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[USEC_OFFICER]

Seanna grins back at Egen.
"Well I've got nothing to do. Wanna go find the others or something?"

Egen smiles back, "Sure. Why not? A little more money would be nice."

[Gamerlord]

"Off we go then!"
Go locate the rest of our group.

[USEC_OFFICER]

Go locate the rest of our group.

[Yoink]

Spoiler: OOC rambling (click to show/hide)

@Yoink. Well, I imagined the lizardpeople as mostly nomadic with a few permanent cities based around oases. But honestly, I hadn't really thought about their religion all that much. Knock yourself out in making something up if you want to, I'll try to roll with whatever you give me unless it's too ridiculous.

Well, if Yoink can't think of something, I could come up with a few starting ideas.

((I don't really have time to write out a whole thing right now, but I was thinking of their culture as being heavily inspired by Ancient Egypt, with plenty of warlike gods perhaps tingeing it with a Norse flavour. So, they value honour and skill in battle, that sort of thing- although being cold-blooded beings I wouldn't put too big a focus on bravery and berserkers.
I'd think magic would be viewed quite differently, with curses being and everyday, commonplace matter and the main Elements being sand, sun and shadow. Zombies (AKA mummies!) probably wouldn't be too unheard of either, rather seen as either guardians of dead rulers, or as tools for the living.
I'm rambling, but those are a few ideas. Maybe I should throw out a few god names... how about Bahket, Paht, Ehn and Kas, for starters.
Not sure what they'd each be the gods of, since I'm a bit tired to think of more stuff right now, hehe.

Edit: Wait, Bahket can be the god of water and irrigation, Paht the god of fears feasts, Ehn the god of death and the realm of the dead, and Ceth the god of blades. Kas can be the god of loot, spoils and pillaging/ambition, and Kranemh the god of cunning and strategy.
These are all just vague ideas, thrown out for your consideration, GM.
Obviously these gods are part of a pantheon, so should probably have a leader of w/e.))

[Yoink]

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[Pancaek]

Get up and take a walk though the city; anywhere but here is good. Keep an eye out for shiny things on the ground!

After Moskar briefly popped out to give you your bag of coins, you decide to take a nighttime walk trough the streets. The city is much quieter at night, most of the shops are deserted, though you can still hear quite some commotion from the market. [shiny roll=2] Walking along the streets, you suddenly spot something shining in an alley. Unable to contain yourself, you hurredly enter the alley to grab whatever it might be. It seems to be a pendant of some sort, it looks quite valuable too. It is also attached to the neck of a man that is cowering int he corner, clutching something tightly, while three other men seem to be kicking him.
"Come on now, jackass, just give us the missive. We aren't paid to kill you, but I wouldn't lose sleep over it."

It doesn't seem like they've seen you yet.

Forge a mithril katana.

[10+1 (lucky you)] You put the mithril bar into the fire and start heating it up. The flames dance before your eyes and the metal becomes nearly white hot. AS you put it onto the anvil it feels like the metal is singing to you, telling you what it would like to become in sweet whispers. You go into some kind of trance, hammering the metal wildly, sparks flying up after every hit. After what seems like an eternity, you snap out of it. You sharpen the blade carefully and put the leather ont he sheath and the grip.
Made: Mithril katana: beautifully made katana. Very sharp, very tough yet suprisingly low-weight. +1 to all attacks. no enchantments.

Seek out priests and question them about this curse business.

You go to the church and speak to the priest at the desk about the curse. He nods, and procures a paper from one of the deskdrawers. "Ah, found it. The woman is one Catherina Dumois. A minor nobility hailing from the central empire. It seems that she has been cursed by some minor deity. It seems like she has to do someting funny or embarrassing at least once every three days, or else bad things happen to her. These bad things have been getting more and more dangerous each time they happen. The last seems to have been..." You see him reading the same line multiple times, he then hesitantly speaks up "The last one was a  hitting her in the head while she taking a stroll trough the park. Her adress is on here as well, I'll give you a copy." He hands you a copy of the report.

>Criticize the priests for sitting around doing paperwork when they could be off spreading their god's word!
>Then ask whether the priest knows of Sir Artor The Tenacious, and if he was a follower of Solaris. Ask for more information about the man if possible

"I understand your aversion to our bureaucracy, but without it the workings of our church would fall into chaos. As for that name...hmmm...I believe that might have been a Imperial Dragoon commander during the second expansion, in 208 if memory serves. I can't really tell you much more, you could always try the library or other history books if you'd like to know more about him."

See if the windows are open or if I can unlock them without causing too much noise. If positive, climb in.

