Heroica RPG - Quest#100: To The Tower of Babel

[Pyrovisionary]

Sarge knocks over the barrel. "He can reach it now."

[Duvors]

Sarge knocks over the barrel. "He can reach it now."

"Seriously?"

[Pyrovisionary]

Tired, annoyed and a bit drunk, Sarge tries to help Throlar: "Right sonny. You want any respect? Stop acting like a toddler. No more death threats, no more 'You killed Kenny the mutant! You bastards!' Yer the least experienced person here so stop trying to take charge and yer can't even slap me. Yer act like you is superior to us but, mate. Yer aint, yer just a hypocrite. Nobody likes a smartarss either."

[K-Nut]

Sarge knocks over the barrel. "He can reach it now."

"Gross, now all of her chopped up body parts are pouring out onto the floor..."

[Duvors]

Tired, annoyed and a bit drunk, Sarge tries to help Throlar: "Right sonny. You want any respect? Stop acting like a toddler. No more death threats, no more 'You killed Kenny the mutant! You bastards!' Yer the least experienced person here so stop trying to take charge and yer can't even slap me. Yer act like you is superior to us but, mate. Yer aint, yer just a hypocrite. Nobody likes a smartarss either."

"I was asking you to do things, not telling, there's a difference, I don't want your respect, I want you to shut up and get the hell out of my life, not that that's possible, and I think you don't understand that a hypocrite is someone who finds fault with others while ignoring those same faults themselves, I personally admit to being an arrogant, brash, self-centered little idiot, so that makes you the hypocrites here, also..."

Throlar made for the exit.

"... I don't give a damn what the hell any of you think of me, goodbye!"

(OOC: Sandy, can we please assume that Throlar pocketed the Sedative?)

Edited July 2, 2014 by Lord Duvors

[Sandy]

(OOC: Sandy, can we please assume that Throlar pocketed the Sedative?)

QM Note: Yes, Throlar picked it up.

Having gotten fed up with his comrades, Throlar stormed out of the False Wizard, only to be met by a confused crowd, including Captain Buwakhareen and his winged monkeys.

"Someone yelled for guards. Can you explain why?"

Meanwhile, inside the tavern the party had hidden Grimelda's body into a large barrel. The assassin had vanished with the smoke, leaving the party in a bind.

"So, will we make use of the back door now, or stay here to explain all the blood?"

[Pyrovisionary]

"Nuthin' we can do now. We Peg it through the back door."

Sarge runs through the back door, smoke bombs at the ready.

Edited July 2, 2014 by Pyrovisionary

[Duvors]

"Wheeell, me and the guys I came in with decided to get a drink here, and we'd placed our orders and the proprietress was about to give them to us when some crazy assassin came out of nowhere and killed her, then she told us that the proprietress was trying to poison us because she was in league with a organization we're trying to defeat (don't ask), a drunk dwarf who was in there with us when out for the guards, that brought in a poncanae companion of ours who was waiting outside, another friend of ours, a giant orc-hobgoblin-gremlin-ogre mix, was also waiting outside, but he was too big to get in so I told him to wait 'round the back, and the assassin, her name was something like Detraehc Loc, told us to hide the body, most of my companions went along with her but I didn't trust her so I called for the guards, then one of my companions, the dark skinned mage (his name is Nur by the way), searched the body and found a letter on it which proved the Loc's story, he also took the chance to 'feel' the corpse, the dammed pervert, and the idiot misinterpreted it and managed to convince Loc that we were with the Wolfgang (that's the organization I mentioned earlier) so she vanished in a puff of smoke, I found this behind the bar," he said holding up the Sedative for examination, "it's what the proprietress tried to slip us in our drinks, but it isn't poison, it's some kind of sedative. Well anyway, two of my companions, a norse and a drunkard in a tricorn, decided to make me the scapegoat, so the drunk told the poncanae to go and tell you lot that I had done the murder (she didn't, good on her), and the norse stuffed the corpse into the barrel, hacking it apart in the process I might add, and when I pointed out that they couldn't say I put the corpse into the barrel because I couldn't reach the drunk shoved it over, at that point I got disgusted with them and came out here, they're probably making an escape through the back door now, the hybrid green giant (his name is Orokai) and the poncanae (her name is Warlbartan) are innocent of anything, the rest are guilty of everything I've told you they're guilty of and are probably pathological liars, so don't trust them. I wouldn't travel with them by choice but I didn't have one, now can I please have a bloody drink?"

[Khorne]

Eric strode towards the back exit. He was disappointed in the inn. There were no drinks, no place to sleep and found almost no information. The Nord was truly in Vega, the City of Sin, but he didn't have any coin to enjoy its vices. He almost felt sorry for himself. Almost, though, because truly feeling sorry for himself would be pathetic. He was still the brains and brawn of the party in his eyes, so he got that going for him. He grinned deviously.

