[:plant:] [WFRP] The Oldenhaller Contract

Dazhyn wondered why the group couldn't just find a camping spot outside town. Cities made him feel claustrophobic. He was much more comfortable sleeping outside in a land he didn't know than inside a crowded city in a land he didn't know. Open fields under the stars were more his thing. Saying nothing, he followed the rest of the group to wherever they were going. Dazhyn wasn't taking charge of anything until he was out of this dreadful place.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

1 Die Roll thug wranglin'

See, this is why Dazhyn preferred plains over cities. No one can jump out and surprise you when you can see them coming three miles away. He pulled out his lasso and lobbed it at one of his opponents. Or at least tried. The rope hardly went more than a foot.

ready lasso, throw at south thug.
fail miserably.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

3 Dice Rolls hit location

Dropping the profusely unhelpful length of rope at his feet, Dazhyn pulls the string on his shoulder, reaches behind him, and lets his hatchet fall into his hand. He wasn't exactly a seasoned warrior, but he was grateful for all of those lessons his grandfather had given him. He took a swing at the thug in front of him. The attack gets by the thug's guard but only just - Dazhyn's hatchet simply bounces off his foe's armor.

drop lasso, ready hand axe. attack connects, but no wounds are sustained.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

2 Dice Rolls damage

Dazhyn's knee throbbed with pain. Drawing his dagger from its sheath on his leg for something to protect himself with, he took another swing at his opponent.

Draw dagger in off-hand to get one free parry attempt per round. Attack same target with hand axe again (assuming he's not already dead)

6 wounds to the arm (i think)

This time the axe slices into the thug's arm like it's supposed to. Dazhyn allows himself a tiny grin. He usually preferred to give other people drinks, not pain, death, and disfigurement. But hey, this guy had started it.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

Dazhyn leaned against a nearby wall and started cleaning the blood off of his axe. He didn't want to be stuck chopping firewood with a rusted out hatchet when he finally got out of this lousy city. Dazh always took good care of his stuff, and it took good care of him. He'd had this axe for twenty years already - and it still worked like it was new.

Dazh didn't much feel in the mood drinking himself silly, especially considering the incident he'd just survived. But seeing as his translator had just walked off into the night, he grudgingly followed along, picking up his lasso before following Yarogni to wherever it was they were going.

I was speaking idiomatically.

Dazhyn rolled his eyes. Typical. He didn't know enough of the local language to accomplish much, but he had heard their word for "money" enough times in the angry exchange between his companion and the proprietor to know that he was going to have to either pay the man or chop off another arm before the night was over. The things one does for an old friend.

For now, though, Daz simply took the stool his friend had offered him and rested his feet. He amused himself people-watching, since there's not a lot else to do in a bar full of people you're incapable of communicating with.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Dazhyn listened to his friend's description of the situation.

I'll not be leaving my things in the care of anyone else, thank you. Last time i let you borrow my dagger you decided to try cutting through the steel belt on the keg to open it instead of just stabbing a hole in the top like you're supposed to. It took me four hours with a whetstone to get the thing back to the point where it would cut an apple again. No way i'm letting this lot get hold of my things.

Whatever this job is, it had better involve getting out of this city. I can't stand not being able to see the stars. It's disorienting.

For someone who had spent so long looking to the stars for guidance, Dazhyn didn't trust their powers of prediction nearly as much as one might expect. He eyed the ale in front of him, then pushed it back towards the barkeep with an apologetic smile and a shake of his head. He wouldn't be drinking tonight. He only drank on special occasions, and even then not much. When you had friends like his, getting drunk was a very bad plan.

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Daz is not happy. He does not appreciate being woken up. His tired brain puts things together enough for him to take all of the money pouches from the thief (his included, if the thief was dumb enough to bring his own cash with him). He then picks the man up by the back of his clothing and lets him go. Out the way he came in. Daz then closes the latch, figures out which pouch of money is his, takes it, goes back to the cot, and lies back down without a word. He hears someone crawling up the steps and shouts -

Yarogni, that had better be you coming to tell me we're getting out of this hole. I've had about enough of this "big exciting city" of yours to last me a lifetime.

How ya doing, buddy?

