The figure who approached you strokes his mustache, adjusts his floppy hat, and tightens his scarf. “Volothamp Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, at your service. I trust you’ve noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven’t seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur’s Gate! But now I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence."
“My friend’s name is Floon Blagmaar. He’s got more beauty than brains, and I worry he took a bad way home a couple nights ago and was kidnapped — or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons apiece now, and I can give you each ten times that when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need?”
The normally quiet Naumick moves to the front of the group, looking down at the floppy hatted, tight-scarfed figure. "Coin, you say," he says a bit too quickly and loudly. "Now we're talking me language. Consider your floozy Floon found." The dwarf spits in his hand and extends it to Volo, glaring a bit if the offer is ignored.
Sylivar wipes his brow, pushing down on his quarterstaff planted behind him to kick up into a standing position. "Durnan! Durnan, was it? No need for any thanks, it's what I would do for anyone - but a drink would be much appreciated, as always," Syl calls with a wink. He glances down at his wrappings. Already covered in troll gunk. Did nobody appreciate how expensive they were? At least they looked cool. He swerves in the direction of the man, looking at his curious dress with interest. People didn't come to the Yawning Portal while in their best dress. And if it is the best the man can provide, well...it certainly said much about his character. Syl's simultaneously shit-eating and witty grin resumes as he nimbly slides into a seat near a nearby table. He places both palms on his staff, leaning forward. He was always on the lookout for a job. It brought the money, and money brought the booze.
Syl's ever-active hands drum the staff as he thinks. One hundred dragons? That was quite the sum. He shrugs his shoulders, offering a still-bloodied, troll gunk-covered hand in the meticulously dressed 'Volo'. He was no fool - missing people in this time usually meant something involving the Zhents or Xans, as he'd heard people colloquially refer to the two guilds as, but one hundred dragons was one hundred dragons. With his lifestyle, he was guaranteed to run into one guild or another. "Sylivar Brackesh. Town drunk, ****up, and general fool at your service," he offers, leaning backwards to reach the waiting mug nearby. "I mean all of this in jest, of course. What happened to your friend? Where was he seen last? Any enemies you're aware of?" he asks.
He then casts a look around the other five invited to the party. The friendly bard and artificers, the strange dwarf with a similar mindset to him - that was a shady one, Kasha, and the 'Giant'. Sylivar chuckles to himself - perhaps some good-natured heckling was in order. Wood Elves were faster than little gnome legs. "Well, what do you say? Up for a bit of fun adventure while you're out of the woods, Kasha? I can't imagine I'll end up too far from here on this post-bar excursion. Not like that one time in Neverwinter. I remember watching the city grow smaller in the distance from the crow's nest of a pirate ship." Ah, the memories. He hadn't been able to look at Durgar's Demise without feeling nauseated ever since.
"Durnan! Durnan, was it? No need for any thanks, it's what I would do for anyone - but a drink would be much appreciated, as always," Syl calls with a wink.
"That's fair. On the house. Nicely done. Also, stop whacking your friend."he jokes, remembering your nat1.
"Sylivar Brackesh. Town drunk, ****up, and general ******* at your service."
"It's true, he's a total *******. Khkhk!"Kasha whispers to Volo, adding a goofy laugh at the end.
"I mean all of this in jest, of course. What happened to your friend? Where was he seen last? Any enemies you're aware of?" he asks.
"Floon is a handsome human male in his early thirties with wavy red-blond hair. He was dressed in princely garb when last I saw him. Two nights ago, before Floon disappeared, he and I were drinking and merrymaking at the Skewered Dragon - a dark, bawdy tavern in the Dock Ward. I recommend that you all start your search there. The tavern is between Net Street and Fillet Lane in the Dock Ward. That's all I know."
After being hugged from behind by his friend, Avys jumps alarmed by the contact and awkwardly pats her hands as they wrap around him. "Oh my... yes, yes I'm alright. You look like you're doing fine yourself... lively as ever of course" He'll allow a moment or two of contact before wriggling free and patting her on the shoulder, readjusting his clothes and composing himself as he blushes slightly, though his facial expression does not change too much.
He turns to Volothamp, "Did you report his disappearance to any figures of authority? I'm assuming he has some wealth and importance based on your description then yes? Yes that must be it... surely we can at least make the attempt at helping and the money would help fund more of my work." He'll turn to Feliara and nod, crossing his arms as he becomes lost in thought, ingesting the information that was presented so far.
"Interesting, is there any information that we should know before we accept? I'm personally not privy to suicide missions." He pauses looking at the others to get a sense of their dependability beyond that of a fight. He thinks to himself for a moment, waiting for a response.
Naumick nods, stroking his beard absent-mindedly. He pockets his 10 dragons and looks to the rest. "No better time than the present," he announces, before grabbing his pack, crossbow and someone's discard drink -- which he downs -- and heads toward the door. "Time's a'wasting!"
