The Outpost RP. Fantasy Medieval Setting. S01E02 : Caravans and Goblin Hookers

[booksv3]

Desaya looks the weird creature in front of them who was demanding to know what they wanted.

'They call me Jerusalem, because they cannot utter my name. Tell me why you are here and quickly, before I lose my patience'

Glancing around at the different games going on around them Desaya rubs her still clean hand on her nose trying to get rid of the smells permeating her. Stepping up next to Zen and looking down at the thing in front of them she tries to get a sniff without being obvious even if she isn't sure if she would be able to pick one scent from so many. Saying polity to him because of the obvious fear scent throughout the room as soon as he had walked forward.
"We are here looking to get a loan to start a business."

Desaya motions at Zen.
"She has knowledge about how to make drinks that would amaze. Me and the other here are joining her but we need a loan to start things off and we heard that we could get one here from someone."

 

[Iron]

The Spider's backroom, a tense encounter

Spoiler

Desaya.
First Wis check, Success. Resisted Illusion.
Second Wis check, Failure. Spilled the beans.
Zenobia.
Wis check, Success. Resisted Illusion.

Somebody clicked his fingers and the ground was gone from underneath. They were falling down, desperately struggling to breath yet they were all screaming at the same time... So had been the simple illusion Jerusalem put on the three visitors. The story the cat-like one gave was utterly absurd, and Jerusalem hated it when people wasted his time. However he did not expect for her to see through his illusion so easily. It was meant to put them on edge, force them to spill the beans on why they were really there... but that wasn't hard for Jerusalem to figure out himself. He sent probes to assault the resilient cat and they intercepted ideas and thoughts through her mind.

'You're lying', he noticed the elf girl was aware of the illusion as well. The conversation did not really take place, but it all felt real, confined to a small chamber in a universe far, far away. 'You both dabble in the arcane, yet you want to sell beer?', Jerusalem inquired, his curiosity stopping him from punishing them for lying to him, just for now. 'You came for somebody else's debt. Yanokov, yes. He owes - oh, dead?', he raised an eyebrow.

'Three hundred and sixteen gold, and counting. How are you going to pay for that debt?'.

 

[Demonjazz]

Aldhelm didn't have any one answer anything about stabling for the horse. He did however got somebody to answer where he could find a job. The man pointed over towards the long line to guild.
That sounds like one of the most despicable places to ever be employed. Profiting off of adventurers that just want to help, and make a living
Well you're incredibly naive to think that most adventurers want to help, but it seems it's either this or begging... You could always become a pro-
NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
Hey, we could finally put that pretty stupid face of yours to use. Just saying.
Aldhelm was trying to blank out Grasnarg while idly batting away more suitors. The potted plant did help him a bit, but he was just too sexy for potted plants to ruin his look. He took the potted plant off, and put it into one of his saddle bags. Blanking out Grasnarg went on for quite a while as he waited through the line, before he got to the front of the line, and jotted all the details down on the paper, and put his last two coins down for the fee

Spoiler: Form

Name: Aldhelm The Cavalier
Job: Hero
Referral: Grasnarg, Dominator of Zombies.
Next of Kin: Percival

This is so morally reprehensible. I feel my morality waning with every letter I write... I think, I'm seriously starting to feel sick.
Oh yeah, That's a minor side effect of being evil. Why do you think evil people are so pale?
Wait... Seriously!
Yeah, that's why evil people are always wizards. The rest die from soul infections.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

'Three hundred and sixteen gold, and counting. How are you going to pay for that debt?'

Zenobia was taken aback by the staggering debt the man had owed Jerusalem or rather who he represented. It was enough that they had to talk to this figurehead of the local underground but now they had to find a way to pay for such a debt. She had thought about having the debt put on them but that would even be worse considering that they were already in debt to begin. She had gotten them this far and now they had to seal a deal.

