dunwich. You can't miss it! And tell Bucket I said hi..." "Hmmm... an hour and a half you say?" The Mirthful Doomed contemplates this. On the one hand he is exhausted from his ordeal in the caves. On the other hand he needs alcohol. "Do you know where I can rent a horse to get me there more quickly?"
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Post by Mushgnome on Jun 26, 2011 7:52:44 GMT -6
"Hmmm... an hour and a half you say?" The Mirthful Doomed contemplates this. On the one hand he is exhausted from his ordeal in the caves. On the other hand he needs alcohol. "Do you know where I can rent a horse to get me there more quickly?" "A 'horse'?" says a puzzled Provider. "I can sell you some boots if you like..." OOC: There are no horses or mundane beasts of burden in the Carcosa setting. Most people walk everywhere; sometimes the brave sail. The Monorail has truly revolutionized overland travel. It's still morning, plenty of time to walk to the Pub and back by nightfall, assuming no delays, encounters, or detours...
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Post by vito on Jun 26, 2011 8:45:20 GMT -6
"Hmmm... How much are the boots?" Mirthful asks.
The Mirthful Doomed will walk to the pub. He'll ask everybody else in the party if they want to come along.
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Post by Mushgnome on Jun 26, 2011 9:01:00 GMT -6
"Hmmm... How much are the boots?" Mirthful asks. "You're in luck, my friend... I just received a crate full of railroad-issue steel-toe boots... a steal at only 24 sp a pair! This special introductory price won't last long!"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2011 10:01:39 GMT -6
"Hmmm... How much are the boots?" Mirthful asks. The Mirthful Doomed will walk to the pub. He'll ask everybody else in the party if they want to come along. "They would probably not serve me there. Some find it disturbing to watch bone men drink."
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jun 26, 2011 14:16:01 GMT -6
Fated to Die: "I'm covered in blood and dressed in a hair suit. I'm going to the church to see if the nuns are friendly. In my experience, pastors have the best-stocked liquor cabinets of all."
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Post by Mushgnome on Jun 27, 2011 8:32:27 GMT -6
Fated to Die: "I'm covered in blood and dressed in a hair suit. I'm going to the church to see if the nuns are friendly. In my experience, pastors have the best-stocked liquor cabinets of all." Shrouded in their concealing habits, the Matrons of Aylesbury are an enigma... they are grimly silent as they tend the wounded and conspicuously avoid eye contact with you strangers altogether. (In other words you'll have to role-play this out...)
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Post by tombowings on Jun 27, 2011 10:00:56 GMT -6
How tough do they look? Intimidation could be a useful tool here. That, or we could appeal to their sympathies of our sad story on the monorail.
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Post by Mushgnome on Jun 27, 2011 10:17:18 GMT -6
How tough do they look? Intimidation could be a useful tool here. That, or we could appeal to their sympathies of our sad story on the monorail. They look like unarmed middle-aged ladies with a strong sense of self-discipline. Of course with their bulky, concealing clothes, it's possible they're all tentacles from the waist down.
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Post by tombowings on Jun 27, 2011 10:35:31 GMT -6
Self-disciplined is what I afraid of...the tentacles were expected.
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Post by Mushgnome on Jun 27, 2011 10:50:37 GMT -6
Imagine "The Penguin" from Blues Brothers except green-skinned (and potentially mutated).
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jun 27, 2011 21:14:54 GMT -6
Fated to Die: "Matrons! I require washing. I am... unclean."
Fated opens the fur coat to reveal the obscene sigil scrawled in blood upon his torso.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2011 22:25:58 GMT -6
Fated to Die: "I'm covered in blood and dressed in a hair suit. I'm going to the church to see if the nuns are friendly. In my experience, pastors have the best-stocked liquor cabinets of all." Shrouded in their concealing habits, the Matrons of Aylesbury are an enigma... they are grimly silent as they tend the wounded and conspicuously avoid eye contact with you strangers altogether. (In other words you'll have to role-play this out...) Minion stares at them, though his skull is pointed a different direction.
