Turn Sixty Four[…]
Follow and support Gerdevver. Keep an eye out for loose change.
Go follow party around in my barrel, bugging them to go on the bandit quest until they agree.
"May I interest you," says Gervedder to the local herbalist,
"In an advanced payment plan, say, an influx of possibly needed-"”Totally,” supports Tackov.
"And possibly rare ingredients-"”Like, really rare.”"From the nearby mountains, which I hear are quite dangerous-"”Like, totally dangerous.”"EXOTIC ingredients and the like-"”Dude. Let’s go kill the bandit.””And perhaps even a useful treasure that I would be willing to part with in exchange for what-“”Dude! Let’s go kill the bandit!”"FOR WHAT I WOULD term a correspondence course in herbalism for adventurers?"”Ooh look! A Green Farthing! Sweet!”"I mean, I would not, strictly speaking, provide any competition to you in the area, considering that-"”Considering that, you know, we could be spending this time killing the bandit?”"CONSIDERING THAT THE THINGS I would make would be strictly for personal and adventurous use."”Word.”"For that matter, we are unlikely to stay in Bletchley for any length of time-"”Good, because, you know, we could be spending this time killing the bandit!”"AND YOU HAVE TO CONSIDER WHAT ONE SHOULD VALUE MORE,” shouts Gervedder, feeling a slight amount of irritation,
”A one-time payment or NO BUKKAR NOT SLAYING BANDITS or a possibly profitable long-term partnership in return for what is, BY DEFINITION TACKOV DON’T SAY A WORD, a resource you cannot really exhaust. Not to mention the free advertising one gets when they count potentially distinguished adventurers amongst their students."”You have to say Mr Gervedder Vietzo is a very reasonable man.””Except on the subject of haste in the slaying of bandit chiefs who are probably this very second killing innocents and stealing gold AND FLEEING FROM OUR CLUTCHES.””Can I borrow this?””Yeah, sure.”Gervedder takes what appears to be a rather large cork from the herbalist’s counter, and stuffs it into Bukkar Crangrom’s airhole. A muffled cry escapes. He turns to Tackov, snatching another cork and wielding it dangerously.
”Don’t think I won’t, Tackov. Don’t think I won’t.”He turns back to the herbalist.
”So what do you say?””Yeah, ok. Sounds quite reasonable, in fact.”Not long after, Gervedder Vietzo is the proud owner of the beginnings of a correspondence course in herbalism, one vial of ready-mixed Cureall, five herbalist's containers that he's promised to fill with specified exotic mountain herbs, and two corks, one of them stuck in a nearby barrel.
He is soon ambling quietly out of town, followed by his almost equally quiet companions.
Action: Quietly amble out of town...wait for the others
Once out of town, the quiet (except for the noise of Bukkar's spikey barrel clanging off the cobbles) threesome find Lady Foxglove.
She is looking super-presentable, and holding an eight foot long shiny pole.
She acknowledges them with a glance, and then nods towards the east.
”Medha...”Throw Grenade of the Fool to deter pursuiters and foil their pursuiting plot! Complete with "No, you're the ones that stop" one liner.
...Fleeing on her spider from two pursuiting guards and their heinous pursuiting plot, Medha Correo turns to laugh, prepares a one liner, pulls her cursed grenade from her inventory, half-drops it, half-catches it in one hand, bounces it across to the other, and, swivelling in a mad panic, smashes it to pieces on the forehead of her bony mount.
”Bother.”Both Medha and her bonespider tumble to the ground in a flurry of limbs and swearing; the young curse crafter gets up, brushes herself off, and groans as the two guards rein in their horses and dismount a few feet away.
One trains his crossbow on her; the other points his halberd.
He doesn't point it in a friendly way.
”Ah.”He doesn't speak in a friendly way, either.
”Ello ello ello, what's all this then? Fleeing and Idiocy? Resisting Arrest? Riding a Bonespider Under the Influence? What's it gonna be?”Unequip my harmful headfire.
Meanwhile, back in Bletchely, Whiz the Whizzard's head is on fire.
...He stops, drops, and rolls about on the floor whilst screaming and holding his head, and at some point he notices that his head doesn't seem to be
quite as warm as it was.
He gets up.
Half a dozen town guards approach.