"There are a few ways we can." Zenobia said auspisciouly. "It just depends on how you want us to proceed about this. You saw through our ruse and you are obviously a man of high position. You want the money, so how do you want us to go about it? We are currently unemployed at the moment and I'm sure that your orginization could use some help besides the muscle."

Forgive me Eno...Zenobia thought in her head. And guide me as well..

 

[Thomas Barnsley]

Bo Clung gave the newly buried Victor Yanakov a smooth bow of his equally smooth bald head, eyes closed in concentration as if he was reciting an entirely mental prayer for the dead (which he very likely was, given the context). Then, with these final respects payed, the monk turned on the spot to follow the widow, stopping for a moment along the way so that he could unceremoniously trade shovel-for-staff with Yannick.
He found he could appreciate the graveyard so much more without the dead drunkard slung over his shoulders. It dawned on him how he too could end up here, if things went badly this winter. One wouldn't be able to tell from his countenance, but Bo spent the reat of the walk back to the Yanakov residence in deep philosophical contemplation, pondering the greatest of questions to pass through mortal minds; is there life after death? Why must evil persist in the universe? Who came first, the chicken or the egg?

Eureka!

Absolutely nothing changed in Bo's outward appearance as he strode indomitable along side his companions, but inside a chior of angels danced for joy and sung his praises, for finally the monk had found an answer to the aforementioned poultry conundrum!

It was neither the chicken nor the egg who came first.

It was the rooster.

 

[Iron]

...You want the money, so how do you want us to go about it?

The elf gave Jerusalem a proposition to wipe the debt clean. It was always best to be owed favors instead of cold currency, but he wasn't half-sure if these three bitches could make it through one moon. Still, it was worth a shot, and he devised some compromise between the two. He addressed the two arcane girls, ignoring the ever-so paralyzed insect that waddled inside.

'The fool was past his prime, no longer an adventurer. He only came out of the walls to stick his cock up something warm 'cause he couldn't afford our wenches. We could use adventurers like you, working for the guild...and for us'. The offer was set, but it wasn't just it - 'of course, the debt is too large to forgive... So we keep the tab on, and we cut it short with every good job you deliver. You owe us, remember it. Information and cooperation, that's all we need'.

Its mouth opened to smile, and a black abyss appeared inside. Must have been an illusion, must have been...

Walkin' and Talkin' in the Graveyard

'Watch your step', Eve jumped over a mound and got back to the path between the patches, 'you don't want to disturb the dead. Last thing we need is a wraith of some **** hero coming back to eat us'. She lead the two through the graveyard, allowing them to take in the scenery by the moonlight. 'That's not all either, there's also scavengers, damn grave-diggers coming for loot or spare parts'. Eve tried to take her mind off what happened a few minutes ago by blabbering about practically anything. Should have worked, yet she was still filling like warm troll dung.

'And then there's the eaters- fuck!'. A hand burst out from underneath her and grabbed at the edge of her dress. She fell, the hand tearing the hem of her dress and then clawing at the air. The ground shook a little, and from beneath came what appeared to be a terribly ugly rotting thing which was supposed to be a human at some point, but became a ghoul at the end of it. The hungry filthy creature breathed in the air and let out a screech. Then came his buddies.

It shouldn't be too much of a trouble - there are patrols inside for a reason... Which begs the question, where are those damned skeletons?!?.

Spoiler: Encounter

You've encountered three ghouls. Eve might help out, but first you have to save her.
These Ghouls have three hit-points each. A successful hit requires a dice-roll in the appropriate Stat (Str for melee, Int for magic), which lands an injury. A critical success (a success within STAT-10) lands a severe injury, which counts for three hit-points. You can defend with a dice-roll (Dex for evading, Wis for mental defense).

 

[booksv3]

'The fool was past his prime, no longer an adventurer. He only came out of the walls to stick his cock up something warm 'cause he couldn't afford our wenches. We could use adventurers like you, working for the guild...and for us, of course, the debt is too large to forgive... So we keep the tab on, and we cut it short with every good job you deliver. You owe us, remember it. Information and cooperation, that's all we need'.