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Sylivar snatches up his share of coin, flinging one in the direction of the poor barkeeper who has to put up with his antics. Rather than sitting up, he plants both palms on the table, lifting out of his seat with a backflip and landing, elbow on his quarterstaff. “It seems we have a deal, Volo. We’ll find your Floon yet. Word of advice? Knock the dress. You’re a walking target for pickpockets and muggers out there.” Sylivar swerves towards the door, raising an eyebrow at the members still remaining near their hirer. More gold for him? Ah, well, couldn’t let the dwarf steal Kasha’s share when she wasn’t looking. He heads out the door!
Bruvir pondered on the man's offer for a moments before responding. Though 20 dragons wasn't much, any gold helped his cause at this point. Wincing in pain as he slung his warhammer onto his shoulder, he looked up towards the oddly dressed man and said, "I shall do this for you. On my honor as a child of the All-Father, I shall do all I can to find your friend." Grabbing the 10 gold from the top of the table, he went back to the bar to grab his second hammer and sack before heading towards the door; "accidently" bumping into the table of patrons who had snickered at him earlier as he passed, causing it rock and spill the group's drinks all over themselves and the floor. Satisfied with his retribution for the time being, he headed out the door to catch up with the others
Volo last saw Floon outside the Skewered Dragon, a dubious and Zhentarim-owned tavern between Net Street and Fillet Lane in the Dock Ward. As you all traveled through the Dock Ward heading towards the Skewered Dragon, you find yourselves on a street that has been cordoned off by the City Watch. Lying on the cobblestones are a half-dozen corpses, seemingly the victims of some terrible skirmish. Watch officers have disarmed and arrested three blood-drenched humans and are in the midst of questioning witnesses. One of the officers sees you. “Get on,” she says. “Nothing to see here.”
It looks like a dozen guardsof the City Watch have arrested three banditsand are questioning witnesses while waiting for wagons to take away the criminals and the corpses. The survivors of the skirmish have been stripped of their weapons and forced to kneel with their hands on their heads.
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Naumick avoids the eye of the City Watch, but tries to nonchalantly get a good look at the bandits, trying to determine if they have any markings that would identify them. As he walks, to the others, he mutters, "Don't draw attention to ourselves. Last thing we need is the watch messing with us."
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Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd) Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist) Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Yup. Those three dudes? Zhentarim. You can tell by the clothing. As you walk by, they give us dirty looks. How rude. Kasha's face scrunches up and she sticks her tongue out at one of them.
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The figure who approached you strokes his mustache, adjusts his floppy hat, and tightens his scarf. “Volothamp Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, at your service. I trust you’ve noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven’t seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur’s Gate! But now I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence."
“My friend’s name is Floon Blagmaar. He’s got more beauty than brains, and I worry he took a bad way home a couple nights ago and was kidnapped — or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons apiece now, and I can give you each ten times that when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need?”
The normally quiet Naumick moves to the front of the group, looking down at the floppy hatted, tight-scarfed figure. "Coin, you say," he says a bit too quickly and loudly. "Now we're talking me language. Consider your floozy Floon found." The dwarf spits in his hand and extends it to Volo, glaring a bit if the offer is ignored.
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
"Oh hells yes, are we going on a mission!?" Kasha gasped, looking towards the others expectantly.
Sylivar wipes his brow, pushing down on his quarterstaff planted behind him to kick up into a standing position. "Durnan! Durnan, was it? No need for any thanks, it's what I would do for anyone - but a drink would be much appreciated, as always," Syl calls with a wink. He glances down at his wrappings. Already covered in troll gunk. Did nobody appreciate how expensive they were? At least they looked cool. He swerves in the direction of the man, looking at his curious dress with interest. People didn't come to the Yawning Portal while in their best dress. And if it is the best the man can provide, well...it certainly said much about his character. Syl's simultaneously shit-eating and witty grin resumes as he nimbly slides into a seat near a nearby table. He places both palms on his staff, leaning forward. He was always on the lookout for a job. It brought the money, and money brought the booze.
Syl's ever-active hands drum the staff as he thinks. One hundred dragons? That was quite the sum. He shrugs his shoulders, offering a still-bloodied, troll gunk-covered hand in the meticulously dressed 'Volo'. He was no fool - missing people in this time usually meant something involving the Zhents or Xans, as he'd heard people colloquially refer to the two guilds as, but one hundred dragons was one hundred dragons. With his lifestyle, he was guaranteed to run into one guild or another. "Sylivar Brackesh. Town drunk, ****up, and general fool at your service," he offers, leaning backwards to reach the waiting mug nearby. "I mean all of this in jest, of course. What happened to your friend? Where was he seen last? Any enemies you're aware of?" he asks.
He then casts a look around the other five invited to the party. The friendly bard and artificers, the strange dwarf with a similar mindset to him - that was a shady one, Kasha, and the 'Giant'. Sylivar chuckles to himself - perhaps some good-natured heckling was in order. Wood Elves were faster than little gnome legs. "Well, what do you say? Up for a bit of fun adventure while you're out of the woods, Kasha? I can't imagine I'll end up too far from here on this post-bar excursion. Not like that one time in Neverwinter. I remember watching the city grow smaller in the distance from the crow's nest of a pirate ship." Ah, the memories. He hadn't been able to look at Durgar's Demise without feeling nauseated ever since.
