The Irregulars

[Perducci]

So, you've all answered the Mayor's summons. It's 9 o'clock in the morning at the Mayor's office. He's a short man who wears red suits with tall hats. His glasses keep falling off his nose as he addressed you. He lets out a sigh before he begins.

" It appears that the fine folks of Singerville have a problem this morning. Belchak the Legendary Baker is having a bit of a trouble this morning at his bakery. For some reason, he hasn't been able to make anything today and asked for my help. A lot of folks, including myself, are quite upset about not getting one of his biscuits for breakfast. Anyway, I'm commissioning you as my task force to solve this issue. You weren't my first pick. Not even my second or third. I'm begging you not to mess this up."

He tilts his head toward the heavens and frowns. " Now please get out of here before anyone sees me with you...."

[Falconknight06]

Do not *hic* worry sir, we will find out why the baker has James takes a drink mid-way through his speech been unable to make his biscuits. Now comrades, to adventure James says, holding his wineskin up, as most would a sword.

[Niezck]

Cheer up mayor! We can do it, can't we guys? Looking round for the approval of the others, Shao begins shouting to a vaguely discernable tune. Help, help, help the baker! Help the baker today! Cheer him up and make him smile, then we can roll in the hay!

[Jayngfet]

"Well I'm not much at baking, and I don't have much experience at task forces. But then again I'm not much for messing up. Count on me Sir!" Tim says, nodding enthusiastically.

[ZaneLaCoix]

Bastet

This cat would do great things! It would go down in history as the killer of humanity! This cat would! With its awakened intelligence, and innocent appearance of a plain, black cat, it would be possible. But first, as always, this motley little cat would have to work its way up the ranks, and find itself within this world.

Best not to let on that he could communicate quite yet, thus a simple, gratifying "Meow," flowed through the little lips of the feline. He would follow, it had nothing better to do any ways.

[Psionic Dog]

"Of course Sir!" Rae'Gnol, the aging half elf linguist, replies with what he thought was a salute. "You can count on me. I'm an experienced adventure with all the elvish strength of youth plus the wisdom of time. I'll keep them in line. See, I'm even already packed." he says hefting a modest backpack with a slight stagger and grunt before dropping his simple load with a thud.

[Falconknight06]

So wait *hic* James says, trying to stay standing, who let the cat in?

[Niezck]

Same person that let the dogs out ... Shao pauses for effect before chucking while talking. Get it? Anybody? Oh you guys suck!

[Perducci]

Outside on the street a group of high level adventurers notices you all and laughs. "NEWBS!". The continue through the town, probably looking for some awesome magic equipment. You know, the kind types like you are barely able to look at without someone yelling.

You see a sign pointing to your right exclaiming, "Belchak's Bakery 1 mile."

Under it a smaller sign reads. "Go there, make small talk along the way and get to know one another." Odd. You've never seen that before. It almost feels like it's been tailored for just you guys.

[Falconknight06]

So, wait, does anyone else see the James takes a break in the middle of his question to drink from his wineskin anyone else see the *hic* Cat?

[Psionic Dog]

¡Ereh tnemmoc Edur tresni! Rae'Gnol mutters in Giant in the dirrection of the supper star adventures as he pauses at the sign before turnning to hurry off after the group.

Hey, slow down! he shouts from the back drowning out James' slurred question as he totters under his load after the group hustling to catch up again.

That sure was a convenient sign. He adds blissfully stating the obvious as he rejoins the group. Must be some aggressive advertising.

[Jayngfet]

Cat?Tim says, his eyes focused on the road ahead, ignoring the adventurers, using his scythe as a walking stick.

[Falconknight06]

Yah, there are like five cats following us James says before taking another drink

[Jayngfet]

"Five of them?" Tim says, taking his own skin, full of water, and taking a small sip."I have fish in my pocket or something?"

[Falconknight06]

Yah, look, one, two, five James says pointing at the single cat following them

[Jayngfet]

"Nice kitty"Tim says, rooting in his pocket and removing a small sardine. "So I DID have fish in my pocket"

Tim tosses the small fish towards the cat

"So, what do we know about this baker?" Sorcerer of some sort, fireballing the dough in the oven maybe? Dragon man baking with the power of his own innards?

[ZaneLaCoix]

Bastet

That little black cat released a little happy mew, taking the treat within his mouth. As they walked, piece by piece the fish would disappear within the expanse of the cat's stomach until finally naught but the bones, and head remained. "Thank you." Happily noted, and tiny, but recognizable should anyone have heard it before. It was like that little voice in the back of your head, only this one had a body, and a source.

Anything more, he thought it to be a danger.

[Falconknight06]

Wait James says to the party, one of the cats just talked

[Jayngfet]

"Which one?'Says Tim, still unsure of what is going on.

[Falconknight06]

That one James says, his finger moving sporadically, sort of pointing at the one cat following you. James then takes a drink out of his wineskin.

[Niezck]

A talking cat? I think somebody's been on the ale too much ...

[Falconknight06]

It's not Ale you twit. *hic* It is wine I think James says, taking another drink, Yep, definitely wine

[Niezck]

Drink, drink, drink the wine, drink it all down! Kill the liver and slowly die, that's the way it's done! After brutally cudgeling the words into a hap-hazard tune, Shao looks down to the cat. Why do we have a cat with us anyway?

[Jayngfet]

"Why not"Tim says, taking a leap with all his strength down the path, ahead of the group and says "Alright, we have some time to kill and a sign to obey, what's you're story?

[Perducci]

You are interrupted by a long laugh from above and a very quick rain of griffon droppings. Everyone except Shao and Rae gets hit with some of it. Very gross. Passerbys on the street go to great lengths to avoid you.

[Niezck]

HEY! STOP THAT! Shao, using his magnificent voice, shouts up at the rooftops before looking down at the group and giggling slightly. Oh ... I wasnt hit by any, fancy that?

[Falconknight06]

I can fix that you noisy bastard James says, grapping some of the droppings and throwing them at the Kobold

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[Psionic Dog]

For a few ticklish minutes Rae dance the Dung El-Avoid'all, an exertion that leaves him standing a few feet further upwind from his companions.

Those he says pointing at the white droppings Are not cats. Not in any language I know. Where did you say you were from again?

[Jayngfet]

"Gee, what're the odds"Tim says, nonplussed.

[Perducci]

The flung poo goes wildly off course and smacks into a nearby house. Right through an open window. A screaming woman runs outside pointing at all of you. "GUARDS! GUARDS!"