Desaya stares at this... thing for a few long seconds and jerks her eyes away from the thing in its mouth as she shoves her hand out at it.
"shake, every time we do a job you take a fair portion of the dept off, when its done we are done."

She looks over at the still illusioned bug and sighs, nodding at her.
"Let her go, please? She is kind of an important part of our team and it would be very hard to do any good job without her."

Desaya shakes its hand as fast as she can and gives a small jerk as something sparks in another part of town that she knows, still watching the thing in front of them.

 

[JoJo]

"Help! Anyone?"

Mehadi shouted as she tumbled down the neverending pit, rock walls flying past her faster and faster until they were just a blur. Her wings felt pinned against her thorax, however much she tried to move them. Up or down, whenever she caught a glance of either direction all that greeted her was darkness. Surely it could not be bottomless, she thought desperately as she awaited the inevitable crash of the end.

She recalled her first memories as a grub, burrowing legless into the warm orange jelly the giant worker valma provided, into what she would later know as royal jelly. She remembered her first flight, the indescribable freedom of soaring high above the valma colony on clumsy wings, letting the wind take her where it wanted, far away from all that she had known. How ironic that it would now be a great height that would cause her death.

 

[Demonjazz]

Aldhelm didn't have anywhere to sleep. So he did what any hero did... Go to a tavern. They were great for rumors, and anybody that drank what was served here was obviously in some form of trouble. He asked around for some time and the general consensus was that The Spider had the least amount of paint thinner in their drinks, and it had some of the best rooms if you didn't mind them falling apart all the time, and lots of mentions of whores.
Aldhelm tied Percival to a post, and gave him very detailed instructions on what to do if someone tried to kidnap him. It seemed like Percival nodded through out the entire thing. Aldhelm walked into the bar with a confident stride, and swagger in his step. He went to the middle of the room, and put his hand up to his mouth. He proceeded to loudly, violently, and like some sort of dying animal he cleared his throat until he got enough people's attention as the bar went quiet, he announced with arrogance rising in his voice, and said
"I will now lend my ear to any troubles you have. Please make a line. I am a hero! He struck a confident pose with a sparkling smile, much to the charging of Grasnarg. "I am the son of Sir Grayson, and Lady Bridget two knights of unparalleled rewound, and like any good hero, I have come here to help the common folk for a small fee to maintain my livelihood, and pay for any adventuring expenses. Please though, no autographs."A group of women gladly lined up in front of Aldhelm as he made a deep sigh, and rolled his eyes at this fact. Grasnarg was making wretching noises in his mind as Aldhelm stood there confidently maintaining that smile, while a small breeze came in from a window, and blew his hair backwards. He made a few mental notes to get a cape in the future.

 

[Thomas Barnsley]

Bo saw Eve fall and immediately rushed to help her back up, all thought of roosters banished from his mind. With one hand, he pulled the warrior to her feet, moving backwards away from the rising ghouls. With his other hand, he readied his boomerang...

Waiting for just the right moment, while the ghouls were still clambering from their graves, Bo hefted the aerodynamically shaped stick and lapsed into a state of the deepest focus. He mentally mapped out the course of his throw, then launched the boomerang, sending it flying at the head of the second closest ghoul. It then made sense that he engage the closest ghoul, naturally by using his staff as a pole-vault to fly-kick the rank ************ in the face.

Upon impact with Bo's foot, the skull of the ghoul exploded. Rotten brains and ichor spattered his trouser leg as the monk soared over the crumpling husk, landing lightly behind the dead undead just in time to catch his boomerang. He noted the lack of brains on the returned projectile, and inferred that his throw had not connected. This theory was given additional credence when the ghoul he had been aiming for all of a sudden rushed him with a slavering screech, barely giving Bo time to raise his staff in a defensive bar between them.
The beast snapped and clawed, attempting to tear out his throat while Bo held him off stoically.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

You owe us, remember it. Information and cooperation, that's all we need'.