You check the windows. It seems that one of them just doesn't open at all, but the second one is only locked by a simple clasp on the inside. You take out a very fine piece of metal from you lockpicking set and slide it between the frame. [8] You manage to unlock the windows without so much as making a sound. You open it up and carefully climb trough. It seems you're in some kind of living room. The furniture seems to be cozy, if not somewhat old. A battered old book sits on the table, accompanied by a simple mug. A couple of wooden horses and soldiers, as well as a simple doll sit on the carpet by the hearth. You can't see much more on first glance, on account of it being rather dark.

"Off we go then!"
Go locate the rest of our group.

Seanna and Egen decide that it is probably time to find their former companions. They leave the Inn as the cloaked man is still playing and head back to Belgrad. On a hunch, they go back to the church where they first split up, and find Moskar conversing with one of the priests. They also see Nosegay being given something by the priest at the desk.

[Gamerlord]

"Nosegay! Um... Lizard guy! Any good jobs?"

[Harry Baldman]

"Nosegay! Um... Lizard guy! Any good jobs?"

"Yes, actually! A very fun-sounding job for some minor nobility - certainly an improvement over killing people in crypts, I would say! I'd be honored if you helped me with that, actually. That goes for you as well... Egen, I believe? And that wonderfully efficient lizard fellow as well!"

[Gamerlord]

"Oh? What's the job?"

[USEC_OFFICER]

"Yes, actually! A very fun-sounding job for some minor nobility - certainly an improvement over killing people in crypts, I would say! I'd be honored if you helped me with that, actually. That goes for you as well... Egen, I believe? And that wonderfully efficient lizard fellow as well!"

"Ah, I see... I'll be happy to help. Who is giving us this job?"

[Harry Baldman]

"Oh? What's the job?"

"Freeing a minor noblewoman from an equally minor deity's curse! Probably shouldn't be too difficult, and presumably it would be highly lucrative and good for our collective prestige if we did something like that."

"Ah, I see... I'll be happy to help. Who is giving us this job?"

"Why, the noblewoman, I would guess, through the intermediary of the fine church you're standing in right now."

[USEC_OFFICER]

"Why, the noblewoman, I would guess, through the intermediary of the fine church you're standing in right now."

"Ah. When do we leave?"

[Harry Baldman]

"Ah. When do we leave?"

"We're adventurers, silly! The only schedules we obey are our own! Regardless, it would be good to move out as soon as possible, or at least within the next three days at the latest."

[Gamerlord]

"Sounds good!"

[HailFire]

Tomo's brain immediately kicked into overdrive when she stumbled upon the scene, sandals padding softly on the cobbles as she came to a halt. She didn't really sneak intentionally, but not actually having to breathe had its perks!

These people, though... it was obviously a sensitive situation! Tomo wasn't entirely sure what a 'missive' was, but it sounded a lot like 'mission' or 'message', so it must be important! Both sides looked like hired help, too, so there was no telling who were the good guys or badguys here... until the one threatened to kill the cowering person if he didn't hand over the missile. Good guys didn't threaten to kill defenseless people like that, so they must be badguys! They might kill coweringperson before or if she intervened though, which would be no good... 'What would Master do...?' She thought as she fished through the pockets of her cloak.

An answer immediately sprung to mind: Deploy flanking skeletons to cover all possible entrances and exits of the alleyway, have archers take aim at the thugs, and summon a blinding flash of light between the two parties for shock and awe value before demanding information and/or capitulation; if they submit, interrogate them; if they resist, send in a wave of zombies to subdue them; if that doesn't work, shoot them full of holes, then interrogate one of the dead and raise the other corpses to reinforce any losses.

Master was so efficient! ...But Tomo did not have any minions, so this information didn't help her very much, though the magic in her head helpfully reminded her that she could now do that second-to-last part. ...What would Master do if Master didn't have a full compliment of minions?

"Raise more minions." Hmm.

Clearly, Tomo would have to improvise. She casts her cloak off dramatically-- underneath, she was somewhat unusually busty for her race and stature, wearing a mid-thigh-length snow-white kimono, a pair of flat straw sandals, and... not much else-- before drawing herself up to all five full feet of her height and addressing the group, feet planted firmly, one hand on her hip and the other brandishing the lightning stone at them. She had no idea how to use it, but she wasn't afraid to do so!

"Hi ho, Enemies of Justice! You is going to tell Tomo what is going on here, or Tomo is going to eat you limbs!" she declares, giving them a shark-toothed grin. Hopefully, the lighting would cast her skin as 'extremely' rather than 'unnaturally' pale, but the thought didn't even cross her mind.