Dazhyn is rudely awakened for the second time in less than 8 hours. He gets up, and is about to grab Yarogni when his vision clears enough to recognize his companion. Instead Dazhyn settles for packing his things and going outside after paying for his night. Since he wasn't going to be much help in figuring out the plan, Dazhyn instead busies himself with taking care of his horse and dog (which of course he has been doing since he arrived in town and yes i did just realize now that i had a horse)

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Dazhyn can see where his friend is going, and while unimpressed at the lack of open country involved, he'll go along with any plan at this point which gets his legs moving. He does, however, make a suggestion to his friend.

We might want to get the elf's head looked at before we go looking for more trouble. It wouldn't really be a good start to your little empire to lose a man because he trips on a loose rock. I'll be outside with Sasha and Hrim.

Dazhyn walked around the door, still on the floor from the previous night, and gave Sasha a good long scratch behind her ears. She looked about as comfortable in this city as he felt, her usually sharp senses confused and overloaded by all of the sounds and scents around her. Hrim seemed less affected by the city than his furry counterpart, but Daz could tell he was restless too. Hopefully they would find an inn near a city gate tonight, so Daz could take Hrim for a run.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Dazhyn wanders about the hall. At least art can be appreciated even if you don't speak the local language. Noticing the end of Yarogni's conversation, Daz walks over to see what the man had left behind. Of course - another card he couldn't read. He has Yarogni translate the card for him.

"Legal"? Oh, that's a great sign. Who bothers to put that on a job offer unless it's quite definitely not legal? Not to mention the fact that they've had business cards printed for what seems like a one time job.

I don't like it. Feels like a trap. Or a suicide mission.

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1 Die Roll searching

Since paying attention to the conversation does Dazhyn no good anyway, he passes the time by looking around the room, looking for anything interesting or suspicious. Like a trapdoor under his feet, or a large weight above his head. Or maybe something actually hidden. He knew that these types of people liked the idea of pulling levers and dropping unfortunate visitors to their doom. They liked the drama of it all.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

1 Die Roll gossip

Dazhyn gets the gist of the developments from his friend, and scowls when he hears about the sewers. So much for getting out with Hrim tonight. He proceeds to go searching a stable to put up Hrim and Sasha for the night, as well as a fighting dagger. If tonight was going to get rough, he may as well be some semblance of prepared.

Go looking for a Main Gauche - if i can't find one, just find a buckler instead Nevermind, can't use them as effectively as the dagger i have now anyway. Stupid weapon groups. Just find myself a leather hat instead.

Also scope out price on a stable, assuming they're not so cheap as to be negligible. Generally be paranoid as to why we are being paid more than twice the yearly salary of a mercenary for a one night job. Also, find out how much medical treatment for myself / the others will cost. Drag Yarogni around to all of this since i am absolutely useless on my own

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Dazhyn, as always, keeps up with Yarogni and keeps an eye on his surroundings. He starts to wonder whether he should have brought Sasha along to track should they need the help, but decides that she wouldn't be much help in such an unfamiliar environment anyway. Daz hopes deeply that this job doesn't take too long. The Dwarf may enjoy sleeping underground, but Dazhyn would really rather not be down in this hole for any longer than is absolutely necessary.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Dazhyn grows tired of standing around and not doing anything. Making ready for trouble, he decides to kick down the door. It was rude, sure, but it's also rude to leave a note saying to wait for someone to open the door and then not have someone there to open it.

FELIPE NO

Dazhyn feels satisfied with the results of his kicking. And sure, it hadn't been necessary, but it had been incredibly cathartic. Sometimes, when you're stuck in a situation that is completely out of your element, you just have to wreck something to get your head back on straight. This was one of those times.

He looked around the room his handiwork had revealed. If there was supposed to be someone here all the time, it must be a pretty lousy job, sitting around all day in a room with no seating. Daz wanders over to the south door, and waits for someone even remotely capable of diplomacy to take the lead.

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

Hearing the kerfuffle ahead, and wondering how he had let his translator get so far ahead without him noticing, Daz hurries to see what was going on.

in the future, just have Dazhyn keep up with Yarogni, since he's pretty much useless otherwise.

Jam it back in, in the dark.