Pathfinder Chronicles IC thread (CLOSED)

[Menyra]

Once the fight over who gets to claim Nilia's first knockout has been resolved, Brelia goes around the arena and collects what coinage falls in her general direction, which happens to be aboutten coins in total. After that she moves to leave the arena along with the rest of the party.

The first person she addresses after being released from the arena is the centaur, whom she gives a warm pat on the shoulder and a shake of a hand. "It was fun working with, both on and off the arena," she says. "Take care not to piss off any owners, ya hear? Don't make me have to come back and bail you out!" After getting a reply (if she does get one) Brelia nods at the guard in acknowledgment and joins up with the party. The first of whom she addresses happens to be Irice.

"Aww~ is someone jealous?" She asks while standing on Irice's right before switching over to get to her left and prodding her cheek a little. "I think so~ well don't worry. I intend to get to know all of you! Though actual relationship dynamics may vary. Anyways~" Brelia slips away before she inevitably gets swatted at by an angry war priest, moving instead to the rest.

"I agree with Kay for now," she says, casually walking with her hands behind her back. "Lets leave the grounds, then talk about future plans. The less anyone else knows the better, after all." She looks up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "Though getting caught up in a vendetta that crosses the whole ocean doesn't quite sit right with me..."

[Jermayan]

Hauling herself back up to her feet, Lensea idly strokes and pats at the gurgling bulge under her uniform, but as she stretches from side to side the strained fabric of the garment begins to give way. Fishing out a dagger from her belt, she continues with the modifications she had made earlier, cutting down the sides until they're almost completely open down to the waist and allowed the front to stretch out further. Anyone who cared to look through the gaps would see her belly already starting to smooth and round out, the pale skin of her underbelly showing through the streched scales.

Wandering around and idly snatching up what coins landed near her, Lensea's head swings around in surprise when Irice made her feelings on the arena's known to the crowds. While she had some appreciation for what the oread was saying, there was a time and a place for everything, and this was certainly not the best of either. Hurrying over to the exit to escape the sudden rain of less appetizing foodstuffs from the crowd, Lensea nods along with what some of the others were saying. "No problem with wanting stuff like this to stop - I doubt any of us will argue otherwise - but a hyped-up arena crowd is probably not the best group to try it on first."

"As for where I'm bound for next...I honestly don't know. Enough people will know our faces from the fights that just slipping into our old lives won't really work, and although we could try to leverage the fact we can fight for something, I don't know how many people will be interested in guards with a reputation for, well, this," gesturing at her stomach as she did so. "Best thing I can think of is maybe an adventuring guild or something similar, but I don't even know if this city has one, much less how'd they feel about a bunch of former gladiators showing up out of the blue."

[Razgriz]

The Centaur shifted in place behind them at all their wonderings at the pair that joined them in leaving. "Oh, very much no - they have to stay. It would be a crime to steal them until their terms expire.." She answered to everyone's questions regarding them. Seems like they have to stay. "Obviously the ones you already ate are fair-game, since most of them are dead anyway." She shrugged, smirking at Kay based on her explaination. Made sense to survive. Though she did scratch her chin. "I wouldn't tell anyone you did take them, though. But they're bound to realize the two that surrendered vanished..." She mused.

The Centaur chuckled though as she watched the naga eat. "Well. I was hoping you guys would lose, So i got to save ya all and escort you out." She shakes her body, causing her belly to wobble left and right of her equine body, where it hung between her legs. "But no matter." She pets Jon's head, seeming to have taken a shine to him. "And yeah, you guys should stick together until you know what you're going to do. Settle down and make some coin or whatever." She smiled, shaking Brelia's hand gladly.

Nobody is rushing you guys out and events around you seem to function as normal - more gladiators are equipped and ushered out, while the guards don't pay you much mind. The two accompanying you remain reasonably silent, patient for when they must part ways with the party. The Centaur at this point waves to you all, heading off to her medical bay to ensure nobody needs tending to.

[Zephyr42]

Adriaan smiled at the centaur. "By then, they should be long gone," he promised her. He tilted this way and that, gauging his body. If he deemed it necessary, he used his health potion to recover some vitality and at least stabilize the arrows in his body. For this, he'd need his strength.

(Using health potion to bring Adriaan up from negative numbers {orokos.com/roll/639103. If he already has HP above three, never mind about the potion.)

Finally, he turns to the two and smiles at them. "Well, my fellow performers," he says, "your escape awaits, should you choose to take it. Don't worry, you'll be in no danger from me." Then he opens his mouth, enticing the two with his finger to place their hands in his mouth and make their way down.

