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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Mar 22, 2008 4:04:59 GMT -5
When her song ends, Wraith again attempts to signal discretely to Ahinabura. But as the mysterious harmonica penetrates the sudden oppressive silence, grabbing Irvin's attention, she takes a few cautious steps back toward Aerin and Ahinabura, and softly murmurs the verse for her next incantation. "From memory I weave a sight to deceive, come swiftly now on winds with no sound."[OOC: While Irvin is distracted, Wraith is casting Silent Image [as quietly as she can], shaped to resemble the head thug who revealed her disguise. She will create it so that he appears to be beckoning aggressively at Irvin.  Also, when Wraith attempts to signal to Ahinabura, what kind of skill check is required for that? She's trying to alert her through simple hand gestures to sneak up on the man.] |
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Post by hilathic on Mar 24, 2008 18:59:24 GMT -5
The thug yawns, but it might instead be out of boredom. When the harmonica joins in on the song, Irvin puts his attention on the source of the new sound, brandishing the heavy stick. " Who's 'ere?" he demands. " C'mon out quiet 'n' slow!" says a tiny voice from the darkness. The sound of the voice could be heard from a porch near the junction where Ahinabura and the boy now hide. Jumping down from the porch into the light, the stranger holds his hands out wide, accidently bumping into Wraithas he did so, to show he carries nothing but a harmonica in one hand, and carries nothing else anywhere else. His greenish scaly skin over his lower extremities shines brightly in the lantern light. A tail flickers back and forth nervously from behind the fiend. "I think I may know where those folks you where chasin have gone to." |
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Mar 26, 2008 0:47:18 GMT -5
Concentration
[dice=20]
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Wraith stumbles as the runty tiefling berk leaps out from the shadows, and crashes into her...
[Huh. Something appears to be wrong with the dice code. I'll take out the modifier, and attach that at the bottom. See if that makes any difference.  ][rand=675290302069570930904825772583744058702454308757646295363657104735] |
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Post by hilathic on Mar 26, 2008 9:42:19 GMT -5
Looking to Wraith and winking, and then back to Irvin, the tiefling bends down slightly and tries to lift a large slab of rubble from off the ground. "A little help, young man?" Hilathic asks Wraith. The small fiends muscles look small and barely used. Seeing Wraiths hesitation, he tries to quell her concerns "I ain't no knight of the cross trade, so I ain't lookin to bob ya, Cutter. Just need a little help." As both Wraith and Irvin stand there watching the small tiefling, the stone begins to slide revealing a hidden passage.
"So, Blood, that should be worth a few pieces of Jink." Looking to Irvin he holds out his hand.
[OOC: I assume that makes your concentration. Hilathic is ignoring the illusion hoping that Irvin does not see it. ]
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Post by Stix on Mar 27, 2008 15:16:43 GMT -5
Irvin spies the illusory thug, signaling lamely with his index finger, then waving him over with exaggerated motions, his dull eyes peering into the hole. " Oy! Oy! O'er here!" he calls to his gang-mates. " Look a' this!" (The following assumes Wraith cancels the illusion before the lead man sees himself up ahead.  ) The other two men trot back around the corner, closing the distance quickly to inspect the passage. " Clever bastard," says the man in the lead. " Through after 'em!" he orders, dropping down to crawl through the passageway. Irvin and the last man follow suit, leaving the alley quiet again behind them. |
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Post by hilathic on Mar 27, 2008 19:45:56 GMT -5
"Cheap bastard, is more like it. The names Hilathic, but people usually just call me Hal. You're either a deader, or a nutter, it's hard to tell." Sitting down on the stone he reaches up and pokes his finger into his check and pushes his finger down towards his jaw as though motioning a tear running down his face. "It's not a very good disquise." Checking his other hand for his harmonica he blows a simple bluesy tune.
[dice=20][rand=1666130019425716701974606055581296461382216971052339140184602399397]
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Mar 30, 2008 23:39:54 GMT -5
"Cheap bastard, is more like it. The names Hilathic, but people usually just call me Hal. You're either a deader, or a nutter, it's hard to tell." Sitting down on the stone he reaches up and pokes his finger into his check and pushes his finger down towards his jaw as though motioning a tear running down his face. "It's not a very good disquise." Checking his other hand for his harmonica he blows a simple bluesy tune.
