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[TamerVirus]

Compromise.

Drink all the milk, then drink all the tea.

I actually like this better
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[King Zultan]

Compromise.

Drink all the milk, then drink all the tea.

I actually like this better
+1

+1

Why would anyone put milk in tea, do they want to ruin it or something?

[Imic]

Well, when I first woke up from whatever gave me my amnesia, this orb was one of the first things I found. I was in a stone tower of sorts. Someone referred to it as a shrine. I thought this orb was some conduit of power, but now I’m not so sure. You seem like the folks who would find out what it does. I’ll probably find another one during my travels

Solid summing up, +1

But just drink our tea like a normal person this time. Put a little milk in it.

Compromise.

Drink all the milk, then drink all the tea.

I actually like this better
+1

+1

Why would anyone put milk in tea, do they want to ruin it or something?

“Well, when I first woke up from whatever gave me my amnesia, this orb was one of the first things I found. I was in a stone tower of sorts. Someone referred to it as a shrine. I thought this orb was some conduit of power, but now I’m not so sure. You seem like the folks who would find out what it does. I’ll probably find another one during my travels.”

He listens intently whilst badly hiding how much He’s judging Your tea-drinking preferences.

‘You didn’t need to tell me- Hang on, actually, I’ve heard of that Place. The government of Kesch built it back when they could still afford to Build things. At least century and a half ago, I think. The Shrine is notorious for drawing in some of the more... zealous of the Burning Warden’s followers, usually before running deadlong down the least steep slope they see and getting killed before they reach the bottom. His followers are dedicated to Monster-hunting, which is why they never survive around here, even the moderates. It’s usually The Night Crawlers or Spiders that do them in. I’m getting carried away, aren’t I. You weren’t an avid Fan of The Gods before You left. You were very superstitious, but then I’ve never met anyone who travelled for long and wasn’t superstitious. You respected them, feared them, but You also openly despised them. It was entertaining to watch, if I’ll be honest.’

He takes a peek out the window, only to jump in shock as he notices how dark it’s gotten.

‘How long have I been talking for? Ancestors forgive me, if I keep on going, I’ll talk my own head off. I’ll make this bit quick. If You’re happy with this, I’ll take the Orb, and I’ll try to find out what it is. I’ll have to sart taking notes. It certainly looks like the kind of object that could be a conduit of some form, but then, it looks like a lot of things. I don’t trust the couriers to get a message through to You so come back on...’

He takes out a piece of cloth covered in grids and lays it out on the table. He points to one that says ‘Saturday’.

‘I’m busy all day tomorrow and Monday through the afternoon, the door locks on monday mornings... so come back in tuesday afternoon, and I’ll tell You anything I’ve found. Sound okay?’

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Cloth bag
Metal knife
Kight metal pot
Metal lantern
Firelighter
Fistful of root vegetables: (x1.8 )
Waterskin: Mouthful of water (x10)
Smaller bag: Fistful of flour (x4)
Salt box: Pinch of salt (x?)
Black Spherical Orb
Bedroll
Plate

Spoiler: Spellcasting (click to show/hide)

Dancing method
Minor Telekenesis
Healing

[Stirk]

"Try not to get dramatically killed for the orb. It would be a pain to have to track it down. Do you know anywhere that a hobo with citizen papers can sleep without getting stabbed in the neck?"

[King Zultan]

"Try not to get dramatically killed for the orb. It would be a pain to have to track it down. Do you know anywhere that a hobo with citizen papers can sleep without getting stabbed in the neck?"

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[Imic]

"Try not to get dramatically killed for the orb. It would be a pain to have to track it down. Do you know anywhere that a hobo with citizen papers can sleep without getting stabbed in the neck?"

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[“color=navy]Try not to get dramatically killed for the orb. It would be a pain to have to track it down. Do you know anywhere that a hobo with citizen papers can sleep without getting stabbed in the neck?[/color]”
‘Well, there’s three soup Kitchens, and they all have sleeping areas a-‘

There’s a moment of silence as the penny drops.

‘... right. Well. I... I don’t know. Most People’d throw You out if You asked for a bed, since that’s usually a prelude to assasination. The Inns are all... no, actually, You could go to the Brass Lamp. Uhm... here...’

He takes out a purse, and rifles through it, before emptying it out onto the table, revealing it to be completely empty. After a bit of rifling around in his pockets, He finally finds a few coins and beads, and a shard of greenish-blue crystal. He hands You a silver coin.

‘The Brass Lamp is off the main square, down Rook street. There’s no sign, just a Brass Lantern hanging over the door. You can’t miss it.’

