The sun sets early on the city of Waterdeep as it heads into another wintry night. A cold wind blows off the Sea of Swords as dark clouds creeping in from the west portend that another Deepwinter snowstorm is coming the City of Splendor's way. Though its gates are closed and trade abroad is brought to a halt until spring thaws the frozen city, many Waterdhavians are confident enough to brave the frigid weather to gather in taverns, shops, and festhalls.
One such tavern is the famous Yawning Portal. A warm respite for the denizens of Waterdeep in the dead of winter, the three-tiered bar and inn in the Castle Ward has stood for nearly two hundred years around the entrance to the legendary dungeon beneath the City of Splendors known as Undermountain. It is a common haunt for adventurers of all stripes, eager to turn potential riches plundered from Undermountain into an early retirement. As it turns out, one such group of hopeful heroes is making their descent into the dungeon, spurred on by cheers, hoots, and applause from the patrons gathered in the main taproom. They haven't even all disappeared beyond the portal's short wall before people start betting whether or not they will ever make it back.
The atmosphere in the tavern returns to normal. Glasses and silverware clink, gamblers shout at one another, and drunken adventurers sing bawdy off-key songs. Seated at a sturdy wooden table lit by a bright candle and covered with half-finished plates of food and nearly-finished drinks is an earth genasi, a svirfneblin, a human, and a lizardfolk. Nearby, a tiefling minstrel finishes up a song on his horn and sits with a strange-looking goliath with squid-like features. The two groups steal glances back and forth, their eyes glinting with recognition.
(Go ahead and describe your character's appearance and what they are doing.)
Tanlen is a bit big for deep gnome standards, almost reaching 3'2" in height and weighing in at almost 45 lbs. Like all males of his kind he is lacking in hair on his head, his face clean shaven as well. His grey skin is smooth as he very young for his people, having yet to reach his thirtieth year. One noticable scar does run along the side of his face, resulting from a goblin's dagger. Clothing wise he is very plain with simple traveling clothes that lack in variety when it comes to color, mostly being black or grey armor of the same color worn over these. The most striking item on him is the strange spear strapped across his back.
As the others watch the performance he sips at his drink, seeming to be more content with people watching. While he has been to the surface a few times this was the first trip he had made where it lasted for such a long time, usually returning to the Underdark after a rushed transfer of goods and coin. "Now you're telling me places like this are all over the surface? The only thing similar we have is still being rebuilt thanks to the drow...." He asks, muttering the last part with a sigh before shrugging and looking back at the Tiefling.
The lizardfolk at the table shifts in his seat, showing his apparent discomfort in the environment. His hood is pulled low over his head attempting to obscure is face, but at certain angles the light reflects brightly off his grey-black scales. He is clad in scraps of leather that appear to have been carefully assembled in to respectable looking leather armor. A rough-hewn shield is strapped across his back which appears to have been carved from the bark of a large tree. A well-worn curved blade is carefully tucked behind the shield, perhaps something that had been salvaged from a scrap pile.
He raises a mug to his lips, taking a sip of the drink he has been nursing. "That creature over there..." A high pitched raspy voice emanates from under the hood as he nods in the direction of the goliath, speaking to no one in particular. "Is this someone you know? He... appears out of place."
The person sitting across from the both of them keeps his attention fully on his lunch, answering between bites. His skin is almost chalk-like in texture, and grayish-white with white hair. Scattered across his body are small gem-like stones, currently colored a dull brown like the table and walls behind him.
"Yeah, taverns are everywhere. Towns would be pretty dull without them - they're..." (nom nom) "...they're great, 'specially when you've been traveling or otherwise occupied for the past few days. Really comfortable" (nom nom) "I assume your place must've been pretty nice, sorry to hear about it."
Topaz wears a dark shirt with leather armor, both clean - a rarity, that, but today's special so he figured it couldn't hurt. "Honestly, I'm glad you guys came out to join me." (nom nom) "I mean, the bar for 'out of place' is pretty high for a city like this. You see all types he-"
Glancing up, the genasi sees the goliath creature, and nearly chokes a bit, but gets it down and calls to him, waving. "Ianric! Is that you? Come join us!"