"Honestly basher, I think I'm a bit of both these days." Wraith mutters, wiping away some of the make-up as best she can, and doffs her baggy disguise. The figure beneath is frail and wisp-like, swathed in a black gothic robe, and somehow shaped to seem even thinner in her old corset. She extends a thin hand toward the curious runty fiend. "My name is Uathach, though I've identified with Wraith for so long, it hardly even matters what others chose to call me." She beckons to Ahinabura and Aerin hiding in the shadows. "It's okay, you can come out now. They're gone... thankfully. Though we should be away from here before they return."Turning to regard Hilathic with a wary purple eye, she says. "You have my thanks, basher, for turning up when you did. It... would've been a pity... to end that man's life sooner than Death intended." She falters, seeming uncertain for a moment, and swings her cloak over her shoulders. On the back of the dull gray garment the skullhead of the Dead has been stitched into the thick wool fabric. "Why are you here, anyway? It seemed awfully convenient that you turned up when you did." She lets the thought hang in the air, and stares coldly down at the strange man and his harmonica. |
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Post by hilathic on Mar 31, 2008 0:02:47 GMT -5
"I wouldn't worry about your friends coming back." Hal says with a wink. "I call kip right over there, behind the Meat Market. I saw ya go up the dead end, but didn't think it was my business ta let ya know you where goin the wrong way. It's nice ta meet ya Uathach. I've seen you around before." Looking to the boy he had not seen before, Hilathic shows a quick glimpse of surprise. "Seen ya round The Weary Head. Is that where your bringin the boy? He looks sick."
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Mar 31, 2008 1:46:12 GMT -5
"I wouldn't worry about your friends coming back." Hal says with a wink. "I call kip right over there, behind the Meat Market. I saw ya go up the dead end, but didn't think it was my business ta let ya know you where goin the wrong way. It's nice ta meet ya Uathach. I've seen you around before." Looking to the boy he had not seen before, Hilathic shows a quick glimpse of surprise. "Seen ya round The Weary Head. Is that where your bringin the boy? He looks sick." She purses her lips thoughtfully, and fiddles with her labret stud. Waiting for Ahinabura and her son to emerge from cover, she scoops the exhausted child up into her arms, and wraps the baladrana around him as best she can. She suspected it would be a cold night, and if she didn't find a way to keep him warm, his condition may worsen... Whatever his condition may be. Her head whipped around as the Weary Head was mentioned, conjuring images of that day, what seemed an age ago now. She peered at the little man suspiciously. "Are you following me, basher? If so, why? Unless you're in need of a physician, or someone to inter the remains of a dearly departed relative, I don't know what I could possibly offer you." |
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Post by hilathic on Mar 31, 2008 19:09:09 GMT -5
"I can see your no different then the others around here. I regret the assistance I lent you. Good day, Ladies." With that Hilathic puts his harmonica to his mouth and begins to play an angry tune loudly as he walks away from the trio.
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Mar 31, 2008 19:58:09 GMT -5
"I can see your no different then the others around here. I regret the assistance I lent you. Good day, Ladies." With that Hilathic puts his harmonica to his mouth and begins to play an angry tune loudly as he walks away from the trio. Uathach hisses in frustration. Why was it that some bashers took the things she said a bit too personally? No harm was intended by it. It was, afterall, a fair call to want to know why he was following her, if that was the case... "Excuse me, basher, wait..." She calls out, quickening her pace to keep up with the irate little man. "Listen, there's no need for such histrionics. Much has happened for me to be more than a little bit peery of those around me. I'm sure you can understand that." She makes an idle gesture at him, then herself, to emphasise her point. "But there's no need to start off with such... misunderstandings.
You seem to be the well-lanned sort, at one with your surroundings. Even you should know it's not wise to travel the Hive alone at night. Come with us. You seem to be a part of this, and, unless you were bluffing when you led those men away, I suspect you know something about what they were looking for... and I'd very much like to know what that is." She pauses, studying the little man's green scaly face in the dim light. "What say you, Hilathic? Will you accompany us?" |
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Post by hilathic on Apr 1, 2008 10:12:07 GMT -5
Stopping his playing and listening to what Wraith had to say, Hilathic took a moment to respond. "Honestly Cutter, I have no idea who those men are, and the only reason I had noticed you is because of your beauty. I do wander the streets alone at night because who really wants anything to do with a naked fiendling. If they do take notice of me, most of these berks can be outwitted easily, with a sharp tongue and a quick mind. Like I lanned you before, I call Kip in the cellar of Orsmonder's Meats. Right there." Hilathic points to the Shop just down the street where the drunkard was passed out. "It was only coincidence tonight that you happened upon me." His heart was racing in his chest, he wanted to lie and tell her he knew everything about what had just happened so that she would take him with her, but he knew he would be caught quickly in that lie. Still there was hope, he was resourceful and she was in trouble, maybe she would see that and take him with and he could be near her. That's all he wanted, all he needed, then maybe just maybe...