"Bra, let's get out of here. Let's go find that Tower. We ditch the dwarf. He's weak, both in the mind and in physical strength," he raised an eyebrow and chuckled. Pointing his thumb towards his broad chest he said, "my opinion? They dropped him on the head when he was small,..er, small-er."

While he stood in at the backdoor, he stated quite reassuringly, "besides, he told us himself he wanted us out of his life. He called the guards, let him deal with them. Not my problem."

Eric's grin slightly subdued, but it was still noticeable. His eyes, however, burned more prominent with childish pleasure now.

[K-Nut]

Althior glared towards the dwarf as he walked out. He'd known that he'd been a pain in the past, but to go around and stab the rest of the party in the back? Whatever, he'd made his choice, and it wasn't like this was the first time Althior had to run from authorities.,"Let's get the hell out of here already and get to the tower. No more further delay's,"

[Sandy]

Captain Buwakhareen listened Throlar's rant before finally stopping him. The crowd had began to disperse, finding better things to spend their nights at than a rambling dwarf.

"Alright, I've heard enough. Guards, make sure the witness does not bail on us. I'll go check the tavern."

The metasimian returned to Throlar a moment later.

"The proprietress' body was in the barrel, as you said. Your so-called companions had fled through the back, though. I'll arrange a search party, but first you will have to tell your story to the Emerald Emperor. Grimelda was his close friend, so I imagine he will not be pleased."

As the winged monkeys began to walk Throlar towards the green casino, the rest of the party hid in the backalleys.

"The gates are closed for the night, remember. We won't be leaving this city anytime soon. They will find us sooner or later if we huddle up like this. The captain of the guards seemed like competent fellow."

"What do you suggest we do, then?"

"We split up. There's a lot of people on the streets, so we have better chance to blend in if we act like casual tourists."

What will the party decide to do?

[Pyrovisionary]

Sarge hides his weapons on his person, and draws his cloak further over him. Removing his helmet he looks like a fat monk. "We split."

[Duvors]

"Right, may I ask what we're waiting for then? You don't need my permission to take me to your superior."

(OOC; )

Edited July 3, 2014 by Lord Duvors

[Sandy]

"Right, may I ask what we're waiting for then?"

QM Note: We were waiting for me to get a good night's sleep. Different timezones, remember?

The winged monkeys dragged Throlar into the monochromatically green mansion. Inside, there were stalls where people playing different games in exchange for gold. Above it all was a balcony with a throne, and on that throne sat a man wearing a green crown.

"Kneel before the Emerald Emperor, dwarf!"

But the crowned man just laughed out loud and waved his hand.

"Haha! Bufkin, there's no reason to scare our guests like that! Making them cower usually makes their purses tighter, you know?"

"Your majesty, this is no guest of ours. The people he arrived with commited a hideous deed. They murdered Grimelda, the tavern keeper!"

The grin on the Emerald Emperor's face vanished in that instant.

"WHAT?!"

The whole hall went silent. Everyone's eyes turned on Throlar.

[K-Nut]

Althior unbuttons his vest, stuff his weapon and cloak into his pack, and attempt to ruffle up his hair, looking a bit like a drunken bum. Obviously, those did exist in this town. "I agree. Don't do anything too conspicuous." He turned to Eric, "Which means no escorts for you," He turns back to the rest of the party, "We meet back behind Unikitty's shop before dawn, then get out of the city as fast as we can," He looks to Nur. "Mind passing me your cobra hat for the time being? Might as well try to look as different as possible for the time being,"

Those face changing masks would be perfect now... Crap.

[Jebediahs]

He looks to Nur. "Mind passing me your cobra hat for the time being? Might as well try to look as different as possible for the time being,"

Nur looked in the pack he carried, his eyes landing on the Grogmas holiday items. He thought of the stipulation attached to the use of the Cobra Nemes. Surely he could not part with it but the scarf was precious as well. Nur stood silent for another moment then quickly buried his face in the Muff and inhaled deeply before offering it to Althior. "Yes, I do mind but you can cover your face with this." Something had to remain sacred to the man.

[Duvors]

"Your majesty, this is no guest of ours. The people he arrived with commited a hideous deed. They murdered Grimelda, the tavern keeper!"

The grin on the Emerald Emperor's face vanished in that instant.

"WHAT?!"

The whole hall went silent. Everyone's eyes turned on Throlar.