Adorning the Goliath the others had mentioned or called to was a simple set of chainmail armor, bereft of a helmet or any type of head protection. At his side hung a morningstar which had seen enough action to almost be more identifiable as a metal club, with a large shield that had seen little use upon his back. While his gear was incredibly mundane, the man himself was not. As with all male Goliaths he had no hair upon his head or chin, merely purple tribal tattoos visible along what skin his clothing didn't cover. Standing from his seat at his full 7' height, the magenta (exact shade pending change when I work with my wife to make his figure/picture) skinned and solid black eyed Goliath stuck out from any crowd he was in. Besides the color oddities, anyone who looked, or he spoke to as he was prone to showing them off, would notice a closed set of gills upon either side of his neck. Even more bizarre however was the less than six inch long vestigial tentacles which writhed gently just above his elbows on both arms.
In two massive strides which nearly results in a halfling patron punted into next week Ianric strode to Topaz with a booming laugh that cut through the crowd momentarily. He spoke in a deep, sonorous and jolly voice as he addressed them "TOPAZ! It is a pleasure indeed to see you my earthen friend! Vyrax, come join us! Gathered small ones this is Vyrax and I, AM BEARHUG IANRIC, what might your names be?!"Raising his voice boisterously with his name, after he finished speaking his face returned to the overly exuberant smile showing off his polished white teeth as he eagerly looked over the others before him.
Cami was not in her element while at the tavern. No, her small and almost empty workshop fit her best. Yet, she seems unintimidated by the crowd. Social anxiety or not, she still seemed too serious for the overall atmosphere. Barely a grin ever crossed her face, though it sometimes did, while others laughed and talked loudly. For her appearance, it'd be easy for her to be too average. She has average height, average weight, brown hair, and a light skin tone. What puts her apart from the rest is the large coat she puts on top of her armor, which is filled with all sorts of accessories and tools, parts of her profession. The fact it was quite heavy also helped with the cold outside. The white owl perched on her shoulder also calls a lot of attention.
From the moment she walked into the inn, her familiar spotted the interesting Goliath beforehand, and, since then, Cami's given a few glances at his directions in between conversation with the people at her table. The moment she sees the bard moving towards the Goliath, she starts standing up from her chair, only for a voice familiar to her to yell out from her own table, leading the giant man directly her way instead. She sits back down and is the first to answer Ianric's question. "I was going to ask Vyrax about you. I didn't know I could've asked Topaz instead." Cami seemed calm, and yet, regardless, there was a stutter making her break her sentence into very brief pauses at random intervals, a thing she had no control over. "My name is Cami Steelaxe. I work at my own workshop and smithery."
(For the sake of keeping the text clean and clear, I'm not gonna write the stutter. Just imagine it as you read through it if you want.)
The dark-clothed Tiefling bows slightly as he finishes playing and walks towards his Goliath friend. Although it is clear he is a Tiefling, he doesn't look like a normal one, he's slightly odd. His skin is a mahogany shade of red, not so far from brown. His horns are very small, maybe an inch long, and are half-hidden in his wavy, medium-length black hair that reaches only slightly above his shoulders. His tail looks like a normal Tiefling's and his body a Human's, except for the colour. Lastly, when he speaks, one might notice his tongue is... forked near the end. Miraculously, it doesn't hinder his speech in any way. Lastly, his eyes look like a hybrid of a Human's and a Tielfing's, being entirely white but a small black dot for the pupil. Closer inspection can reveal that he does have an "iris", it's just completely white and thus hard to spot at a glance.