[Menyra]

During the handshake that the two of them share, Brelia pulls on the centaur's hand, which, due to the centaur being heavier and quadrupedal, only results in the feline pulling herself toward the centaur. Their faces just miss one another, so that Brelia ends up leaning over the centaur's shoulder and with her mouth right next to her ear. She lowers her voice to a whisper that she -hopes- will allow her next words to stay between her and the centaur.

"If and when I do end up in there, it will not be because I need it but because I want it. I do hope that, at that time, that we can... savor that moment~" she coos in her whisper, and as she says the word 'savor', Brelia brings one finger up to the centaur's lips and presses it against her mouth just forcefully enough to get her fingertip between the lips. (( http://orokos.com/roll/639323 Rolled 10+13=23 ))

[Bright]

Jon thought about the situation for a moment, his mind only a little bit distrated by the cute centaur jester from earlier.
"Yeah, sure. Overseas vengeance might be a bit hard to work with, but what if we start with the things we can do locally."

"We get Iricis stuff from where she hid it. Then we can move to the next town over and see if we can get some work there. The world always has the need for someone who can fight."

Jon then tried to remember the basic geographic lay of the land.

[Razgriz]

Before the Centaur leaves when interacting with Brelia, the fingertip in her mouth causes a blush as she licks her palm, taking longer than usual to part from this embrace as she gently closes her mouth around Brelia. But all the same, she did have to go. It's likely she would be up for that again, with how her tail was raised.

The pair look at Adriaan's maw and then his gut, contemplating it now that they were alone. Though a quick glance to the other's rounding bellies quickly turns them off the idea. "We'll take our chances with the arena, safer with you lot gone." the blunt one speaks up, while the shier girl nods slowly.

Meanwhile, Jon thinks on the lay of the land. To be honest you've been inside the arena for so long, it's very hard to remember. You know you've been taken to somewhere you've never been and there's a town - or perhaps a city just outside the doors.

[sansuki]

"Sure? You can have a seat up here," Kay points straight to her crotch, bandy-legged, with a leer and a grin. It's not that she expects either of the two to take her up on the offer, but Kalliope still has to make the offer for its own sake. "Ahh, well, good luck to you. If you get ate, I hope it's someone cute." She sticks her tongue out, turns, and waddles off, heading to try to get out of the arena so she can talk in peace and not broadcast her continued criminal aspirations right into the ear of a large number of guards. "Sure, whatever. I'd say we need to discuss this over dinner, but in our condition that'd be one of you eating a sandwich and the rest of us being deafened by a half dozen bulging stomachs in a small booth, yeah?" The faun grins at her own not-quite joke.

[vore2412]

With the kitty, Brelia, being the first one to respond to her besides the crowds throwing rotten food at the oread, and Nilia seeming to somewhat agree with her sentiment, she shrugs at the little kitten's comment. "Not like I don't value those type of relationships, but you I'd have to say you all are far too young to take into consideration any enduring commitments. Besides, I serve my god as best I can...was the main point of me taking place in these games. If you think you have something to offer kitty...we'll figure things out when you've shown what you've got." Irice says, not reacting in the angry manner the catfolk had anticipated. But then, Irice wasn't one much swayed by passionate emotions herself, since her line of work, not to mention her upbringing, gave her the patience of stone.

"As to where I'm bound next, I can always find work at the forge. A little ways away from here, I have my smithing gear and my normal armor and weapon sequestered away in a manner where only one of my kind could find it. Has to do with stonework and all that...obscure dwarven lore to most of you. I can always build more armor, though making a weapon is...a bit more problematic for me. Requires different set of tools than for armor after all." With Jon and Lensea pitching in their opinions, Irice nods a bit, then turns to Adrian whom she notices is about to quaff a healing potion. She puts a hand on his arm to prevent him from doing so, and calling on the blessings of the Forgemaster, begins to heal the male catfolks wounds. "Better to save your potions for whenever I've expended all my healing magic. Never know when I may need healing myself, after all." She says by way of explanation. http://orokos.com/roll/639815 (( 7 wounds healed unless Jonat says more are healed, not certain how she's treating Cure Light Wounds since Brelia healed with her modifier it seems like. ))

As she's talking to the others and healing the male catfolk, it can be noticed that she's especially not paying any attention to the guards or the centaur. It's as though the oread doesn't regard their existence, and she does very little to interact with them in any way, except if forced to acknowledge them, in which case she does so with open disdain. The only regard she gives them is an appraising look, as though the guards or centaurs are worthy of nothing more than being a meal for her. While she's not the most cordial with her allies, at least she's willing to make plans and possibly amenable to some flirtation from the rest of the group, despite a great distinction in her age and theirs. In response to Jon's wondering about the lay of the land, Irice seems to be quite knowledgeable about the general area, especially around the area where she hid her equipment. She doesn't, however, seem to know too many specifics about any adventurers guilds, as her own profession saw to it that she didn't have to risk her life when she could instead outfit others to risk theirs.