Zenobia blinked her eyes after seeing Jerusalem turning into it or was it actually it? Jerusalem had some pretty nasty powers and it was no small wonder that he was where he is today because of this. He could manipulate anyone weak-willed enough and could to talk to those who couldn't. He was a dangerous... man working for an even more dangerous orginization. Eve owed them a lot even if they did kill and bring back her husband.

"Your proposition is fair. We shall always give you a take as long as you take the debt off of the widow." Zenobia said, shaking his hand after Desaya did. "May we leave now? We have some work to do now that you've moved the tab to us."

 

[booksv3]

Desaya steps back and rubs her eyes with her clean hand again, but this time as she closes her eyes she takes a deep breath and grimaces at the smell. But mumbles a word and opening her eyes slowly she tries to not look around to much, since the last time she had done this she had almost stares at someone for an hour trying to figure things out about them. Looking at this... thing she starts and quickly moves her eyes away towards the ceiling. The person was a mass of black and had a thick roiling aura that made her queasy.

Desaya turns around and quickly moves away from the room, bursting through the door before she gets a feeling to look at him again. Whatever he was was trouble and she just wanted to not be around him as much as she could, and hope they get rid if the dept as quickly.

Leaning against a post and closing her eyes Desaya takes slow breaths as she spits on the floor, unnoticed by the other patrons. Slowly lifting herself back to her feet and taking another deep breath she starts to walk away when the thing standing in the middle of the floor grabs her attention. It wasnt the lines of girls around him, but the way his soul was coming together. Stepping to the side to get a better look Desaya blinks slowly and rubs her eyes to make sure she isnt still seeing some of whatever it was before.

Shaking her head and looking the large armored man standing there she can see an almost golden aura she had only seen a few times surrounding him, but on his head wisping through and around the gold pure ink black that didn't seem to be apart of the gold like those who have several colors. Walking over and moving a woman aside she says loud enough for the man and the first two circles of girls to hear.
"So, are you possessed or is there something else wrong with you?"

 

[Demonjazz]

A couple of the women gasped, and another couple fainted around Aldhelm. A large group of them walked off to some other part of the inn, they were mumbling something about how all the cute ones are possessed. Aldhelm seemed incredibly relieved by this fact, and stepped over a couple the fainted women and over towards Desaya. It seemed like what Desaya actually said just seemed to sink in.
"How do you know about-You're a cat!" He said in great astonishment, it seemed as though all his brain power was focused on trying to figure out the answer of 'Cat+Woman=?' He circled around her a couple times, seeming to look her over especially the tail area seeming not aroused, but more fascinated by the idea of a tail on a humanoid. After he circled her a couple times he examined her face with a look of puzzlement, he probably examined her face a bit too close, and then backed off with a look of utter revelation.
Daww! She's got cat ears! That's adorable! I bet I would look even cuter with cat ears on my head! I'll have to get a pair one of these days along with that cape I need.
First off, that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Second, why do you care about that cat! Would you just look at the legs on that Valma!
Yeah, all six of them.
Grasnarg went on for a while about how he was speciest or some other such he didn't care about. Now that he was sufficiently satisfied with his answer of Cat+Woman=Adorable, he turned towards her and seemed to remember that he was asked a question. "Oh, Yeah. That's Grasnarg, Dominator of Zombies! He got lodged in my brain when I read a tome of ancient evil, and magic."

 

[suspicious guard]

Oh dear! Zombies! In a graveyard! What are the chances?! Reeling with the shock of the cliché, Yannick staggered backwards as Bo leapt in front and did something athletic to the nearest ghoul.

Now, Yannick didn't have anything personally against the undead, but from his experience he knew that trying to reason with them wasn't very effective (poor Brother Gerard. May his soul be consumed by the Void.) Taking a steady breath, Yannick filled his mind with the holy triad of devotion, humility and pants-shitting terror as befitted his god. Dropping the magic shovel, he raised his arms to the heavens and cried:

"Oh great and terrible Tzarpedon, granteth me the power to smite my enemies, for they hath probably offended You in some way!"