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Post by Mushgnome on Jun 28, 2011 7:59:40 GMT -6
Fated to Die: "Matrons! I require washing. I am... unclean." Fated opens the fur coat to reveal the obscene sigil scrawled in blood upon his torso. [Charisma check = 10] There is a collective GASP as you bare your unclean, naked torso in the Church of the Mountain God! A few of the more sensitive matrons flee through a door in the back wall, while the others turn their back on you and continue their work. "Scuse me, sir?" The Orphan tugs at the hem of your coat and stammers, "But... but... doesn't you know THE LAW? Man 'n Woman not suppos'd to be talkin' and minglin'! But if it's a bath you's needin' I know a swimmin' hole. I kin show you the way."
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Post by Mushgnome on Jun 28, 2011 8:03:55 GMT -6
Meanwhile anybody want to join Mirthful Doomed for a pint at The Gorge?
(If nobody else wants to join you, I'll have the currently-NPC Eye of Thundera keep you company; don't want anyone wandering off alone do we!)
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Post by ehiker133 on Jun 28, 2011 8:47:58 GMT -6
The Shadow will join the Mirthful Doomed for a drink, as well.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jun 28, 2011 8:57:25 GMT -6
Fated to Die: "Boy, show me this swimming hole. Pack Slave, come with me. I will join the rest of you at The Gorge shortly."
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Post by Mushgnome on Jun 28, 2011 9:08:25 GMT -6
Starting a new thread for The Gorge...
Fated I think we can keep your swimming hole adventures here in this thread; the stream is just on the edge of town... (update momentarily)
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Post by Mushgnome on Jun 28, 2011 9:16:27 GMT -6
The Orphan leads Fated, Pack Slave (and anyone else who wants a bath?) down past the foundations of the old mill-house to a descending dirt path. The air is cool and moist and the hustle and bustle of Aylesbury is replaced by the cascading sounds of water, the buzz of mosquitoes, and the occasional croak of a bullfrog.
The Orphan chatters constantly, excited to have a new friend. "Now there's plenty udder LAWS 'sides no chattin' up the women. Likker and drunkkinness is UNCLEAN; ettin' flesh is UNCLEAN, dancin' and pornicattin' is UNCLEAN... but takin' baths is very very CLEAN, here's my spot I like to come and think and be alone..."
He has led you to a natural stone pool under a small waterfall. The water rushing down from the mountains is cold and clean.
[d6 = 4]
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Post by tombowings on Jun 28, 2011 9:31:04 GMT -6
Having on money, the Sovereign Mask of All Who See will follow Fated to Die and the boy onward to the bathing hole.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2011 12:09:05 GMT -6
Also having no funds, I head down for a bath. Being a bone man, I have little in the way of modesty, and shuck my armor down to my bones straight away.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jun 28, 2011 14:50:58 GMT -6
Fated to Die strips out of his coat and pajama bottoms and tosses them to Pack Slave, for him to scrub thoroughly.
[forgot if we already did this, but if not then all the nice clothes from the 3 vinyl bags goes into 1 vinyl bag, and the uninteresting stuff and the 2 remaining bags are left for the orphan to have]]
Fated tosses 2sp [deducted from char. sheet] to the orphan.
"Tell me of this town, boy. You look like the curious type... I bet you see things, hear things. This town have any secrets? Does The Gorge have any secrets?"
"Sovereign, Minion clean yourselves up... you'll drink on me tonight, but I'm not paying for the company of two unwashed heathens."
Fated steps into the pool and begins to wash himself clean.
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Post by Mushgnome on Jun 28, 2011 15:53:34 GMT -6
The Orphan's face lights up as he shyly accepts the shiny coins. Soon he has caught a bullfrog and floats it around in a vinyl dufflebag like a boat.
"Thanks mister! Well my Ma and Pa are gone so I reckon there's no one left to tell me THE SECRET. Train Boss tells me once I grow hair on my face he can git me a job and then maybe the Train Men will tell me THE SECRET...
"Pa went away last summer, there was a big 'splosion under the Tunnel, all they finded was his hat. Lots of kids round here ain't got no Pa, you see? But then last winter, a Fever took my Ma, she tell the Church-Mamas, look affer my boy here, and she give 'em the house-keys, now I cain't never go home, but I sleeps behind the Church and they give me carrots and taters and stuff, never say nuffin' to me and I's can play in the woods all I want. All kinds of things up in thar hills if ye keep real still and quiet like. But I darn't go all the way up the Cave affore I know THE SECRET!"
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