[Zephyr42]

Adriaan frowns at the blunt one. "You speak for both of you?" he asks the blunt one. Then his frown fades as he turns to the shy one. "You understand that it's not going to get easier the longer it goes on," he tells her. "They'll keep throwing you both at tougher and tougher challenges and your luck will eventually run out. Gods above, you saw mine almost did." He motioned to his arrow wound, which was open even without the arrow in it. "I give you my solemn word that if you come with me, no harm will come to you. I'll even help you get out of the city. But waiting your sentence out isn't worth it. Too many people die that way." He pauses, hoping his words had the effect he wanted them to have.

(Adriaan doesn't use his potion after all. I have him at 3hp, I'll edit if that's wrong. Diplomacy to convince at least the timid one: 19 http://orokos.com/roll/639829)

[Menyra]

Brelia waves a now saliva-covered hand at the centaur as she leaves, smiling to herself at her body language she displays during their parting. Once the centaur is fully out of sight, she makes a sharp motion with her hand to dry it off and splatter excess saliva on the wall, then returns to the more future-minded members of her party. Her tail swishes back and forth, and her hands once more return to their place folded behind her back just above the base of her tail. After her initial flirtations with Irice finished and her original idea to not get caught up in a revenge plot posed, she nods her head in agreement once more with Kay. "A proper dinner does sound nice," she says with a sigh. "I know they feed us well back there, but it'd be good to at least have the atmosphere of a proper inn or restaurant to enjoy my food in. It'd be a decent place to discuss our next move as well. As far as getting to know the area is concerned, I'm sure I could procure a map from somewhere. Actually..." She sidles up to one of the guards that had escorted her out. "You wouldn't happen to have a map of this city and the surrounding area, would you? Or do you know where I could get one of those?"

[Netjak]

With her long, black tail actively grinding over the two lifeless bulges of what was now mere meat, Nilia slithered up after Kay, her stretched apart scales shining brightly individually, even as you could almost see in between them due to the twin swells. She was completely shutting out the conversation between Adriaan, the defeated guards and the jester-taur, as she didn't want to have any part in an attempt to break the girls out of the arena. If the kitty wanted, he would have to do it without her help, and probably without her assistance, if any officials came looking for him because of some missing gladiators. Nilia was a rather lawful noodle after all, and atleast in her mind was unjustly incarcerated to begin with! Just shaking her head with a little sigh, the noodle idly added, "I would like to leave this city atleast, as I don't think too much of it, but if there is any place in town worth visiting, a adventuring guild would probably be the place. ... And I don't see the need for all the secrecy, but if you guys want your privacy, fine. It's not like I can't eat a bit more", bending back to give her tailgut a firm push at that last bit, producing a loud, wet, 'GLSSSH' as her bloated tummy wobbled from side to side.

After a bit of quiet pondering, Nilia would actually turn to Irice with a flat expression, and ask, "I am kinda in need of some armour and a weapon, as well as some travelling equipment before we take on 'work' outside of the arena. So, with your magic and skill as a blacksmith, do you think you could fashion me a set of good quality armor without too much work, or should I just add that to my shopping list?"

[Jermayan]

Watching the teasing back and forth between the centaur and Brelia, Lensea smirks as their enthusiasm is obvious. If she wasn't quite as full, and had some other treat to feed the centaur, perhaps she might join in. She gives the two remaining humans another speculative look, but while she's sorely tempted to see where that course of action might lead, it would be rather poor form so soon after they had just accepted their surrender in the match.

"Well, I can't say that the idea of working at a forge or someplace similar. No offense meant, of course, but...I just haven't ever done much other than fight in various ways for most of my life. I could learn, of course, but I'd be starting from scratch in that regard." Casually unwinding the bindings from around her hands and fists, she gives the oread a bit of a lopsided smile as she does so. "Not like I'd be using much of the stuff that I might make, anyway."

Kay's suggestion of dinner makes her chuckle, and she gives her stomach a pat as she considers that suggestion. "Mmm, well, you're right when you say that most of us wouldn't be getting anything to eat, but I could definitely go for a few rounds to celebrate the possibility of having a room to myself for the first time in...years, actually. Would give us more time to try to figure out what the hell we're gonna do after this, too. Maybe see if there's a job board or something around."

