This thread continues the roleplaying campaign previously continued in
https://mlpol.net/vx/res/2421.htmlOur players - one of whom is still munching on some random guy's face - nears the once-distant port city, without the faintest idea what to expect.
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>>3162Don't thank me, you can thank the good citizens of (what nation is Trumpaladin from exactly?). It is they, not I, who have paid for this assistance to the great merchant people.
>>3163Sensing that it is not quite the proper time for this, Trump mentions over to the merchant "Excuse men, can I get the sheath for Vandereim?" takes, the sheath, and tries to sheath Vandereim until the time is right
>>3160"Very nice by the way, but I'm afraid not quite of the quality we prefer at the Belligerent Gnome. Have you tried Previously Owned?"
>>3167>Trumpire"Wait! No! You, aw ye pansy," V laments. "You haven't heard the last of me wench!"
>>3166"They wouldn't even let me see 'em! They told me I had to pay to walk in the damn door!"
>>3165I'm not sure which one is Cain's demon-slaying one (though there is a demon-slaying one) is, but sure.
>>3168"No, but I might try it out. It's nice to know who last used a tool..." Tracy say nonchalantly, as she gathers up all the knives in the store and places them into her little sack.
The assistant walks up to the shopkeep and whispers in his ear. He whispers back, they start slap-fighting each-other, and the shopkeep turns back to face you.
"With all that, I simply need a guarantee of payment and our transactions are concluded." ^_^
Trump notices the shopkeep cast the assistant a sidelong glance.
>>3171>leans toward TrumpCan i turn them into silver?
The assistant proclaims. "Due to the immense load of,... business you have brought our fine shop, I have been assured that your lodging and food are gratis at the Sticky Wicket. Their able staff will be waiting to serve you free of charge, whenever you should desire to patronize their establishment."
>>3169"Don't you worry, your time *will* come," Trump says to Vandereim as he sheaths him
>>3171Trump tenders a check with special insignia to the merchant. "This is basically a treasury bond. Credit of the highest order. All the banks in the world will fail, and the sun will fail to rise, before the government skips out on an interest payment. But I'm sure your fine people already know that from decades' experience"
>>3174Thankfully that is unnecessary
>>3175Huzzah! To the Sticky Wicket!
>>3177The merchant doesn't recognize the markings of the document, but given that Trump coughed up 10000 shekels (thats enough to buy a Keep BTW) he's not parsing hairs. He smacks his assistant and directs him to direct the party.
>>3177"Its not ME time that's a comin' lad! That one's not ta be trusted! Say the word, and we can reign not-hell down upon 'er!"
So the assistant leads the way to the Sticky Wicket, a 2-story Inn, bar, and grill situated conveniently in a convenient place. Its convenient.
At the door you are greeted by a large-nosed fellow.
"Good afternoon!" says the door-man as you (?) make your way inside.
>>3178>Trump whispers to Vandereim - "Oh I know. That's why I bought you">>3178*Trump is disturbed by the possibility the credit was not recognized*
Meanwhile, Yak Lee and Infernius are still drooling on themselves.
>>3180Its multi-dimensionality, don't read into it.
>>3179Trump is reassured by the appearance of the man, who looks similar to many fine individuals Trumpaladin worked with in his former life
The Sticky Wicket offers an ample buffet of deluxe-priced foods, as well as a bar and grill for more specialty entrees. There's a fireplace, a winding staircase (leading to the rooms) and seating pretty much wherever you could want to sit.
Thez says "Now we're talking," and wanders to the bar.
Another jew (oh lets not kid ourselves) wanders over and asks "Do you have any baggage you need assistance with? Your reservation was called ahead."
>>3183The book was agreed to be delivered.
>>3185"Oh, no thank you. I only have a few items on me"
>>3186Oh, i thought I was going to pick it up
>>3185"No baggage for me
Torcuil runs to the buffet, stuffing a plate
>>3187"Very well sir. Here is your key (no 33), second hall on the left, upstairs. Would you like something prepared for you, perhaps there's a dish you'd like prepared?"
>>3188I stand corrected, that WAS the arrangement. You venture off to the booth, but find it unoccupied for the moment, with a "Will Return" sign.