After a split-second, Yannick was answered by the familiar feeling of overwhelming hatred. Focusing on the third ghoul, who was shambling out of its grave with brainless intent, he channeled a beam of divine rage towards the creature's chest. The ghoul writhed, making a rather vulgar squelching noise as it was twisted in on itself by the power of the Void. Torn apart by the curse, it fell back into the dirt.

Catching his breath, Yannick assessed the situation. Eve was dazed but on her feet, and Bo was holding off the last ghoul. They were too close to each other for Yannick to risk another attack, but he could give the monk the upper hand. Drawing up his strength, he infused Bo with a spell of defence and protection, chanting "Void shield you!" Satisfied, he stepped back. It felt nice to have your god on your side for a change.

Spoiler: Spells used

Void curse
Shield of protection (on Bo)

 

[booksv3]

"How do you know about-You're a cat! Oh, Yeah. That's Grasnarg, Dominator of Zombies! He got lodged in my brain when I read a tome of ancient evil, and magic."

Desaya narrows her eyes and her tail flicks back and forth as she starts to bristle. This... man was walking around her inspecting her. When he leaned in to inspect her face she raised one of her hands and sets her claws right in front of him. Saying mildly, hiding her feelings, when he leans back and finally answers her.
"Well well. A wizard of the undead, but not a necromancer? What kind of spells did he use? What did he use as the starter material? Did he ever find a troll to use? Did he only raise zombies or other undead as well? Does he remember his spells?"

Desaya gets more into it, since the last time she had been able to talk about this she had been run out of town.
"What was his favorite one? His first or his most powerful?? How powerful was he? How old?"

 

[Demonjazz]

Aldhelm was a little taken a back by the rush of questions, and stood blankly barely understanding what was being said and then remarked "... Uh... Um... I'll just let Grasnarg take this. She is suddenly less adorable now that I know she's a necromancer"
There was a couple twitches and spasms as the golden aura of the Heroic Aldhelm was drawn inward. Aldhelm's once handsome face was immediately drained of color, as his bright brown eyes became much duller, his hair seemed to suddenly lost it's vibrancy, his lips became dry, and sickly looking, his muscles seemed to lose definition, his skin seemed more rough and coarse, his perfect posture was degraded to an elderly stoop. Grasnarg did a big long stretch and in a dry, raspy voice said
"It is so great to have a body again! Hey barkeep! I need a drink pronto! Whatever is the strongest liquor you have! Also what ever is your most digusting, and fatty food! The cat's paying!" the barkeep quickly brought over a drink of green something and a plate of mystery sandwich with possibly fries. He took a deep, long draft of the green stuff finishing it in one gulp. He proceeded to messily eat his food with his bare hands, stuffing it into his face, and barely taking time to breath. He yelled at the barkeep for another, and did the same. He then ordered yet another and seemed to be content with the amount of food he'd eaten after that.
What are you doing!? Stop poisoning my body with that filth! You have no idea where that's been! Also I think my kidneys are starting to shut down!
You said I could have the body until I'm done answering the questions! And a hero never goes back on his word! He thought in a mocking tone.
As Grasnarg idly poked at a fry to see if it was going to squeal, or move, he started to answer the questions. "I consider myself a bit of all magic users. I'm not one to define myself to a description like wizard, or necromancer. I was incredibly fond of zombies though, had entire armies of them. I used entire libraries of spells, started three fires there with the amount of magical energy flying around. I used everything for starter material, I wasn't picky when starting my army. The bad ones got crushed, and the good ones lived. It was a sort of testing ground when I went to war. I found several trolls to use as zombies, my favorite zombie however was a big 'ole hill giant though. I mostly did zombies but had a couple others, a lich that struck down small armies in one blow... A lovely vampire with the most curvaceous of bodies, and these-Well you probably don't want to hear about that. I wonder if I cou-" He said as his eyes traced a young lady of the night walking past
You're not getting a whore!
You ruin all my fun
"Never mind. I remember almost all of my spells, but this body doesn't have a single ounce of magic in him!" He said frustratingly as he snapped his fingers repeatedly until eventually a very tiny puff of smoke came out. "My favorite spell was my most powerful one that sucked the souls out of about a couple hundred people! I was one of the most powerful magicians in the seven realms until one of those blasted gods felt I got too powerful! Fucking choosen paladins! Damn forces of good! Also I'm twenty thousand, nine hundred, and twenty yeas old. Five thousands of those were spent in a book."