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Apr 1, 2008 21:37:41 GMT -5
The soft colour of a delicate rose stains the Dustman's pale face. She turns away from Hilathic, hiding her face and her eyes in shame, because truly she wasn't deserving of such compliments; from anybody. A part of her couldn't help but wonder if the little fiendling wanted something from her, but glancing down at him - and recalling the way he stalked off in a huff before - she decided that wasn't the case.
Donning her veil in silence, so hiding her deep blush, Wraith nods and beckons for Hilathic to follow her. "You spared me what could've been a disaster, cutter, so the least I can do is return the favour, however I can. You may accompany me to the Open Shell where I have lodgings, if that is your wish. In fact, I'd prefer it. Even well-lanned street walkers like yourself can'tr always find a safe niche to hide in."
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Post by hilathic on Apr 1, 2008 21:55:08 GMT -5
"As you wish." He didn't feel like mention once again his home was a mere 50ft away and a safer niche there probably was none with old man Orsmonder and his son upstairs. It was cold tonight in the Hive and he still hadn't gotten clothing so the Open Shell would be a welcome stop even if it was just for a few hours. Looking again to the boy Wraith now held, and sheepishly asks, "The boy looks cold we should move quickly. Does... Does the boy have a father awaiting him at the Open shell?" Hilathic's back changed a deep shade of brown as he asked the question and his tail looked as if it couldn't tuck further between his legs without falling off.
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Apr 2, 2008 0:52:07 GMT -5
"Aye, I don't wish to tarry here any longer." Wraith whispers, pointedly looking away from the little man, and sets Aerin down on his feet for a moment. She kneels beside him, opening her pack, and pulls out an assortment of dull coloured clothing, mostly varigated shades of gray; braies, tunic, cloak, hose, girdle and hood. She tosses the garments one by one at Hilathic.
"Here, put these on, cutter. Where we're going, you're going to need them. And... you'll likely freeze to death otherwise." She hesitates before making a cautious gesture at his nakedness, and secures the straps on her pack once more.
Lifting the pack onto her thin shoulders, she scoops the shivering child up, pausing to brush the matted red hair off his face. It's a motherly gesture, soft and tender, and the child lays his head weakly upon her shoulder.
Perhaps it's for the best that she decided to put her veil back on. Because when Hilathic sheepishly asks, "Does... Does the boy have a father awaiting him at the Open shell?" her deep blush spreads across her pale face.
Noisily clearing her throat, she mutters at length. "Had Aerin sprung forth from my own loins, cutter, I... I would've died during the birth. Just one of the banes of being some Tanar'ri's daughter." Speaking of this subject obviously pains her, though her distress could also be from the effort of supporting Aerin's diminished weight.
"There is... no father waiting for Aerin, cutter. Not any more. Nor will there ever be." She bites back a teary sob, instead issuing a shaky breath. Though Aerin had been her child for some time now, the memory of how he came into her care still burned fresh and clear in her mind. No child should ever witness what travesties befell him that fateful eve.
"It's just me, and my boy. I've died alone, and I'll continue to exist alone, until some fortune of Fate should whisk me away to a better place." She wipes something from the corner of her eye with the gauzy black cloth, and stares off down the alleyway. Her haunted gaze locks onto something only she can see; a light of what she hoped may some day be. Then it is gone: A fleeting epiphany lasting all of but a few seconds, before the numbness creeps in again.
"Come, it's time for all of us to be away from this place."
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Post by Stix on Apr 2, 2008 1:07:32 GMT -5
Ahinabura finishes meticulously picking dirt and pebbles from the woolen lining of her cloak -- a compulsion that's likely the result of working around too many barmies and desperate sods at all times.
"Have my thanks, basher," she says, pressing a gold piece into Hilathic's hand.
Clerk's Ward Dumb Luck Roll
[dice=20][rand=9526370751438958937115761489227573871961143440338541379772032724]
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Post by Stix on Apr 2, 2008 1:09:51 GMT -5
(Please continue at 8 AP in the Open Shell; everyone arrives without incident.)
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Also, when Wraith attempts to signal to Ahinabura, what kind of skill check is required for that? She's trying to alert her through simple hand gestures to sneak up on the man.]
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