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[Harry Baldman]

"Oh, they're delightful. There's a tiny drunken pixie with a violent streak, a haunted floating eye, a cat, a friendly bug person, and also some guy. Oh, and me. We can go take a look at what they've been up to, as I fear a mere verbal description does not really do them justice. Truth be told, anything could have happened to them by now. We appeared in the basement of some inn, I think. Maybe that conspicuously absent fellow's inn. Couldn't have gotten into that much trouble, really - I do have a penchant for exaggeration when I'm frustrated. They're more confused than outright malicious, you see."

Kindly offer to take these fellows to the place we manifested.

[Unholy_Pariah]

Cho-Ja

Head back into the inn and grab more beer, and that dead guys leg to chew on.

Then go watch the feegle get murdered a bit more.

[Maegil]

BBTBMSM Simmie

If I still can, go at the dwarf , climb up his back and try again what I described on the last post. He's coming down no matter what (or at least one of the two will).

[syvarris]

Dar'yajira, ugliest cat

See if I can magically enhance myself to look like a pretty kitty.  Try not to be seen by the giant bug, though.

[tryrar]

Continue to watch while regaining strength. Maintain bored expression as feegle gets shit kicked out of it.

[Ozarck]

>Query:Where should this unit direct inquiries into damages incurred from this deployment?

Continue recording.

Direct inquiries to the Lower Dobbiton Innkeepers' Guild.

"Oh, they're delightful. There's a tiny drunken pixie with a violent streak, a haunted floating eye, a cat, a friendly bug person, and also some guy. Oh, and me. We can go take a look at what they've been up to, as I fear a mere verbal description does not really do them justice. Truth be told, anything could have happened to them by now. We appeared in the basement of some inn, I think. Maybe that conspicuously absent fellow's inn. Couldn't have gotten into that much trouble, really - I do have a penchant for exaggeration when I'm frustrated. They're more confused than outright malicious, you see."

Kindly offer to take these fellows to the place we manifested.

"I'll go fetch the Watch." And with that, the skinny fellow is gone. Looks like you get to escort the coppers to meet with your team. A fine day indeed. You haven't long to ponder that before a woman in a blue robe, covered in icons representing eyes, ears, antennae, mouths, and other more obscure sensory appendages appears. Frank wastes no breath on introductions. Instead, he begins rattling off a series of instructions at the woman. She looks at him coldly as he rattles on, before interrupting as he begins repeating himself for the fourth time. "is this how you acted toward Williby? We're not your servants, fool. You would do well to remember that. Fee up front. Double." Frank roars and sputters at that one. The dwarf laughs. "Come on, lad, you wanna stay here while these two have it out, or you wanna come meet the Watch?" The Dwarf Ponderously makes his way to his feet, with some assistance from the lady in the robe.

Cho-Ja

Head back into the inn and grab more beer, and that dead guys leg to chew on.

Then go watch the feegle get murdered a bit more.

Your way to the dead guy is blocked by a thick, organic substance that smells like home. the beer you can get. Simmie would be just so envious. You hear a resounding thump, and the crowd roars. looks like you missed the good part.

BBTBMSM Simmie

If I still can, go at the dwarf , climb up his back and try again what I described on the last post. He's coming down no matter what (or at least one of the two will).

Still struggling forward, using chin, one leg, and all the grit, Simmie only sees the darkness descending a moment before impact. And then Simmie sees nothing at all. ((He is dead))

'Stupid Pictsie." The dwarf grumbles, staring at your little corpse, before turning to haul the alcohol back inside. he pauses suddenly, grabs the half empty bottle you had, rolls you on your back, and pours a bit into your mouth, a bit onto the ground, and the rest over your body, before chucking the empty into the crowd, not even looking where it flies. "Stupid Pictsie." He mutters again.

Dar'yajira, ugliest cat

See if I can magically enhance myself to look like a pretty kitty.  Try not to be seen by the giant bug, though.

No sparkles, but you get your fur in reasonable shape. You are presentable now. Still, no one cares.

Continue to watch while regaining strength. Maintain bored expression as feegle gets shit kicked out of it.

he gets stomped pretty hard. You hear things break and see blood. he doesn't move. You feel a bit more in control.

[Egan_BW]

((First death! this is cause for celebration! ))

[Unholy_Pariah]

((hardly... im not even the one who died and I feel ripped off by it.))

[syvarris]

Dar'yajira, magic cat

Wow, magic solves everything, doesn't it?  Rest, I suppose.

...I expected this game to be much different.  More murder, less talking.  Not complaining though.

((Sorry Maeg.  I had considered killing the innkeeper, but I had a feeling that would just make everything worse.  And be extremely OOC.

