Coming to America and being evil. A modern 3.5 game

[Ninja_Grand]

"Im up for it." He looks at Mira "Can you take my gear? I just need my rifle and ammo."

[Isenvrill]

Niuqu, quite curious, walks up to the man, and says, "Can I join? It doesn't take a gun to be able to shoot, and my shooting isn't exactly poor."

[Ralasha]

Mira takes Alies equipment, and stows it in her pack.

[Ninja_Grand]

(Will edit the sheet to show gear missing at home.)

[Ralasha]

After putting on the belt, Miradal grins madly. "YES! I can carry you ANY distance. How far is far enough?"

[Doomboy911]

"I need to be taken about six blocks to the warehouse district. I have a bit of business, if all goes well I'll need another ride. After dropping me off would you be willing to wait?" he asks.

[Ralasha]

"After dropping you off I will require payment for the travel in one direction. Afterwards I will wait until you return, or two hours pass. Whichever comes first. Is this acceptable?"
She looks him over.
"If however, you feel that you may require additional services I am willing to function as a body guard during the interim."

[Doomboy911]

"Understood I will not require protection. I have sufficient magical prowess which should protect me if things become hairy." He pulls out a small bag from his pocket. Inside is a bit of green powder which he takes a pinch of and throws onto the ground. A puff of smoke appears as it hits the ground. Out of the smoke comes a small imp carrying a large briefcase. "Thank you Malkamard, that will be all" the imp sighs setting down the briefcase than poofs away.

[Ralasha]

Miradal attempts to grab the imp, and rip its head off as soon as it appears.

[Eshkigal]

Arkadi, having been examining the contents of the bag (and holding a rather nice looking halberd out of it), happens to glance up about then.
"Mira! What are you doing?"

[Ralasha]

"I hate demons. I would kill them all given half a chance. They live for chaos, disorder, and anarchy."

[Isenvrill]

Niuqu frowns for a moments, his eyes flickering with a dark energy. He dumps the bag, and begins sorting through the bag, the two piles he sorts into seem to have no rhyme nor reason, but they are not without logic. He then proceeds to sort one pile again, at about a third the speed. After he is complete he stands and points to the piles.

"I have sorted the weapons into magic and non-magical, the two original piles, and then by strength of aura. I am poor at identifying the function of magic items, but I can do this much."

He scoops the non-magical weapons back into the bag, and examines those remaining. He begins the ioun stones flying around his head.

[Doomboy911]

The imp manages to dodge. A lifetime of wandering the planes has taught it to avoid those higher up on the food chain.

[Ralasha]

"Come here tasty mors... I mean I won't hurt you..." Miradal gently gestures for the imp to come closer in what she hopes is a reassuring manner.

[Doomboy911]

"Sorry sugar it's gonna take a lot more than a come here to fool me." he quickly dissipates into smoke and is gone. "If you're done harassing my underlings may we go?

[Ralasha]

"I didn't harass it... I just wanted to kill it and eat it. Yes, we can go now."
Miradal picks up the client Princess style, leaps into the air with a pump of her wings, and once hovering midair, asks which direction.

[Eshkigal]

Arkadi shrugs as the situation resolves itself, and looks over to Niuqu.
"Alie's got plans, Mira's working...what do we do? Figure out items?"
Before Niuqu puts the weapons back, he gives the bag an experimental final shake, checking to see if anything is left. The mentioned picture flutters out, and Arkadi picks it up.
"Wha-hm. Niuqu, want to find out how the Captain knew this guy?'
He shows Niuqu the picture before pocketing it, and helping with the weapon pile. He inquisitively picks up the Berserker's main blade, cautiously-who knows what magic could be on it, after all.

[Doomboy911]

A echo goes through your head."Who are you?"
(Need to know your strength score Arkadi)

[Eshkigal]

(18, before rage and adrenal gland usage.)
Arkadi pauses, and considers the turn of events.
"...Arkadi Fedor, family member of...how you say in English...closest I have is Guardians against those who seek destruction for its own sake, man or beast. And you?"
He looks over to Niuqu, shrugging.

[Doomboy911]

"Tardigrade's blade" it says loudly "Where is Tardigrade?"

[Isenvrill]

Question, does Niuqu hear this as well?

[Eshkigal]

"Erm...Tardigrade fell in agreed upon combat, where the losing side would be returned to the land of the living. He has apparently...not. I don't know how put this...he didn't come back. We know not why, Tardigrade's Blade. Excuse me a minute."
He lets go and looks at Niuqu.
"A sword is asking me questions. Can you hear too?"

[Doomboy911]

Nay it's a telepathy.

[Isenvrill]

"I hear nothing but you speaking to yourself. I am curious though, as to what this sword has to say. Perhaps you can relay its words as it speaks to you."

[Eshkigal]

"It's not asking much, though. So far, it has wanted a name and to know where it's master went. If things get much different than that, I will."
With that, he grabs the sword again.
"I apologize for the delay."

[Doomboy911]

"Don't put me down again.So you say my master is dead?Well time to go find him."The sword jerks in one direction leading out of the stadium.

The man you're holding princess style points you to the water. "That way for a bit than north."

[Eshkigal]

"Whoa, wait!"
Arkadi digs his heels in, trying to slow the sword down.
"Can you track him or something, or are you just going in a random direction? Your previous wielder was your master, right?"
He struggles to lower his arm, even pushing against it with his off hand.
"Also, can we do this in a way that doesn't look as dangerous? Like you telling which way to go, when stopping, and so on?"

[Isenvrill]

"One of a warlocks specialties is items. While I don't have as much focus in this as other warlocks, perhaps I can lend more insight into this item. I should be able to examine it while moving, as long as you don't move any faster than walking speed."

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Niuqu is going to take 20 on determining the school of the swords auras.
He'll be able to keep up with Arkadi at a walking pace, and at that speed, flying, he needs no concentration check to do so. He has detect magic at will in case you were wondering.

[Ralasha]

Miradal flies in that direction at a run, for 30 miles an hour. "Let me know when to head north.
75 feet/round
x0.1
7.5 mph
x4
30 mph
(Yay for not having to deal with traffic jams. I'm faster than an automotive taxi.)

[Ninja_Grand]

(Im still with the gun guy right?)