Moving spheres

[Ebiris]

Any evil or other spells on the two individuals?

She'll follow them around for a bit regardless. Seems like a lot's happening around here!

[Anastasia]

The minotaur radiates moderate evil.

As you begin to follow them, "Ah, shut up," The minotaur scowls, "Fuck you. You want better gear, go fucking buy or win it. This is good enough for our problems."

The bald man grunts again, "Go suck on Auril's icy teats," he retorts, "We're doing this half assed and it's yours and Sanoj's fault. Not mine. You should be picking it up."

[Ebiris]

They sound fairly casual for Sharrans. Marie wonders if they might be adventurers or mercenaries. Like with the man from before she doesn't tip her hand with any active magic like detect thoughts, limiting herself to passive observation. They don't know she's here and there's no rush after all.

[Anastasia]

"How was I supposed to know that damn thing was made out of unreinforced glass?" The minotaur growls, "Anyone could've broken it."

As the minotaur glares at the bald man, he returns that look with cool composure. "Yeah, and you're still the fuck up who broke it because you and Sanoj were playing grab-ass instead of working."

With a decidedly bovine snort, the minotaur marches forward, "Keep him out of it. It's my fault," he says, voice calmer now.

"Finally," The bald man exhales as if relieved, "Boss'll be taking it out of all of pay for this mess, better hope Sandos or those fucking robed freaks have good booty. Good enough for you to grab instead of Sanoj's."

"Asshole," The minotaur grunts, picking up his pace. "This job would be ten times better if you'd fallen into that volcano last time."

"That's why I can fucking fly, so I can stick around and keep you in line," The bald man's smirking now, "Best technique I've ever learned."

[Ebiris]

Adventurers is sounding more and more likely. Maybe they're even here to take on the Sharrans? Marie will be happy to watch them triumph if that's the case!

[Anastasia]

The reply the bald man gets is utterly profane and unpleasant, getting laughter from him.

The path is also heading along, a path to the north hooking into this one. Glancing down it, you can see pitch darkness in the distance, just like before.

[Ebiris]

Is it the same darkskull effect? Either way she'll watch how they deal with it, but she's not going into unhallowed territory since that'd immediately ping her on Shar's attention.

[Anastasia]

Looks like it to Marie.

The path slopes downwards, and as they go they start to talk again. "How good di they get Sandos, anyway?" The minotaur asks.

"Kuj's knives," is all the bald man says, "Don't know what blend he was using, but good odds we don't see Sandos again."

"Fucking freak is what he is," The minotaur lowers his voice, "You can't trust anything with a poisoner around, goes double for that 'loth shit he deals with. Tempus is the way, not that...disease filth."

"Yeah?" The bald man says, "Long as it isn't the moon bitch."

"Selune?" The minotaur's reply is a rumble, "Got something against her?"

"Yeah, my mother served her. Biggest cunt I've ever met, my mother." The bald man shakes his head, "Entire faith is full of bitches who think pretty looks and garbled prophecy means something. You want someone worth serving? Yeah, Tempus is solid but you know who is better? Waukeen. She gets money. Sure, her clergy's a bunch of greedy bastards, but they're reliable about being greedy bastards. Need something done? Coin gets it, no questions asked."

[Ebiris]

Fascinating religious perspectives isn't why she came here but she's happy to listen nonetheless!

[Anastasia]

"Yeah, but you know what? Coin only goes so far," The minotaur says, "Just an excuse to wage war. War's what makes us alive. It makes us men, rather than mates in the den."

The bald man pauses to pull out a flask and drink from it, offering it to the minotaur, who drinks up. "Yeah, but coin lets you enjoy things after the battle and in between them. A poor sword's a fucking miserable sword. Shit, Tempus needs to give it to Waukeen, the kid from it would be perfect. War and gold, what's better?"

Finishing his drink, the minotaur grins back, "Women. Now I go in for Tempus, but I managed to get into Rapture once. Never saw a woman that wasn't a knock out there...though the angel that banished me out was pretty bitchy-ugly when she was being a judgmental whore."

"Speaking of women and Waukeen," The bald man puts the flask away, pausing at a corner, kneeling and tapping the ground thrice before going on. "This is the world those new ones came from, ain't it?"

"Think it is," The minotaur says, "Kuj has been keeping a lower profile here. Says the white's strong here, stronger than normal realms. Need an excuse to get him found by them. Fuck, back me up on this. They take care of him and we don't have to worry about our food being poisoned again."

The bald one grunts, "....yeah, maybe. Tinnal hate him, too. He ever told you?"

A headshake from the minotaur, "Never."

[Ebiris]

Them not being locals makes sense, Marie doesn't recall ever seeing any minotaurs in her whole time as Alicia's familiar in Balmuria. Though she remembers Alicia mentioned fighting one in Ysgard during her training with Strength of Light.

Still nothing that connects to Shar. Even the unhallowed area might be for some other evil deity.

[Anastasia]

"Yeah, want to smite him for the Elf Dad or whatever that shit is. Elves are dumb, but Tinnal's right here," The bald one goes on, gesturing a bit, waving as the cave passage widens a bit, the dots of green light more common, brighter. "Shit, killing in the band's always fucked. But no way boss gives up Kuj otherwise."

"Yeah. Look. We kill him, beat him to do death and say Sandos did it, took each other out." The minotaur grunts, "We burn his tent and supplies and forget about him."

The bald man stops walking, looking down a moment, "We do this right - smooth as silk. We fuck this up, and we're lucky if we're blacklisted. Unlucky and we end up dead or mind dead fucks in the Blood War."

This gets the minotaur to stop as well, fur of his head bristling, "The fuck? The boss isn't into that Blood War trade!" He grabs a hold of the bald man by the shoulder, "You're lying."

Here the bald man shakes his head, "He'll do it if he's upset. Dargel was before your time. Got caught selling secrets to the Hardens. Boss threw him into the Styx, fished him out and sold him to a bearded devil not 10 minutes later."

WHAM! The punch sends the bald man reeling, the minotaur breathing heavy abruptly. "Fuck that and fuck you."

"Wasn't my fault!" The bald man spits out blood, "I was junior at the time, couldn't do anything and the boss wouldn't listen to me when he's that mad. Shit, you know what? I prayed for his fucking soul after that, gave money to a temple of Ilmater in his name and asked them to pray for him. That shit was wrong."

[Ebiris]

So many names to keep track of! She wishes she had something to write on...

Any knowledge for what the Hardens are?

[Anastasia]

K:P, unless you have a way to mimic K:L ranks that I'm pretty sure you don't have.

[Ebiris]

[21:08] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+49 planes
[21:08] <Penuche> Ebiris invokes Penuche's magic: < 63 > [d20=14]