Damn, I should have had Dar'yajira grab Simmie and run off.  Would've looked like a cat grabbed him for food.  I should have come up with that earlier...))

[Unholy_Pariah]

Cho-Ja

Hide behind the bar drinking beer and stealing food.

Ignore the dwarf as much as possible, but if he finds me and gets uppity swipe at him with my tail to shoo him off then continue ingesting his livelyhood.

[TheBiggerFish]

>Report filed:Pictsie of minimal combat efficacy.  Dead without infilcting any substantial damage.
>Suggested that more than one Feegle be deployed should a guarantee of effective duspatch be required.
>Further suggested that a designated liabilities management officer be dispatched.
>Query:Should this unit attempt to open communications channel with the Lower Dobbiton Innkeepers' Guild?

[Harry Baldman]

Fiddler shrugs. Guess he ought to follow along.

"Say," he tells the dwarf, "what's this Watch business all about? Are they just the law, or something more specific?"

Fish for delicious exposition.

[Maegil]

((He didn't land even one punch, that was a shameful fight for a feegle! So, Simmie goes back to the reincarnation line to rejoin the living and I have to make a new character... woe is us.))

[tryrar]

Jack shakes his hwad, and goes back to the bar to find a table and rest some more until SOMEONE in charge here actually gives them instructions on where to set up for security duties.

[Ozarck]

Dar'yajira, magic cat

Wow, magic solves everything, doesn't it?  Rest, I suppose.

...I expected this game to be much different.  More murder, less talking.  Not complaining though.

((Sorry Maeg.  I had considered killing the innkeeper, but I had a feeling that would just make everything worse.  And be extremely OOC.

Damn, I should have had Dar'yajira grab Simmie and run off.  Would've looked like a cat grabbed him for food.  I should have come up with that earlier...))

Magic also causes everything, so there's that. beware the dice. Bewaaaaaarrrreee~~~~~ your hackles raise for some reason. Also, you get the sense that more murder might happen pretty soon.

Cho-Ja

Hide behind the bar drinking beer and stealing food.

Ignore the dwarf as much as possible, but if he finds me and gets uppity swipe at him with my tail to shoo him off then continue ingesting his livelyhood.

You ingest several more pints and are definitely seeing a very segmented world. Which is slowly spinning leftward. And rightward. And forward. And inward. the dwarf stomps in, finds you behind the bar, and proceeds to get uppity, having just killed your teammate for that beer. (2-drunk v 6+rather grouchy) You swipe clumsily at the dwarf, who catches your tail with a big meaty fist and drags you roughly to the door, through which he pitches you quitefirmly. You bounce twice. You think you stung him pretty good though, as you see in one of your segmented eyes that he is holding his hand and hissing, before he stumps back into the bar.

>Report filed:Pictsie of minimal combat efficacy.  Dead without infilcting any substantial damage.
>Suggested that more than one Feegle be deployed should a guarantee of effective duspatch be required.
>Further suggested that a designated liabilities management officer be dispatched.
>Query:Should this unit attempt to open communications channel with the Lower Dobbiton Innkeepers' Guild?

Touch the Feegle's Brand, while concentrating on the Omega symbol. After you have done this, place the body in a doorway, windowsill, entrance to an alley, or at the edge of a ring of light. We will retrieve it from there for the proper rites. Suggestion noted. Clarify: Liabilities officer. You may make contact with the innkeepers. Try not to let your valuable self fall into their hands, however.

Fiddler shrugs. Guess he ought to follow along.

"Say," he tells the dwarf, "what's this Watch business all about? Are they just the law, or something more specific?"

Fish for delicious exposition.

"They are mostly a bunch of retired soldiers and thugs who try to help keep the peace around here. When it suits them. We think it might suit them to get a look at your colorful companions."

((He didn't land even one punch, that was a shameful fight for a feegle! So, Simmie goes back to the reincarnation line to rejoin the living and I have to make a new character... woe is us.))

((Yes, he fared more poorly than expected, for sure. I did give him an even chance, but the dice are a cruel mistress. I won't say no if he reincarnates at some later time into Omega. He's Fey, they do that. All stat increases and skill bonuses would be reset to newb status though, and any items collected would be lost in translation. I liked the little bugger, really.))

Jack shakes his hwad, and goes back to the bar to find a table and rest some more until SOMEONE in charge here actually gives them instructions on where to set up for security duties.

You find a table and go unnoticed, as the dwarven barkeep tosses a giant, drunken bug out into the rain. You may be the only teammate currently inside the bar. Or thinking about the mission. Or conscious. ((I know, he isn't.))