War of Gi'haané

[Dante]

Originally Posted by Neverwhere

[ooc] As for information about your character, pm me or email me the information. Thanks. [/ooc]

WHo was that directed to, boss dude?

[GatoFiero]

[OOC] Ah hell, i didn't intend for that to be a quest, that was just to explain why he was in the city in the first place. It goes with his back story. The same with Harashan, Haras for short. I shouldn't have writen that without getting my revised background info to you, which i will send now.[OOC]

Edit - Ok, i've PMed you. Perhaps that will clear somethings up.

Edit 2 - Ah screw it, i'll just say that Harashan also founded a church.

<OOC - Well, it's happened, and the punches have been rolled with. Heh, if in doubt, bluff. House Rule #1 of most of the gaming sessions I've ever had the pleasure of being a part of. No wiat, Pizza first, exp second is #1... oh well! - OOC>

A slight jostle from the crowd and a squishy step later, Boo's boot had a nice coating of road apple on the bottom of it. Go drown in Umberlee's vomit, ya worthless, fat, good fer nuthin'...

His mind wandered at the rude contact he had been handed by the hip of an over-endowed woman. The music had drifted away, and he lost any thought of catching up with the bard. Taking more time to assess the situation, Boo sees the man she's holding onto, and figures him to be a well-to-do merchant, showing his wife, or mistress, a good time. She may be obese, but her companion doesn't seem to be doing too bad for himself. I hope he wouldn't be mad if I helped myself to some of his lesser trinkets.

<OOC Pickpocket check, die roll +9, Dex+4, skill +4, 17)

[Neverwhere]

Three things:

1. Pick pocket successful: 10 sp, 1 gp
2. Do not put that useless ooc stuff on here. PM or use the 8-Bit D&D thread please!!!
3. Any questions, comments, etc can be directed to me at my MSN/AIM/Yahoo! accounts or by email (brian-engel@uiowa.edu)

Slowly walking away from his new-but-gone "friend", the little pickpocket started keeping an eye out for the city watch. Those archbishop's boys better not show up anytime soon, the fun's just barely started.

Slipping his earnings into his secure purse, and pulling a few small, clear, and colorful stones out of one of his belt pouches, the minute scoundrel leaned against the wall of a building, with two separate alleys in sight. Patience, patience, an opportunity will arise.

[cruelty13]

BORED...The person who thought that was a black haired lady with pale complexion leaning on the wall of a tavern.
Why did I come here. Oh yeah, I am on the Grand Tour of all cities.
The woman thought. Her name was Melissande bidden, a high-elf. She was on the tour of all cities she could reach. It was a thing sorcers of her town did, in order to see the world and gain knowlage. She herself was from the town of [place to be filled later, in hopes, that the DM will create a town of elves. Sorry.] and after travelling two hundred miles she had finaly reached reached Saint Johnson. But the town was a useless place for her. Then she noticed something.
STOP STARING AT ME she yelled at some drunkards.
After that she started walking. She walked through the fair, without anything actually catching her eye.
Then she once again felt something. But this tome it was serious. It was something evil.

[Tor]

Entering the tavern the small but odd halfling raised his voice "Who owns this joint huh?"
What does a guy have to do to earn a bit of money here in this city?
He walked towards the counter and asked again politely "Are you the owner of this..." He looked around "fine establishment?" he continiued "And if, do you need someone to entertain your the drunks?" His smile was of the innocent kind.

Man I hope I can get some work here now... my pouch is getting thinner for each day now.

{St. Johnson}
A man stood still amongst the crowds, making his way off the road. He spotted a piece of wood in the wall. It was very well wedged in. He used his climbing gear to get up. His long black hair went right over his shoulders as he looked up the wall and began to scale it. His auburn eyes looked straight up the vertical shoot. He climbed up it, and held his position. He looked around for a suitable victim.
I love the big towns. Easy to slip around in, get through, all sorts of things. It's absolutely perfect to disappear in. Now, I want a wee bit of cash to prevent major money loss.
Alen looked about for the easiest pocket to pick. He spotted a man hunched down. He was rather burly, but had the look of a hard worker about him. Alen let his hands slip down, and pulled the climbing gear back down. Alen twisted his hand right into his pocket. Oh let me get it, let me get it. He pulled out the bag, and moved silently backwards.
He then checked the bag for how much money he had grabbed.

[Neverwhere]

The bartender looks the bard up and down slowly.

"Entertainment huh? We could use some. Go ahead and set up, but if you suck, Ill slit yer throat."

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Alen - Pickpocket successful, 4sp

[GatoFiero]

Ashnak was confused. All he thought he had to do was walk toward the big building, but it seemed that many of these streets were dead ends. Finally he decided to ask someone for help. Upon peering around he spies someone with what appears to be a cleric's robs. He approaches the cleric and asks "Could you tell me how to get to ArchBishop Lyann of Mystra? I thought he was in that big building over there, but i can't seem to find my way there."