"You misunderstood my words captain, I said, quite plainly, that the murder was carried out by one Detraehc Loc. She appeared out of nowhere and killed Grimelda just as she was about to serve us our drinks, Loc then told us her name (which is how I know it by the way) and said that Grimelda had been trying to poison us! Loc also said that she was one of the Red Assassins and that Grimelda used to be one herself before defecting to the Wolfgang, a group who is currently trying to get at me and the men I came with for reasons that I cannot explain in public. At that point an inebriated dwarf who was in the tavern at the time, I think his name was Hodurr, charged out the door to fetch the guards, he can corroborate everything I've said up to now, if you can find him that is. Loc then said that we had to hide Grimelda's corpse, and although the rest of my companions trusted her I didn't, and I subsequently called for the guards, I'd have run but the people with me were barring the way, this attracted the notice of two persons, a giant green hybrid called Orokai and a female pongcanis named Warlbartan, they had been traveling with us when we entered the city but had not entered the tavern with us, Warlbartan entered but Orokai was too big, I think I told him to wait around the back for some reason. Anyhow our leader, a necromancer named Althor told another member of the party, a dark-skinned mage called Nur, to search the body then take it out back and burn it, Loc said something about that not working and a large barrel in the room being the only place where they could hide the body in time. Then..."

Throlar sighed,

"Your majesty, Nur carried out the first part of his orders and found a letter that proved Loc's story but the idiot mistook it's meaning and managed to convince Loc that we where allied to the Wolfgang, fool. Loc swiftly fled the scene, and I quickly searched behind the counter and found this."

Throlar held up the Sedative so everyone could see it.

"Before she had fled Loc said she had seen Grimelda add this to our drinks before bringing them to us, but she was mistaken as to it's purpose, as this is clearly marked as a Sedative. At this point the last two of my companions, a norseman called Eric and a man who called himself 'Sargent' McEncy, decided to scapegoat me. After stuffing the body into the barrel they started saying that I had done it, at that point I left, getting out of the door before anyone could stop me, in retrospect I ought to have done that as soon as I first met them. Now can I please have a drink?"

Edited July 4, 2014 by Lord Duvors

[Pyrovisionary]

Sarge taps his foot against the hard cobble, humming slightly to himself. If they were gonna continue on like this they might not even get to the tower. He may aswell die right here if he couldn't bloody find anything. He was no alchemist, no doctor, what chance did he have? Not much of one..... It'd go on as a never ending circle, not doing much and trying to continue as normal. If questing had ever been normal.

[Sandy]

The party in the alleyway were now sufficiently disguised so that the guards would not recognize them if they stayed apart from each other. Throlar would be a different case, though.

"Looks good enough for me. Now, how do you think we should split? All on our own, or in pairs, or what?"

Back at the Emerald Palace, the crowned man was done listening to Throlar's recount.

"An interesting tale, Master Dwarf. Forgive me, I did not catch your name. I am Roland Emeraldo, the mayor of this city and the owner of this casino. Fetch this man a drink, someone!"

The Emerald Emperor then looked at the metasimian guard.

"Bufkin, inform Glimda of her sister's demise. She will no doubt tear down this city brick by brick in search of the culprits. And by gods, have you sent your monkeys after the assassins yet?"

"I am onto it, Your Majesty." The metasimian swiftly left the building with a sour face on his face. Apparently the emperor's nickname to him wasn't to his liking.

Throlar was brought a drink. He then had the opportunity to look around the casino. To his right were two game booths, one titled "Lucky Clams" and the other "Triple Magic".

To his left there was another booth, dedicated to "Decamon".

"Please enjoy yourself, Master Dwarf. You brought invaluable information, but I will need you to stick around until we catch your companions."

[Duvors]

Throlar instantly drained his cup to the bottom, enjoying every drop of it.

Bowing to the emperor he said, "My name is Throlar Wineghilm your majesty, and may I compliment you on the originality of having a casino for a palace? I've never encountered such a thing before!"

He wisely did not add that he thought that the design was architecturally unsound and that the color choices only made the place even more of an eyesore.

[K-Nut]

The party in the alleyway were now sufficiently disguised so that the guards would not recognize them if they stayed apart from each other. Throlar would be a different case, though.

"Looks good enough for me. Now, how do you think we should split? All on our own, or in pairs, or what?"

"We all stand alone, but always have an eye on another one of us. If they catch one of us, we should probably have each others backs. No one should be left alone with the dwarf," He chuckled. "Unless anyone has a problem with that method?"

[Pyrovisionary]

Sarge nods to Althior's decision in agreement, sniggering at the comment about Throlar.

Edited July 4, 2014 by Pyrovisionary

[Sandy]

"Unless anyone has a problem with that method?"

"We should probably head into the more crowded streets, then."

[Pyrovisionary]

Sarge heads into the street, trying to find an interesting street performer.

[Duvors]

(OOC; I take it Sandy does not feel like responding to me at the moment.)