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Cloth bag
Metal knife
Kight metal pot
Metal lantern
Firelighter
Fistful of root vegetables: (x1.8 )
Waterskin: Mouthful of water (x10)
Smaller bag: Fistful of flour (x4)
Salt box: Pinch of salt (x?)
Black Spherical Orb
Bedroll
Plate

Spoiler: Spellcasting (click to show/hide)

Dancing method
Minor Telekenesis
Healing

[TamerVirus]

<We dance magic’d that 1 wound away, no?>
Take coin
Thank’s buddy. Hopefully that orb won’t open a gateway to some hell dimension!
Go to Brass Lantern

[Stirk]

"People ask for a bed before assassinating someone? What a strange custom. Thanks for the money, by!"

Lets go to our friends back at the soup kitchen and tell them of this wonderful safe place!

[Naturegirl1999]

<We dance magic’d that 1 wound away, no?>
Take coin
Thank’s buddy. Hopefully that orb won’t open a gateway to some hell dimension!
Go to Brass Lantern

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[King Zultan]

<We dance magic’d that 1 wound away, no?>
Take coin
Thank’s buddy. Hopefully that orb won’t open a gateway to some hell dimension!
Go to Brass Lantern

+1

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[Imic]

<We dance magic’d that 1 wound away, no?>

Thank You for pointing that out, that’s an error on My part.

[Imic]

<We dance magic’d that 1 wound away, no?>
Take coin
Thank’s buddy. Hopefully that orb won’t open a gateway to some hell dimension!
Go to Brass Lantern

+1

+1

“Thanks buddy. Hopefully that orb won’t open a gateway to some hell dimension!”

‘Heh... maybe. Maybe not. I will find out though, believe You Me. Even if I have to climb the Mountain where the old speech was first carved. Heh. Heh...’

You leave His office, and enter the darkening streets of High Lent. The rooftops of buildings higher up on the slope of the hill loom over You, the sun having disappeared behind the vast, crooked Castle at the Hill’s peak. Greencloaks pass You by, carrying lit lanterns to be hung on crooked, ancient metal posts that occasionally line the streets. The square with the Hangman’s arch is mostly empty, though a fresh body now hangs from one of the nooses. The stink of rotting flesh makes You gag as You pass it by. You pass by the street sign saying Rook street. The wall it’s attatched to has a mural of a rook painted over the whitewash. Finally, the smell of Peat-smoke fills the air as You come to a building taller and wider than those on either side, with a gated arch at one end of the facade and a set of stairs leading to a wooden doorway at the other, a small brass lantern hanging over it. Thin, glass windows cover the upper floors, and at least three chimneys extend from the rooftop. You open the door, and enter.

Warm air fills Your face as You enter the building, leaving the cold streets behind You. You’re at the side of a long, rectangular common room with a tall, roughly vaulted ceiling and whitewashed walls, dimly lit by a peat fire at one end and what little light comes from a few small windows looking onto the street. It’s furnished few long tables and accompanying benches filling the centre of the room. There’s only a few People here right now, gathered together at the same table and chatting between themselves over plates of stew and mugs of alcohol. Sitting at the far side of the room from You behind a wooden counter, reading a leather-bound book, is a Seven-or-eight foot tall Giant in a massive brown coat, with a full beard and short hair, streaked with black and white. He notices You enter, raises a hand in greeting, and returns to His book immediately.

You aren’t that hungry, but You have the noticable echo of Hunger yet-to-be before it arrives. You’re so full of tea and milk, however, that You don’t feel thirsty at all. It’s warm in here, and the smell of peatsmoke and cooking food fills the cosy atmosphere with an inviting sense of safety.

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Cloth bag
Metal knife
Kight metal pot
Metal lantern
Firelighter
Fistful of root vegetables: (x1.8 )
Waterskin: Mouthful of water (x10)
Smaller bag: Fistful of flour (x4)
Salt box: Pinch of salt (x?)
Black Spherical Orb
Bedroll
Plate

Spoiler: Spellcasting (click to show/hide)

Dancing method
Minor Telekenesis
Healing

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Stirk’s suggesion was not used since the outcomes of the two suggestions were mutually exclusive, and the one used was more popular. Next time. Next time.

[TamerVirus]

Hi Ho! I, Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau, was recommended this fine establishment on the basis that it lacks crazy people who would stab others in the neck. I hope the review from the kind professor is true. Anyway, I am here for food and room and definitely not knives in the neck.

[Superdorf]

Hi Ho! I, Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau, was recommended this fine establishment on the basis that it lacks crazy people who would stab others in the neck. I hope the review from the kind professor is true. Anyway, I am here for food and room and definitely not knives in the neck.

Aye, that'll do fine. +1

[King Zultan]

Hi Ho! I, Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau, was recommended this fine establishment on the basis that it lacks crazy people who would stab others in the neck. I hope the review from the kind professor is true. Anyway, I am here for food and room and definitely not knives in the neck.

Aye, that'll do fine. +1

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