It was normal volume so he could have possibly heard it but it was directed at his friends.

(I'm going with hearing it.)

"Good, good. It is good to be good. But do you, ah, speak for your companions?"

He looks to them for nods or any indication.

Myra nods, both to Evan and the boar man, as she pulls up her knowledge of stories and tales to formulate her answer.

"We greet thee, sir, and our souls are good. How fare thee?"

"My soul struggles against the darkness, but it takes joy in doing so. I am content. These are strange times, when the powers of darkness and evil rise, and my heart sings to smite them. I am Estrop, a warrior dedicated to both Noric, Lord of Freedom, and Sirtnu, the glorious. I ask that you folk grace me with knowledge of yourselves."

"Myra, you seem to know the proper etiquette, perhaps you should go first and we will follow."

"Errr...." Myra looks at Harran for assistance. "We are travelers and seekers, dedicated to providing assistance to those less fortunate than us. Currently, we are trying to find..." She looks at Harran again.

I remember that the city was brought forward in time from the past (and has been threatening the surrounding tribes, who were quite nice), but I don't remember what we figured out in terms of undoing the effect.

"We wonder if there might not be a magical object here in the city that is causing problems with time, causing different eras to appear at the same time. Something that needs the light or heat of the sun, or both? And so... something visible to the sky? Perhaps on a rooftop? Or perhaps the ground, but... this is something that we-- well, that I personally think-- might have been covered up by sand, but recently uncovered by a sandstorm..."

Estrop listens with interest. "In this city, the god of the sun was Laresh, the shining. Amoth, the Far-Walker, is-- or was-- the god of time, and magic. Neither is evil. But the gods war with one another, and Amoth has fallen-- I fear that the same fate may have befallen Laresh. But the high priestess of Amoth is a woman named Belit, and I think that the fall of Amoth may have driven her mad." Estrop closes his eyes again briefly, presses his hands together in supplication, then stands up. He's big. "I lost track of her two days ago and felt that perhaps it was for the best, but now... I wonder if she might be at the temple of Laresh, to steal more power? For with Laresh fallen, there is more to steal... His temple is..." Estrop picks up his axe, and points behind him and to his right-- "that way."

"We can go with you, Estrop if you wish."

"Thank you for the offer, but where I go, I must go alone-- for the moment. It is something only I might be able to do. Besides, the veneration for Noric is incense, which I have done today-- but the veneration preferred by Sirtnu... is theft. If I am successful, I may be able to bring something that might help against Belit. If so, I will meet you at the temple with it..."

"Thank you Estrop, for your help. Best of luck to you."

To the others, "Shall we continue on to the temple ?"

(Roll to move forward when you're ready! You get a bonus die for it! (You know where you're headed now!)

Also: someone remind me: how many minibosses have we done for this city so far? Two? Three?? One?? Zero??)
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Myra nods, and gives a little bow to Estrop before he leaves.

"We thank you for your assistance -- we hope to meet you again in good stead."

To Evan, she nods, and leads the way in the direction that Estrop indicated.

OOC: Move Forward: 3 (oof)
22:36, Today: Myra rolled 6 using 3d4 ((2,1,3)).

Um... at least one, but I'm guessing we'll be seeing another one quite soon... *gulp*

"--Hey!" This from a dwarf at the next intersection. He is alone there. It looks like there's been a riot. Maybe the mushroom-men fight started here and moved southward?

The dwarf appears to be slowly eating coal from an overturned cart. His clothes, once silver-gray, are now so dirty as to be almost a faded sort of black. He wears a matching conical hat on his head. "...Where do you think you're going...?" he asks suspiciously...

"Why are you eating coal !?!?"

"'Why are you eating coal!?!?'" he mocks in a high-pitched voice. "Why would the Dwarf of Endak be eating coal?! Why would the Dwarf of Endak be eating anything? Caom isn't just the Devoted Queen of the Underworld, you know! Well, I mean she is, but that doesn't just mean dead people! She's in charge of the wealth of the underworld, too! Crystals! Gems! Jewels! Precious metals! Who's gonna report where the good stuff is without a taste-tester, eh? I think you folk don't have the proper respect for my title and position!" He gets up and starts making threatening sorcerous gestures at you!

"He means business! He's attacking!" Harran warns...

(Time to Get Violent!)

OOC: Ok, now I'm starting to get this system confused with the other one! I've gotta admit, I like that FLAME system better than the one we're using here.