Thez walks back with a frustrated look on her face. "10 shekels for a drink? What kinda operation is this?!" she crosses her arms impatiently. "Ya'll are lucky I'm lawful,...."
>>3190Trump takes the key,
"Great! I'll take a Taco bowl as an appetizer, an angus steak - well done - and for desert I'll have a chocolate cream pie with not one, but two scoops of vanilla ice cream"
>>3192"Ready in 10min sir! DO you take Ketchup?"
>>3192"I'll have what he's having! Make that rare though."
So basically, the stage is set for everyone to settle in. Torcuil has a pair of staves, one the worn oaken one and the other a weathered-green copper shaft (transmutation). Trump has an ever-talkative bastard (sword) on his back, and Tracy has sooooooo many new knives,.... <3
The food is decent quality, Trump's steak being suitably well-done per his taste, while Tracy's steak is so rare its bluish (the best way to eat a steak FYI). Torcuil fills up on Argentine Joint, potatoes and greens, when the cook appeared from behind the scenes,... sorry, and proffers cakes, pies and pastries. Thez finds herself a vacant spot on one of the couches surrounding the fireplace, and sits in irritated contemplation.
SO not done yet, if that's what ur thinking, unless u have-to go
Except for Lee and Inf, who have collapsed, but are still drooling
>>3200same and I want sleep, so see yall laterTorcuil finds his way to his room and retires for the night
>>3195>>3200Aren't you like a pony though? Should you be eating steak at all?>>3202After the meal, Trumpaladin enters the room pr rooms, and is careful to check all possible entrances and exits, and whether the group is split apart across several rooms
Alright! <session-terminating cinematic incoming>
As the evening progresses, the various pirates, er sailors, make their way to their rooms (being on strict schedules of rape and murder). Torcuil retires first, followed by Trump, and then (presumably) Tracy, while Thez contemplates from the fireplace.
Stillness permeates through the building, nothing untoward occurring or registering from inside the party's spacious (you got a good room) accommodations. Everything seems peaceful and calm,... until suddenly one of those big-nosed fellows (though now his face has fur and big whiskers) punches through the floor. The fellow is clearly incapacitated, but also clearly bestial. From below you can hear Thez chastize herself: "I knew it. I FUCKING knew it! Come on then motherfuckers! Let's get MeSsY!!"
From inside the room, the presence of several stomping feet can be detected from the lower floor, and an increase in ambient speech suggests that several people have decided to enter the Inn for 'an unknown reason' and are engaged in a heated exchange. Some thumping and shuddering can be felt through the building, and a feeling of uneasiness slowly creeps over the party. Except for Lee and Infernius that is.
>>3208ROFLMAO
Nice. We'll leave it at that. ^_^
Afterthoughts:
>>3203You're surprised that Tracy Cage is eating meat? Also, Vandereim proceeds to proclaim that whatever is going on downstairs is clearly a result of you not killing that wench.
>>3202>gave money to a JewGood luck with that. No spoilers but,....
>>3209I see. It's the same as happens in "The Shadow Over Innsmouth" by H.P. Lovecraft. Thankfully, Trumpaladin has prepared for precisely this situation. Since I was kind of expecting it. But not furry jews. That was a total surprise. See
>>3203commence blatant plagiarism the plot of that bookTrumpaladin kicks the rat-jew-whatever back down in its hole and alerts his party (which apparently is in the same room as him), and goes through the door between rooms into the vacant room adjacent, but not before barricading the door to the main room. There, he barricades both doors while looking for a way from the second or third or so floor to ground level. After climbing down to the ground level, Trumpaladin goes through the less well lit and silent alleys to the edge of town, and hides in the river bed under a bridge
Okay, I don't know how much of that my character can do, but that's more or less what I would have him do outside of cinematic mode >>3214You find yourself in the field you last spoke to the party in. There is a Yak here. You seem to have zoned out for a while. Its night time. In the distance (from the city) you hear a commotion.
>>3214I don't mind, you can work your way into the city if you'd like, but I'll avoid it getting to hairy until next time.