"Well, you surely noticed I was the one who killed her? As such, shouldn't I get first pick from the loot? I mean you can keep all bodyparts you want, but rest of the stuff should be fairly shared. Like 100% to me and 0% to you. We can negotiate nuances of dividends, but that's fairly realistic ballpark estimate how it should go. Well, perhaps assistant's fee of 5% would be acceptable."
Negotiate proper share the loot. 50/50 is fine (not counting bodyparts), but I want weapon of some sort in case mind and magic fails.
She frowns. She was hoping you were not as familiar with clan law. She produces the spearhead she had already gotten, a few copper coins and an inscribed wooden stylus, then hands them all to you. She will content herself with the parts.
She steps away from the corpse, pulling up the long sleeves of her dress after removing the knife from one of them, demonstrating clearly that she has hidden nothing in them. You'd suppose this to be a ritual gesture, given that as far as you can tell she's got far more places to stow things than just that.
"Light. More the domain of Physics than Chemistry, of course, but I suppose a revelation is often discussed in such terms - and you've just experienced one, I warrant."
reveal v make known; expose or show revelation n.
REVELATION
[Word: 5]
It washes over him as a wave again. He inhales, then exhales, closing his eyes as he stops breathing for about a minute and goes perfectly, almost deathly still. You have seen him inspired. This is something else.
His eyes open and you see a new certainty behind them. A device will be required in order to trap the light. The measure of a time-ender. Some components will be needed. The blue glass will do, all that you have. And bring up two-point-three pounds of gold from the well. He'll get the harder bits. And then you can get to the proper work. He nods to you quickly and runs out the door, assuming you've got this well in hand.
"Well this is part of something very important - I'm trying to fend off the stoatmen, you see - so it's really in your best interest to help out. If you insist, though, after I've delivered this person to the master I will repay you however you see fit."
[Vague Promises: 6]
He insists, yes. They both do, the small mason adds. And they have just the person in mind! Hold on, says the larger brother, he'll be right out with a bag. And he is, too. The smaller one follows him out, rubbing his hands. Don't you worry about a thing, they'll be right back with the
eere he is, actually! The smaller mason points behind you excitedly. You look and see a rather resolute youth striding in your direction with a frightfully impassive look. Well, that's something of a fortunate coinci-
[Bag Job: 5 vs. 3]
At this moment you find a bag suddenly being pulled over your head and shoulders, after which you are rather abruptly pushed off-balance and then hoisted over a somewhat mighty set of shoulders. You hear the smaller brother issue a warning - you presume toward the youth - about there being nothing to see here. It seems like they've done this before.
Now then, says the larger brother. There's a delivery to be made, it seems. And a reward to be claimed, unless you happen to have a more imaginative offer than petty lies?
"Hmm. Zippity bippity doo, what to do what to do. What's convincing enough bullshit that he'll produce something useful for me?
...
Perhaps I should go ransack that other religious building, that hasn't failed me yet."
Go investigate as to what that building between the chapel I looted and the stones I stole the sacrificial stone from is and what's inside it.
If there's one thing you most certainly cannot find in the shrine, it's perfection. You get something of a trial and error vibe from the construction, and the bits of bone and garbage littering the floor don't exactly scream sophistication either.
[Fortuitous Meetings: 6]
To add to all this, once you enter you do notice a sizable shadow step into the exit archway with a clink of metal. A familiar face - the Worm-knight. She's looking a little on the angry side.
Are you the defiler, she asks? Perhaps the killer, too? She has suspected you for some time now. How many faces do you wear, snakeman?
"Oh goodness me, this is quite... uh... I'm not certain! Dangerous!"
I guess maybe make a tentative strike? Arms need workout besides just legs.
[Getting Into The Spirit: 2]
Your swordwork would make Errol Flynn proud. Your kidneys on the other hand are less appreciative, having received a solid set of thwacks as the guard easily exploits most of the openings you create. Defense is easy, she says. Killing the other bastard first is what combat's really about, though. And that's the lesson to be learned here, truly. You lack a certain kind of relentlessness, she thinks.
Here's an idea! How about you have a right and proper swordfight. Less of a thwack competition, more of a proper fight, eh? Your almost immediate attempts to voice your reservations are met with a grin. She knew you'd like the idea. Let's you and her fight! She changes her stance a little, a little more limber after the warm-up drill. You have talent, she says. Just need to coax out the spirit. However many cracks of the training sword that may require.
Leif Erikson, Miner
- A Word: INEVITABLE
- Body Count: 1
- Wounds: 3
- 4 large red berries
- Damp and moldy fuel
- The Queen's Guard: A Roaring Good Time
- Reappropriated, Clean Skirt
- Inscribed Wooden Stylus
- Iron Spearhead
- 1.03 gp
- Anglefork Castle: A Free Man
- The Box: ?
- Tower of the Mind: Convenient Relocation
- Induced Inebriation: Comfortably Drunk
- Induced Lucidity: A Concert For The Gods
- Elongated Affairs: Cheerio!
