5.03.2006
Day 4, Afternoon: Vrill's Deal
Okay Dave FoO, good thinking. You cast Dispel Magic, and Vrill's Invisibility drops like a stone. "Goddamnit!" he curses, throwing his hot drink aside.
He turns to run, but hears you out, then turns around and says "Um... okay. Let's talk about this thing, like the civilized humans we are." As you push your way through the stunned, silent crowd (all eyes turned towards you), Vrill sits back down and browses the internet some more, mumbling to himself. Looks like he's getting clued in to the situation.
"Alright then. Let's let bygones be bygones for the time being and all that. Because we're all agreed that one, this place sucks, and two, my daughter is a freak." Vrill holds up first one finger and then another, counting the two things that you do in fact probably agree on. "Oh, three- the Knights of Armek, Grito, it's all a bad situation back, eh... upstairs, shall we say." Third finger up.
As he's talking, a big, well-groomed guy comes and sits down near Vrill. He's clearly a priest. Not a plate mail-wearing, mace-swinging, turning undead kind of priest. He's got a black shirt with a white collar, a crucifix, and a holy bible under his arm. He's eating some fries from Grillerz and looks pretty casual. "How's it going, Greg?" he says. "Friends of yours?"
Vrill kind of frowns and says "Well Ron, let's just say we've known each other for a while now. From back in the real world."
'Ron' smiles and says "Oh, okay. Well nice to meet you guys. I'm Ron, Ron Ball, priest of JESUS." Ron eats a fry, leans back in his chair a little, and doesn't really seem to pay much attention to the conversation.
Vrill clears his throat and continues. "Anyway. So it looks like Abbey wants this book of mine, about resurrection and moving into new bodies and that kind of stuff. Very technical, very dangerous book in the wrong hands, you understand? So I hid it. No, not here in the goddamn AIRPORT, back in the Prime Material Plane. And obviously, I'm not just going to tell you where it is and sit back with another cup of coffee. And it's not like you can kill me, because I'm already fucking DEAD." Ron's eyebrows go up a little with each curse word, and he has sort of a disappointed look on his face momentarily.
"But this Abby-Abbey thing, what have you... she's gone too far. Terminal B, okay, I think I see what's going on here. You killed her, I brought her back, but different, and now she's a very powerful and dangerous magic-user. So here's my deal."
"Terminal B- I've heard rumors about it. It's not a cake walk, okay? It's basically a crazy dungeon. You're adventurers and I'm a powerful wizard." Ron kind of smiles to himself at this, in a hard-to-read kind of way. "You guys get me out of here, I'll take care of Abbey, and I'll bring you back myself in exchange. Then, we'll just... you know, just..." Vrill sighs. "We'll shake hands and go our separate ways. Clearly Apprentice Steve doesn't know what he's doing and will need some expert, experienced help managing the Grito Potion Guild."
Vrill spreads his hands. "I know none of you are, shall we say, INT-primary, but consider your options. Do you really trust my daughter? She knows you killed her. I've... I've made my peace with all that, and she's not my daughter any more. I'm not going to tell you where the goddamn book is. Besides, if you try to fight me here... I mean just look at all these monsters. It's like the Fiend Folio Rejects Club in here. A rot grub? It'll just be horrible, and you'll miss the terminal closing, and we'll all be stuck down here. It'll be like that No Exit play, all of us just trapped together in goddamn Hello Airport. We might not like each other... but maybe we can work together to solve this horrible, awful, situation. Think about it."
Vrill gets up and gets a little cup of water. His 30 min are up, though, so as he heads over to the computer, he's auto-logged off. The gargoyle sits down, logs in, and starts playing Minesweeper. Vrill watches for a second, sighs, and sits back down with you all.
He turns to run, but hears you out, then turns around and says "Um... okay. Let's talk about this thing, like the civilized humans we are." As you push your way through the stunned, silent crowd (all eyes turned towards you), Vrill sits back down and browses the internet some more, mumbling to himself. Looks like he's getting clued in to the situation.
"Alright then. Let's let bygones be bygones for the time being and all that. Because we're all agreed that one, this place sucks, and two, my daughter is a freak." Vrill holds up first one finger and then another, counting the two things that you do in fact probably agree on. "Oh, three- the Knights of Armek, Grito, it's all a bad situation back, eh... upstairs, shall we say." Third finger up.
As he's talking, a big, well-groomed guy comes and sits down near Vrill. He's clearly a priest. Not a plate mail-wearing, mace-swinging, turning undead kind of priest. He's got a black shirt with a white collar, a crucifix, and a holy bible under his arm. He's eating some fries from Grillerz and looks pretty casual. "How's it going, Greg?" he says. "Friends of yours?"
Vrill kind of frowns and says "Well Ron, let's just say we've known each other for a while now. From back in the real world."
'Ron' smiles and says "Oh, okay. Well nice to meet you guys. I'm Ron, Ron Ball, priest of JESUS." Ron eats a fry, leans back in his chair a little, and doesn't really seem to pay much attention to the conversation.
Vrill clears his throat and continues. "Anyway. So it looks like Abbey wants this book of mine, about resurrection and moving into new bodies and that kind of stuff. Very technical, very dangerous book in the wrong hands, you understand? So I hid it. No, not here in the goddamn AIRPORT, back in the Prime Material Plane. And obviously, I'm not just going to tell you where it is and sit back with another cup of coffee. And it's not like you can kill me, because I'm already fucking DEAD." Ron's eyebrows go up a little with each curse word, and he has sort of a disappointed look on his face momentarily.
"But this Abby-Abbey thing, what have you... she's gone too far. Terminal B, okay, I think I see what's going on here. You killed her, I brought her back, but different, and now she's a very powerful and dangerous magic-user. So here's my deal."
"Terminal B- I've heard rumors about it. It's not a cake walk, okay? It's basically a crazy dungeon. You're adventurers and I'm a powerful wizard." Ron kind of smiles to himself at this, in a hard-to-read kind of way. "You guys get me out of here, I'll take care of Abbey, and I'll bring you back myself in exchange. Then, we'll just... you know, just..." Vrill sighs. "We'll shake hands and go our separate ways. Clearly Apprentice Steve doesn't know what he's doing and will need some expert, experienced help managing the Grito Potion Guild."
Vrill spreads his hands. "I know none of you are, shall we say, INT-primary, but consider your options. Do you really trust my daughter? She knows you killed her. I've... I've made my peace with all that, and she's not my daughter any more. I'm not going to tell you where the goddamn book is. Besides, if you try to fight me here... I mean just look at all these monsters. It's like the Fiend Folio Rejects Club in here. A rot grub? It'll just be horrible, and you'll miss the terminal closing, and we'll all be stuck down here. It'll be like that No Exit play, all of us just trapped together in goddamn Hello Airport. We might not like each other... but maybe we can work together to solve this horrible, awful, situation. Think about it."
Vrill gets up and gets a little cup of water. His 30 min are up, though, so as he heads over to the computer, he's auto-logged off. The gargoyle sits down, logs in, and starts playing Minesweeper. Vrill watches for a second, sighs, and sits back down with you all.