"Durnan! Durnan, was it? No need for any thanks, it's what I would do for anyone - but a drink would be much appreciated, as always," Syl calls with a wink.
"That's fair. On the house. Nicely done. Also, stop whacking your friend." he jokes, remembering your nat1.
"Sylivar Brackesh. Town drunk, ****up, and general ******* at your service."
"It's true, he's a total *******. Khkhk!" Kasha whispers to Volo, adding a goofy laugh at the end.
"I mean all of this in jest, of course. What happened to your friend? Where was he seen last? Any enemies you're aware of?" he asks.
"Floon is a handsome human male in his early thirties with wavy red-blond hair. He was dressed in princely garb when last I saw him. Two nights ago, before Floon disappeared, he and I were drinking and merrymaking at the Skewered Dragon - a dark, bawdy tavern in the Dock Ward. I recommend that you all start your search there. The tavern is between Net Street and Fillet Lane in the Dock Ward. That's all I know."
If you accept, he hands each of you 10 gp, or "Dragons".
After being hugged from behind by his friend, Avys jumps alarmed by the contact and awkwardly pats her hands as they wrap around him. "Oh my... yes, yes I'm alright. You look like you're doing fine yourself... lively as ever of course" He'll allow a moment or two of contact before wriggling free and patting her on the shoulder, readjusting his clothes and composing himself as he blushes slightly, though his facial expression does not change too much.
He turns to Volothamp, "Did you report his disappearance to any figures of authority? I'm assuming he has some wealth and importance based on your description then yes? Yes that must be it... surely we can at least make the attempt at helping and the money would help fund more of my work." He'll turn to Feliara and nod, crossing his arms as he becomes lost in thought, ingesting the information that was presented so far.
"I did not." Volo admits. "I was hoping to handle this...discretely, first."
"Interesting, is there any information that we should know before we accept? I'm personally not privy to suicide missions." He pauses looking at the others to get a sense of their dependability beyond that of a fight. He thinks to himself for a moment, waiting for a response.
"Nor am I, hence why I asked you all." Volo admits. "The bar we frequented is, indeed, Zhentarim owned. Be careful."
Naumick nods, stroking his beard absent-mindedly. He pockets his 10 dragons and looks to the rest. "No better time than the present," he announces, before grabbing his pack, crossbow and someone's discard drink -- which he downs -- and heads toward the door. "Time's a'wasting!"
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Kasha stands up triumphantly, her finger pointing to the air as if she was mightily declaring something.
"Time to take ass and kick names!" She cries loudly.
Sylivar snatches up his share of coin, flinging one in the direction of the poor barkeeper who has to put up with his antics. Rather than sitting up, he plants both palms on the table, lifting out of his seat with a backflip and landing, elbow on his quarterstaff. “It seems we have a deal, Volo. We’ll find your Floon yet. Word of advice? Knock the dress. You’re a walking target for pickpockets and muggers out there.” Sylivar swerves towards the door, raising an eyebrow at the members still remaining near their hirer. More gold for him? Ah, well, couldn’t let the dwarf steal Kasha’s share when she wasn’t looking. He heads out the door!
"Whoop!" Kasha barks happily. "We're leaving! Bye!" she waves to everyone.
She heads outside with Sylivar.
Bruvir pondered on the man's offer for a moments before responding. Though 20 dragons wasn't much, any gold helped his cause at this point. Wincing in pain as he slung his warhammer onto his shoulder, he looked up towards the oddly dressed man and said, "I shall do this for you. On my honor as a child of the All-Father, I shall do all I can to find your friend." Grabbing the 10 gold from the top of the table, he went back to the bar to grab his second hammer and sack before heading towards the door; "accidently" bumping into the table of patrons who had snickered at him earlier as he passed, causing it rock and spill the group's drinks all over themselves and the floor. Satisfied with his retribution for the time being, he headed out the door to catch up with the others
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Volo last saw Floon outside the Skewered Dragon, a dubious and Zhentarim-owned tavern between Net Street and Fillet Lane in the Dock Ward. As you all traveled through the Dock Ward heading towards the Skewered Dragon, you find yourselves on a street that has been cordoned off by the City Watch. Lying on the cobblestones are a half-dozen corpses, seemingly the victims of some terrible skirmish. Watch officers have disarmed and arrested three blood-drenched humans and are in the midst of questioning witnesses. One of the officers sees you. “Get on,” she says. “Nothing to see here.”
It looks like a dozen guards of the City Watch have arrested three bandits and are questioning witnesses while waiting for wagons to take away the criminals and the corpses. The survivors of the skirmish have been stripped of their weapons and forced to kneel with their hands on their heads.
Naumick avoids the eye of the City Watch, but tries to nonchalantly get a good look at the bandits, trying to determine if they have any markings that would identify them. As he walks, to the others, he mutters, "Don't draw attention to ourselves. Last thing we need is the watch messing with us."
Lookie Look: 20
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Yup. Those three dudes? Zhentarim. You can tell by the clothing. As you walk by, they give us dirty looks. How rude. Kasha's face scrunches up and she sticks her tongue out at one of them.
Naumick chuckles at Kasha, but ushers her on. "Someone get a look at the dead," he says. "Who are the victims?"
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)