[Razgriz]

The two girls let their attention slide to Kay's offer, the shier girl chuckling softly at her before she makes them think they'll be eaten. Looking to each other, the brash one shakes her head. "With them gone, nobody eats their opponent. Unless they get someone new." She assured the other, which perhaps made her relax a bit. Kay finds her walk long, but a straight line and of course unobstructed. Once she got to the -- surprisingly open -- gates of the slaves quarters, blinding light introduced her to freedom. Now out into the muddy sunny day - which may rain soon, if she had to guess, she was invited to the smell and sights of a tavern-focused area, likely for visitors to stay near the arena. Of course, when spoken to by Adriaan, the girls respond. Rather the brutish one does. "For her benefit, yes." She nashed back at him. "We'll take our chances." She reiterated firmly, though the shy girl seemed like she was woed by Adriaan's charm. "Thank you.. Anyway." She spoke up, if to soften the harsh edges of her friend. The pair of them break away from the party, back deeper into the gladiator's pit, since they were being left to their own devices.

Adriaan at least was healed of his blue balls, right?

Brelia manages to pin a younger guard against the wall; causing him to flinch as she speaks to him. "Uh.. I could.. Offer some directions.?" he asked, as if unsure of her but wanting to please. "Most of the area just outside are dining and sleeping, if you go all the way to the front - all the way around the Colleseum, you'll find the trade hub. Everything else is mostly residential." He explained.

[Zephyr42]

Adriaan's face falls as his offer is refused. "Very well," he tells them. Then he turns to the shyer one. "Watch yourself. There are a million ways to die in there." With a brief nod, he turns and walks away, his mood falling.

As Adriaan catches back up with the group, he clears his throat. "I actually have some money stashed away," he says, quietly enough that no-one else can hear him. "If I can get at it, I can probably make things a little easier for us. Get us room and board, supplies..." he paused as his stomach grumbled. "...a decent meal. Regarding making money, I'm a bit of a street performer, and I do alright at it, though I'm not averse to doing a little adventuring." The extra money and prestige could help him get the arena abolished as well, but he kept that to himself.

[sansuki]

Kay's already headed out and is sniffing around the streets outside, all but dragging the others with her. "We have enough money to be okay for a while," she says a little dismissively. "Long term plans are not really.... something I wanna bother with right now. I can sing, though, and NOT drive people into a frenzy, if it comes to earning gold the boring way. " The faun flips her hair and snorts. "Personally though, I'd rather just get food, get a bed, get someone to share the bed with, and then find someone willign to pay me to fight or find someone I can fight to get money- those are two distinct things, mind- and not worry about the rest. Who else's in? Wine first. "

[Bright]

Jon counted his money. He had after all picked it up a fair share from the arena.
"Food, wine and a bed sounds like a wonderful plan. Can't remember the last time I didn't sleep on a bed of straw."
He looked around until he saw what appeared to be a place to eat.
"That place. First round of wine is on me." He pointed eagerly in the direction of the smell of booze.

Jons plan for revenge was a long term one. The short term plan involved getting something good to eat.

[Menyra]

Brelia lets the younger guard off with a light kiss on the cheek. "Thank you~" she purrs at him before being dragged off outside of the arena by a local musical faun. She looks around for good-looking inns and taverns, but she mostly stays with the group. The area around the exit ought to be the place they're looking for in terms of dining and sleeping, after all. "Food and a bed sounds nice to me," the feline says, smiling warmly while looking off into the distance. "Though I would like to do some shopping. Get some better gear, and probably a map of the surrounding area."

[Razgriz]

As Brelia escapes to the outside, a lighter series of footfalls follows quickly with a panting. The clinking of armour makes their approach entirely unstealthy before a young lad, not even old enough to be wearing full plate like the rest of the guards slows and waves a parchment. "I.." he panted as he leant forward before sitting back up again. His face red. "Grabbed this from the guards' room.." He offers it to Brelia.



Currently, you're located at the large, central circle - just north of it, infact. The young lad eventually hands it off and skitters off; not giving the party too much time to thank him. The colours seem to correspond somewhat with what they're meant to do or their purpose/importance, but beyond that you're not terribly certain. The southern bridge is also not to scale and should be much wider. This map must be out of date or something. Directly outside the Colleseum, is definately taverns, inns, brothels and so on - more than enough for Kay's liking. The noise of the marketplace echoes nearby, but you can't see it just yet.

Jon meanwhile finds he's gained another 50gp. He must've picked up more than he remembered in the rush he had.

[Netjak]

Though Nilia would likely have been chatting with Irice for a good bit, she would mostly stay aware of what was being said in their gathered group, and slip in close to Brelia again, but wait until the lad had left to chime in with a quick, "I would like to do some shopping too, and preferably before nightfall. Walking around with a full purse after a very public game might attract the wrong crowd, after all. And a greataxe or maul might be a tad bit more difficult to steal than a bag of gold. Want to go together after a bit to eat and drink? I could do the intimidation, and you the sweet talking for the best deals!"