I can even see how Magical Loot could basically be treated kind of like a Heritage...

Myra draws her rapier as the dwarf begins casting -- even before Harran gave his warning.

"Nevermore!" she says, and jumps into the fray... unfortunately, even with her speed and agility, she doesn't manage to interrupt the spell he's casting!

OOC: Get Violent: 3
18:27, Today: Myra rolled 5 using 3d4 ((1,3,1)).

(--On a roll of 3, you defeat them, but you take Harm or Trauma or lose an item, too (the GM decides which).)

Myra jumps at the Dwarf of Endak-- but is caught by his spell.

Invisible hands grab and hold Myra in midair-- turn her upside down, and shake her.

Most of her loot falls out of her pack.

"Ooh, silver!" says the Dwarf of Endak, and he scurries forward and starts eating the solid silver candlestick... just as Myra falls to the ground.

Myra jumps back up and attacks the Dwarf of Endak... "Ummmph!!" he mumbles around his candlestick, and he makes a mystical gesture and--

--POP! He's gone. Magically sent himself somewhere else. For good, one hopes.

Myra starts picking up the rest of her dropped loot from the street...

"That was one of the most chaotic things I have ever seen!"

Evan will of course help Myra up.

"You ok ?"

Myra grumbles as she picks stuff up, sneaking evil glances toward where the dwarf vanished.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she says. "Just a bit shaken, but thankfully not stirred."

17:57, Today: Evan rolled 4 using 2d4 with rolls of 3,1.  Searching the area for things the dwarve might have missed. –

Evan searches around the area.

(--On a roll of 3, you find a little loot, or maybe just one Minor Item.)

In a sack, in a doorway, you find a little box with three small glass corked bottles of powdered stuff. Harran takes a look... uncorks a bottle... sniffs carefully... And, surprisingly, hands the bottle and box to Utuzi. "Is this what I think it is?"

Utuzi holds the uncorked bottle up to his face... and does a happy little stamp of his leg. "Yes. Spices. For cooking meat. Among my people, quite valuable."

"Not bad to sell to humans, either-- in the ancient past, or what I call the present, either way."

(Added Yummy Scorpion-Folk Spices to Loot list-- 1 Loot)
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The party sets forth again...

At the next intersection, a winged brass lion swoops down from the sky. "Who approacheth the temple of the sun?! You are not amongst the elected! Begone, or face my wrath!"

(He does look like he's already a bit damaged, though-- a piece of brass armor is missing from his left side, and from the right side of his head/mane, and from his right rear leg. You can see gears and cogs and things turning furiously inside...)

"What?" Myra says crossly, crossing her arms as she stared down the lion. "Are you so damaged that you cannot see for yourself that we are supposed to be here? Why do you think we have this stupid disguises on?! Belit has come through already, hasn't she?" As she tugs as the robes to draw attention to them, they pull out of arrangement, looking very odd.

"Oh great!" she says, further irritated. "Now look what you've made me do! It'll be on your head if this all goes wrong!"

She looks at the lion as if she expects him to immediately get out of the group's way so that they could get on with their very important business... then after a moment or two, she huffs out a sigh of exasperation. "Harran, explain the situation -- in small words that he can understand."

OOC: Assuming that Harran backs her up with something that sounds plausible... Rolling Fellowship, Bardic Knowledge (to put on airs of authority properly, based on what she's observed so far), Insightful, Lucky, and Disguise: ewww! Ok, stressing her disguise (and ruining it?) as well as Fellowship (she really did kind of put Harran on the spot....) for 2 hits.
15:46, Today: Myra rolled 15 using 5d6 ((3,1,3,4,4)).

(Since you're stressing an asset, it's a success.

And yes it's perfectly fine to tag Harran for a non-combat, not-exactly-physical-type roll.)

"We are part of a mission to take out two of your enemies at once, by setting them against each other. It is very important that you let us pass, so that we can finish tricking your enemies into destroying each other," Harran tells the brass lion.

The brass lion opens its mouth and steam escapes... not as an attack... it's just thinking hard. "...All right. But I better see lots of dead enemies of Laresh by dusk." More steam (well, a little more). "...I need more water." The lion flaps away.

"Whew! Turns out he's still loyal to Laresh, the sun god, after all. Probably hoping we'll help destroy Belit. Well, this is sort of our plan..." says Harran...

(Pausing for possible reaction posts...)