 

[Thomas Barnsley]

A sudden repulsive field sprang up between Bo and his ghoul friend, forcing the latter to stagger back as if it'd just received an uppercut to the jaw.

Bo then gave it an actually uppercut to the jaw with his staff, sending it back at a stagger once more.

 

[booksv3]

Desaya smiles wide and rubs her hands together as she listens. Her eyes widening like an excited kids as her tail swishes back and forth and she starts almost babbling.
"Do you think you could teach me some of the spells later? I can only raise zombies and skeletons right now, can necromancers raise vampires? I heard about those in storys but I never believes them because they always make us out to be evil when its not true. I want to learn how to raise some awesome undead, though the only one I have raised here was taken by his wife and they are burying it right now which is a waste but he was super weak, I killed him with a harm spell and a knife. I need lots better materials, like the worgs standing outside. Do you know any good undead enchantment spells? I have the enchanting plates but never learned any because most of what I know is not from books. Your super old, was necromancy different 20 thousand years ago?"

Desaya stops to take in a deep breath after the gushing torrent of questions dump over the person. The darkness now taken over and the golden aura flickering under the darkness.

 

[JoJo]

Mehadi shook her head in confusion as she came to and found she was not in fact falling down a bottomless pit after all but instead was lying on the wooden floor of the Spider, a little dribble dripping from her mandibles. She picked herself up self-consciously and walked into the next room where Desaya and Zenobia were talking to some figures she didn't recognise.

"What happened with Mr Savage?" she asked the others, "I gather I was put under some kind of spell?"

 

[Demonjazz]

Desaya smiles wide and rubs her hands together as she listens. Her eyes widening like an exicited kids as her tail swished back and forth and she starts almost babbling
Aldhelm was making small dawwing noises in Grasnarg's head as she did this
"Do you think you could teach me some of the spells later"
"I can try, but I don't think my owner will allow me to do much"
"I can only raise zombies and skeletons right now,"
"Zombies and skeletons are always a good choice. I've always been a Quanity over quality type of guy, a lot times when it comes to necromancy, an overun enemy is an easily killed enemy."
"Can Necromancers raise vampires?"
"A Necromancer can raise anything if they put their mind to it."
"I heard about those in stories but I never believes them because they always make us out to be evil when its not true"
"Eyeah, That's definetly not true." Grasnarg said a bit nervously. "But liches, zombie hill giants, they are all the best!"
So she's a good necromancer! Adorable levels have suddenly increased!
I can't have an evil aprentice any more! Saddness levels suddenly increasing.
"I want to learn how to raise some awesome undead, though the only one I have raised here was taken by his wife and they are burying it right now which is a waste but he was super weak, I killed him with a harm spell and a knife"
"I know! It's not like they were going to use the body anyway! Might as well put it to some good use, am I right?"
Adorable levels suddenly decrasing
Will you shut up back there!
"Do you know any good undead enchantment spells?"
"I know a couple, but like I said, Quanity over Quality."
"I have the enchanting plates but never learned any because most of what I know is not from books."
"Oh, I can help you with like nothing."
"Your super old, was necromancy different 20 thousand years ago?"
"Well, like I said. I spent a lot of that time in a book, and this hero dude never lets me go to any dark covens where they awaken the dead"