/tg/Station 13

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"Seems reasonable to me, but we should at least travel together till the edge of the hovels"

"You hear that Mr. Oldman Cinders? A trip to the library is a fine chance for 'cultural enrichment' if I say so myself."

"Alright then it is settled. Let's all regroup in the market square before dusk and see what we've got"

((I'll get back to everyone this afternoon, gotta take care of some stuff.

P.S., Table had to drop out.))

((EDIT: Make that tomorrow))

((RIP table. Also I refuse to let this game die, even if it just becomes me freeform RPing with myself))

((But the game refused to die, I had just kinda thought we were already out of the hovels at the moment, I'm at school right now and won't be home for another 3-4 hours (10/19) ))

((I ain't letting it die 3 pages in y'all trippin smh

Everyone post who's going where so I can get a good headcount, I think Galv and Daemon are going to the librurry))

((Yep totally going to the librarby and pick up some books, probably books on kings, royal families and castle designs. The greatest challenge will be obtaining a card.))

((I think the way I worded it IC'ly I assumed Wyzack and I would go to the station or whatever and Daemon/Galv would go to the library, I left Deitus to choose either one he felt like going along with))

((Maccus pls))

((Deitus still needs to decide Wyzguy

If nothing happens by tonight I'll just let him decide when he gets to it and move on with you guys))

((Shit yeah my bad))

((Maccus, is it cool if Cecil and the bookstore guy have at least some kinda knowledge of one another? Y'know, on account of Cecil having collected books for so long, and probably getting them from kinda local collectors? Also, I can't remember or seem to find out which kingdom we are currently in. I assume that center capital city? ))

((You're in Adamonte, High Sechringia, the big ol' capitol city (I still need to draw up a big map at some point)

Believe it or not, I was going to go with the bookstore guy knowing you too. The party might even be able to find a book by Cecil at the bookstore, if you want.))

((I'll be using spoiler tags so it'll be easier to just find where you're at in the big posts so you don't get confused.))

Cinders/Sebastian:
Tripes/Marston:
((Deitus, you can either decide which group you wanna go with or strike out on your own))

((PER roll: 3 2 ))

You notice that almost every single person present save for the workers is decked out in the latest of fashion, expensive dresses and gleaming jewels. They're almost assuredly all nobles.

"Cromwell, people actually wear these things?" Tripes asks as he points to a few of the passing crowd. "I just don't understand why you'd want to wear something that's so flimsy, I mean they wouldn't even put up much of a fight against a rooster ... In some ways the city is more strange than the marsh."

"These people are money, and they know it. Smarter men than they have convinced these poor fops that the ridiculous clothes are the latest fashion, and swindle them out of a pile of crowns for each piece. Criminal really."

Cromwell chuckles

"In any case we need to find a crier or some other native who can help us find what we need."

"Perhaps we could ask that guy on the podium over there? Maybe he can help us out somehow" Tripes suggests and chuckles before saying "I won't beat around the bush Cromwell but, between you and me let's face it... I couldn't talk to a merchant to save my life. Maybe you should do the talking around 'ere."

Cromwell grins
"Must be my rougeish charm"
He wades through the crowd and attempts to talk to the man

A squat, sweaty man with a slightly protruding gut mops away droplets with his sleeve as he looks you over. "Ach, they couldn't even show up themselves to buy transport, could they? Suppose you're here to rent for the parade?"

(can i join this campaign as King Banter von Nandos, King of the Banter Kingdom, Sickest Cunt of the Principality of Bants, Cheekiest Emperor of the Holy Nandos Empire and First Citizen of Banterville. if not can I feature as a BBEG where the party must out banter me in order to gain access to a spicy chicken restaurant )

"Actually we are in town for the festival and are looking for a place to rent for the next month or so. Preferably some place where we will not be bothered. Can you help us?"

"Parade, festival, both are for our great King. I could, actually. A large number of newcomers are staying at the Crossed Arms next to the Dance Hall, do you know where that is? They've decently-priced rooms for families there."

