The Angry Goat

~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

Also @The Angry Goat, I am probably going to need Gail's help in understanding Lautrec, if he knows a bit of the lingo. I think it'd be cool if he did, since he is a man of many circles. If not it's cool too, that'd be just as interesting, either way.

But once everyone is together the narrative will continue.

@Arkitekt

Oh he'd definitely know at least the basics of the cant. unfortunately, Gail is currently not looking at Lautrec :P

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

Stina sighed and cupped his head in his hands as Hassan did his usual magic thing. One day he was going to run into someone he couldn't control, and was going to pay for it dearly. I am not drunk enough for this, he thought, downing the rest of his drink before the next round was brought out. It does have pretty sub-par tast though...

The second drink went down a lot better, and he finished that one off more quickly than he expected as well. "I'm almost drunk enough now to consider dancing," he replied to Hassan, mulling over if he really wanted to just go along with his antics for the night. He was just going to get worse the more inebriated he got... but at the same time, trying to babysit him all evening wasn't gonna be a good time either. Besides, if he did get beat up, at least he'd deserve it. He turned back to his empty mug and found it already replaced. Looking around the bar, he couldn't seem to find who had done it. Damn they're quick. he thought as he started in on his third mug.

Stina re-considered the second half of Hassan's statement. "I wo-wo-wonder if anyone would even be willing to fight me," he chuckled. "Ziotea, now she's able to surprise people. No one expects her to be able to take them on. Would havvvvvvve been fun to drag her along." Stina took another long drink, finally starting to feel relaxed. Standing up, he motioned to Hassan. "To the... the dance floor?"

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

I'll get there eventually, it's kinda my hell week and a half RN

~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

Yo @SantosGabriel77 where is your character sheet?

@Peaceless

2 under mine on the character tab :V

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

<Snipped quote by Sisyphus>

here is one of the few times in all my years (like 6 or whatever) that I've actively seen a player voluntarily set their character up to have a disadvantage that they didnt plan for in the beginning, is this like wizardry or something

@Mercenary Lord

you should meet my low WIS pathfinder builds some time. It's so fun to have an excuse to roll dice to decide what I do :P

~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

Hey guys, remember when I mentioned the whole "one post per day at the most" and you were all "OMG nooo what a rusher"?

Yeah.

@Peaceless

Sometimes I procrastinate by writing on here instead, ok :P

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Gail // Royal Complex Dungeons // Headaches

Gail was quite surprised upon being moved, and had to fight the immediate urge to struggle free, remembering that Y'Vanna was the only one in the cell with him. This act on her part surprised him - it was unlike her to get close at all. Even when offering him food during their deals... something she did a lot, come to think of it... she was still kinda stiff, never wont to get close to him.

It was probably the stress, much as he hoped for different. He vaguely heard the sounds and clanks of the guardsmen coming down. And the stench of the porridge. Gail had always prided himself on his cooking. He knew it wasn't much, especially with his level of income. but at least he never made anything that smelled... like that. he chanced removing his hands from his eyes, and discovered that he could indeed do that. He saved sitting up for later, choosing to observe the world via sound.

The world, however, observed him, one of the guards leering over at him for a moment. Gail felt rather unwilling to get into a staring contest with him, and shut his eyes to avoid it. When he opened them, the guards had left, leaving the unpleasant food and unpleasant thoughts in their wake. He chose to ignore the food for now, still not feeling great. The thoughts though, chose to make their presence known. Special plans... Special plans... what on earth could a useless son of a useless man give to the King that the people about whom he actually cared couldn't? The only obvious answer was some sort of suicide mission. But even then - he wasn't fit for anything like that, either! He hadn't any useful skills outside of his potions, and that wasn't something he could just pump out whenever he wanted. The nervousness stewed with the nausea and his oncoming headache, making the avoidance of irritability a challenge.

He noticed for the first time another talking. He leaned to look over, but couldn't quite make out its source, the pillar between their and the glow-ey guy's cell obscuring his view. The man's target could be seen. Surprisingly small, she appeared to have managed to sneak something in? Probably not worth it to attempt an escape. Certainly not with him involved. He turned back to the ceiling, as the still unseen man began to raise his voice. Gail sighed, speaking up after he seemed to be done. "Can we maybe not with the yelling?"

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

@Sisyphus I feel it. got two of my own over the next few weeks

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

I'm still around btw, just waiting for @Sisyphus to pop up so we can collab a post

~Winds of Fate- A Thief's Adventure~

Gail // Royal Complex Dungeons // Mildew and Jail Cells

Gail sighed as he lay on the dungeon floor, looking up at the ceiling. How the hell had this happened? 4 years of being the supplier in his neck of the woods, not once was there ever a problem like this. It had become routine, normal, just a side gig he did to keep the money flowing for his real passion. But now the guard suddenly cared? Enough for him to be in the Royal Dungeons. Gods, there was no way this was going to end well, and he just had to drag Y'vanna around into it. He grunted as he sat up, and had a look around the cell, pointedly avoiding looking at Y'Vanna for a moment, mostly out of shame for getting her into this situation. But then, he supposed, they were shackled at the leg, so they'd have to look at each other eventually. The dungeon was, well, dungeon-ey. dark, full of mildew and mold, wet, the silence only really disturbed by the clanking of the leg shackle and the occasional noises from the floor above. The only real thing of interest outside of his cellmate was the man the next cell down, sitting there, somehow... lit? by something?

Gail mentally shrugged. He could do weird shit to. speaking of, actually... he realized as he turned to Y'Vanna that he could probably be of some assistance on that route. "I... uh...... Sorry for this," he awkwardly choked out. clearing his throat, he continued. "I got us into this shithole, but I can probably at least help with your head."

Gail had, in fact, no idea how good of an idea it was to try and heal the cut. But, it was still bleeding, and it's not like he really needed his consciousness if he did end up failing, so what the hell? "Hold still, and be ready to catch me if I pass out." he said as he carefully brought his hand up to the wound, willing the magic into his fingers. as he brought them slowly across her forehead, blood staining them as he did so. Moving left to right, the gash began to scab over; ugly, crusty, and perhaps likely to leave a scar, but nonetheless, heal it he did. The world was spinning hard now, and he was beginning to feel nauseous. Gail gingerly lay down on the damp floor, somewhat aware of the water dampening his clothes even more, but not really being bothered by it, focused as he was on not puking as he closed his eyes, bringing his hands over them to block out the dim light. That went surprisingly well he thought, as his mind moved on to wondering where this was leading the two of them.

And come to think of it, wasn't it a tad odd that the guards put the two of them together? Especially since they were caught in the same spot? I guess that guard captain really did believe me...