- Compatibility: Minding
- Tricks of the Mind: Cormick's Condescending Riddle
- Tricks of the Mind: Perceptual Rebuke
- Tricks of the Mind: Erikson's Inexplicable Grapefruit
- Tricks of the Mind: Speak With The Mob
- Party in the Courtyard: Celebration in Earnest
- Never In: Swallowed By The Pit
- Gods of the Underground: Did You Just What
- Labyrinths of Anglefork: Tunnel-Literate
- The Voracious Dark: Two Deals Made
- The Voracious Dark: The Promised Sixth
- Moth's Flight: The Long Way Home
- Troubles In Anglefork Town: Nothing To See Here
Eileen Minett, Vinyl Collector
- Wounds: 2
- Traces of Mischief: A Bubbling Scar
- Reclaimed Hooded Robe (worn, torn)
- Giant White Mushroom
- A Word: SEA
- A Word: HUNGER
- A Word: CHAOS
- A Weapon: Explosive Cysts
- Rat Pantheon: Disliked
- Origins: Witness to Dissolution
- Tower of the Mind: There's Something To Remember
- The New Queen: And Something To Forget
- The Queen's Guard: Bringer of Doom
- Touch of Flame: the Secrets of Flammability
- The Voracious Dark: Three Connections Given
- The Voracious Dark: A Special Offer, Limited Time Only
- Stone's Glory: Bagged!
- Body Count: 1
- Never In: the Obvious Candidates
- Labyrinths of Anglefork: Tunnel-Literate
- The Impromptu Prophecy: ?
- Sweet Little Children: Fond Farewell
- Army of the New State: 310 Fearful Stoatmen
Jack Daniels, Karate Man
- Naked
- Army of the New State: 310 Fearful Stoatmen
- Dusty Wooden Speaking-Trumpet
- Crossbow Bolt (in throat)
- A Word: REND
- A Word: SILENCE
- A Weapon: Murder-Thought
- Traces of Mischief: A Bisected Left Kidney
- Traces of Mischief: Ruined Left Hand
- Uncoupled: Strength
- Wooden Door (held)
- The Majordomo: ?
- The Winding Path of Inspiration: the Armor of God
- The Winding Path of Inspiration: A Master's In Chemistry
- The Winding Path of Inspiration: A Sliver of Perfection!
- The Winding Path of Inspiration: The Beauty of the Material
- Tower of the Mind: Endless Well of Mystery
- Induced Lucidity: A Garden Well-Tended
- Elongated Affairs: Enemy of the New State
- Doomstones: ?
- A Place In History: The Prime Suspect
- Anglefork Castle: the Great Serpent
- The Obsolete Class: Suggested Victims
- 2 rats, crushed
- 1 rat, strangled
- 1 rat, live
- Touch of Flame: the Second Degree
- Travels In The Fourth Dimension: Sunday ± 2 Days
- The Impromptu Prophecy: There's A Mountain Higher Than We Knew
- The Voracious Dark: Three Connections Given
- The Good Doctor: A Recommendation
- Labyrinths of Anglefork: Suspended Above
- Body Count: 3
- Wounds: 2
Thomas Minstep, Insurance Agent
- A Word: ABSENCE
- Traces of Mischief: Nausea's Depths
- A Bowl, Black and Knobby
- Anglefork Castle: From Another Time, Another Land
- Gross Incandescence: Partly Illuminated
- Tight Leather Pants (worn, wet)
- Incredibly Tight Blue Dress (worn, mutilated, mildly provocative)
- Travels In The Fourth Dimension: Saturday, July 24th, 409 S.D.
- The Majordomo: Busy Morning
- The Good Doctor: House Call
- The Queen's Guard: Space Among The Ranks
- Make A Man Out Of You: A Less Instructive Approach
- The New Queen: Strategic Meeting
- Tower of the Mind: Advice Given
- The Obsolete Class: Let Them Be
- Cruelty-Free Foods: Treats Survived
- Body Count: 2
- Army of the New State: 310 Stout Strangers
Oscar Wilde, Chemistry Teacher
- A Word: REVELATION
- Wounds: 1
- 1 rat, skinless and smoked
- 6 gp
- Poor Misshapen Dice
- Lock of Hair (unidentified)
- Iron nail, unused
- An Inauspicious Key
- Burlap Foot Wrappings (worn)
- Burlap Hand Wrappings (worn)
- Moth-Eaten Hat (worn)
- Respectable Brown Skirt (worn)
- Old Brown Waistcoat (worn)
- Bright Yellow Tunic (worn)
- Blue Shards of a Probable Bottle
- Blue Glass Shiv
- A Wealth of Burlap Ribbons
- An Obsolete Class: Trustworthy Individual
- The Flip Side: Separated
- The Doom Guard: the Inquisition
- Tower of the Mind: An Interruption
- A Frightening Door: An Understanding
- The Voracious Dark: Backed Away
- The Winding Path of Inspiration: The Measure