Cecil takes a deep breath in the bookstore, closing his eyes for a moment. He lets out a wistful, almost sad sigh, and seems to become lost in his thoughts for a moment. He shakes himself out of it, and approaches the desk.
Cecil clears his throat to get the clerk's attention and says "Hello, I'm a... friend, and business partner of the owner of this place. Cecil Quenik, if you've heard of me at all? Me and my friend here, well we wanted to... peruse a bit. Uh... does Berkhardt still have that old private study area? We'd prefer to be able to attend to our scholarships in private."

Roux takes in the view of his surroundings, partly to take in the beauty and partly to discern potential exit points in the unlikely event that things go south((rolled awareness: 51, ain't seein' shit cap'n!))."You were right Mr. Quenik, sir! This place is magnificent, your description of the place hardly does it justice!"

The clerk stands up straight, life suddenly returning to his eyes. "Ah! Mr. Quenik! My father told me much about you," he says, pointing to the painting. "Unfortunately, he passed away this last year, but you're more than welcome to use our study. Take a book, even, on the house! You've certainly given us plenty!"

"Ah yes, I had heard about that one. Seemingly a nice place, but me and my associates are here to peddle trinkets to the nobles. We require a space where we can work in peace. Would the Crossed Arms be able to accommodate us?"

"Should be, though you might need to throw in a little something extra to store your wares. If you're looking to peddle trinkets, though, I'd suggest getting to know the nobles. Everyone in this city knows somebody else, and spreading the word would help you out, from one peddler to another." He smiles.

"Thank ye kindly"

Cromwell offers the man a few crowns for the information

"Good luck dealing with the rainbow tide. Perhaps we'll meet again"

Bump

((Surprised nobody else has posted, are yall waiting on me? Have a map.
))

"Well alright then Tripes, what say you we go check out this inn?"

"An Inn? I thought we were going to an Out!" Tripes says with a big smile on his face. "Well if it's the best the magnificent Cromwell can do with his rogueish charm, I suppose we might as well give it a shot."

Cromwell grins

"Not so fast, we dont know if they even allow swamp dwellers in! Regardless, lets go see what they can offer us."

Upon hearing that he could have a book for free, Mr. Roux springs into the the grand shelves. ((Looking for royal family tree and castle architecture, maybe an anatomy book too because that's always useful right?))

Roux Tripes and Marston

((Hello, I'm back, I've been simultaneously busy and ill so every moment I was not working was spent sleeping or in a disease induced fog. I am feeling slightly closer to being at the same height as the weather now, so I suppose I shall continue.))
"Dead? What... what happened? I had not heard, I am so, so sorry... God... never thought I'd outlive him! I mean, this place seems pretty safe 's long as you stay out of the alleys and the courts, no?" Quenik shakes his head sadly, and sighs. "Well, I suppose on a long enough time scale everything has a survival rate of flat nothin'... a damn shame though. Your dad was sharp as the crack of a whip, a damn good businessman, and he always made the best the tea."

Tripes points to the noble before saying "Cromwell! Look your rogueish charm is working on that noble over there!" He heartily chuckles before suggesting "Maybe he wants something from us?"

Cromwell walks over to the man

"Hello there, couldn't help but notice you eyeing me, can we help you with something?"

((I'll update tomorrow after work, exhausted tonight.

Hope you get to feeling better, Daemon!))

Cinders
Cromwell and Tripes

"Ah, well i suppose we are not entirely unfamiliar it. Name's Gregory Smith."

Cromwell extends his hand for a shake

"Perhaps we can render some assistance."

Tripes looks around the room for anything interesting, stifling a chuckle. ((Looking for anything interesting, I check my PER right? if so 4,4))

((Updates will resume when I'm done enjoying my three-day weekend))

((AWRITE AWRITE AWRITE

Tripes, you don't see anything.))

Cromwell and Tripes

((Hey guys, my character doesn't have the literacy skill! Nice! Lot's of 'what does this word mean?' in my future.))

Roux emerges from the rows of shelves and puts up 20 thrones on the front counter. "Mr. Oldman Cinders sir, I found a few books that I think are worth studying. I could use your expertise when you're done catching up with your friend!"

"Seems like you'd be in pretty good standing if this Indrick fellow had an.. accident, from what I can tell" Tripes says with a smile.

"Well i believe we can work something out my good man, any idea where we can find this fellow?"

((No, I haven't forgotten. I'm updating when I get home from work today.))