”You there! Are you a wizard? Do you know anything about this... this massacrous explosion? Perhaps you should come down to the station for a quiet chat... Did you know your head is on fire?”Did I forget to knock one turn off Lady Foxglove's cooldown? I'll have to remember to check next time.
Name: Tackov Cedtry
Class: Level 3 Gusty Wind Mage
Status: -1 to gut defence. +1 missile defence. -1 to melee. Dressed!
Health: [HP: 60/60] |
The Vomiting! |
Severed Guts!Abilities: Magical Typhoon I,
Wind Blast I,
Wind Blast II,
Wind Step I,
Squishy,
Sissy Slap FightInventory: Minor Mana Potion x1,
Scroll of Beginner’s Fireball x1, one memorised use of:
Gee, Mr. Whiz, You Sure Are Fast! Mouldy Wizard Hat, bits of guts (own), You Bastard the Mangy Donkey,
Cloak of Camouflage, 1 Green Farthing.
Name: Whiz
Class: Level 3 Whiznificent Whiz Wiz(ard)
Status: +1 to lower leg defence. -1 to social interaction. +1 to balancing.
Health: [HP: 70/85] |
Giant Rat’s Tail! |
HeadfireAbilities: Red Carpet,
Shield I,
Gee, Mr. Whiz, You Sure Are Fast! Gee, Mr. Whiz, You Sure Are Fast II,
Obviously a Powerful Wizard,
It’ll Make You Blind!Inventory: Crossbow, Unlimited Quiver,
Raider’s Dress of Shin Protection, 37 Yuros, Fancy Clothes,
Middling Mana Potion x1, Cutlass, Three daggers,
Minor Health Potion x3, +1 Bolt of Accuracy x4, +1 Bolt of Burning x4, +1 Bolt of Paralysis x2,
Middling Health Potion x1,
Carrying Serf x0 (not currently mounted).
Name: Medha Correo
Class: Level 3 Alchemist Curse Crafter
Status: +1 to gut defence. -1 to chest defence. Cursed (-2 to movement rolls, one turn left).
Health: [HP: 85/85] |
Severed Rib! |
Severed Rib!Skull Spider Health: [HP: 25/25]Abilities: Craft Curse Grenade,
Opportunistic Attack I,
Curse Crafter,
Curse of the Fool,
Wandering Asshole,
Curse of the Curse CrafterInventory: Dagger, Half a dress, 73 bandages,
Neckless of the Ribless, Dagger, Lock picking kit,
Iron Cuirass, 241 Yuros, Crossbow,
Brittle Jagged Groinbone Dagger of Good, 4 vials of human blood, 6 vials of kobold blood,
Grenade of the Fool x0.
Name: Gervedder Vietzo
Class: Level 3 Damaged Opportunistic Messenger
Status: +1 to gut and chest defence. +1 defence if moves.
Health: [HP: 85/85]Abilities: Just a Brainflesh Wound,
Nimble Feet,
This Messenger Delivers,
Make Way for the Messenger! Important,
Stop For DirectionsInventory: Crossbow, Unlimited Quiver, 8 bandages, 2 Yuros,
Iron Cuirass, Crossbow, Gerald the Mule, Two weeks rations and a bedroll,
Cureall,
Apprentice Herbalist's Manual,
Herbalist's Containers x5, Large Cork x2.
Name: Lady Foxglove Vainglorious the III
Class: Level 3 Glamorous Ravenhaired Crusader
Status: Super-presentable! +1 to head, chest and groinbone defence.
Health: [HP: 85/85]Abilities: Ravena’s Ear,
Silent as a Raven’s Wing,
Opportunistic,
Honeyed Tongue,
Vain,
Self-RelianceInventory: Minor Health Potion x2, Crossbow, Unlimited Quiver,
Masterwork Helm,
Flying Warsquid,
Lance, Sword,
Mercenary Squidrider Uniform,
Masterwork Poledancing Pole,
chainmail lingerie, 34 Yuros, 10 bandages, Decent provisions (day) x5, Live eel x400.
Name: Bukkar Crangrom
Class: Level 3 Sprayin' Ragin' Mage
Status:Health: [HP: 85/85] |
The Vomiting!Abilities: Rage Flight,
Rage Lazors I,
Ass of the Flaming Foot I,
Lightning Fist I,
Always Looking For a Fight,
Always HungoverInventory: Sword of Severing! Crossbow, 400 Green Farthings,
Large Sealed Bling Barrel.
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