From the second she entered, Vyrax eyes have often shifted to follow Cami. Thankfully, she didn't seem very interested in him. His heart sunk deep, however, when he noticed her stand up and realised that her eyes were focused on his friend. It wasn't uncommon for people to come and ask the Goliath about his strange looks, and Inaric would tell anybody all the time. He's relieved when someone calls Inaric away. Maybe Cami won't walk towards him now. "Vyrax, come join us!" The Goliath called. Maybe if he doesn't react, they won't know who he was talking to and he wouldn't need to get up. Many faces knew him in the tavern, but not any of the group Inaric was approaching. "...this is Vyrax..." the goliath said while pointing at the Tiefling who was slowly pulling his hood up. Vyrax sighs and stands up. He looks hesitantly at Cami for a second and then approaches. He takes a deep breath and... "Hello there!" He smiles as he approaches. "I haven't seen you before, new in town? Perhaps not a fan of taverns? Was it my music that drove you away? I admit I had a minor mistake earlier," 'actually, it was quite a grave mistake.' He thinks. It was Cami's entrance's fault though, that made him miss a note. "but even in my humble opinion, it wasn't this bad." 'Only awful.' "Ah, Cami! Didn't notice you were here! I would have played a special song just for you, friend. Maybe about Syndes, the brave and honourous blacksmith who went on a glorious adventure only to save his friend's reputation?" 'Please get the hint, please get the hint.' He thinks. While he speaks, the Tiefling's tail, behind his back, smacks the Goliath on his shoulder. It doesn't hurt that much though. "Oh, sorry. Thing's got a mind of its own sometimes." Overall, the Tiefling seems jolly.
"I am called Kassar." He smiled despite himself at the motley crew which had gathered at the table, feeling a bit more comfortable. He at lowered his hood and leaned back in his chair, taking a deep drink. "Sorry if I have been quiet, it is a little earlier than I prefer to be topside..." He trails of a bit, cringing slightly having revealed more than he intended.
Tanlen raises a brow at all the odd folk that are in the place, shrugging as he had seen several strange creatures in the Underdark. While it is comical how small he is compared to the others that now surround the table, he seems confident. "You can call me Tanlen and I am with the scaly one, I am still finding the surface to be a strange place... Mostly the face that I do not seem to have to worry about some grotesque monster jumping out to kill me. Well so far at least."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
"Well, friend of friend of friend - maybe just friend then? - the monsters lurking around here are not much better. Sure, they don't wake you up with your head between their jaws - usually - but they can kill one without actually killing them. Take me for example - all I have is my music, my words and my reputation so people keep listening to me. Take those things away and all I'll be left with is a body, but nothing within. I'm sure every person has that something, and people in this city know how to find it and take it away." If she doesn't get it at this point, all he can do is pray, and he was never a fan of the gods. "But it's not all bad, you know? There are people like me here too. People who make mistakes some times, maybe, but at the end of the day they are grateful for their friends and just can't wait for the day they rhyme the song about their bravery and pure heartedness."
"It is good to meet you all! If any are willing to aid me I would be happy to make these naysayers have lighter purses." Glaring death at a human who he had previously overheard bet they would never be seen again. His expression returning to glee as he looks them over, settling on the deep gnome "And if it is any consolation deep one, no matter where you are there is a worry of monsters springing forth to kill you! Merely a matter of what kind. Some literally look like people, others are just two faced pieces of shit who would try to ruin your reputation with words rather than fight with honor!"
(sip) "I mean, we have a city watch, so it's pretty safe from what I've seen at least." Topaz chimes in, attempting to reassure Tanlen. "And yeah, plenty of good (sip) people here. Good point, Mister... Vyrax, wasn't it? I remember hearing you play a few days ago, I liked it."
Cami's not very socially apt, but she's clever, and so her eyes tell Vyrax she understood his hints. To her, it was a matter of deciding whether she deemed it proper to hide the truth. "Yes." She throws the word in Vyrax's general direction, making her thoughts no clearer than they were before.
Cami then goes back to the conversation with the goliath. It probably explained her intention around their secret better. "I haven't heard it was that bad. The number of people I have met with truly evil intentions was small, and it was certainly not enough to compare with a place actually infested with monsters. I'd like to know more about the Underdark, but with what I do know, I believe life isn't as hard here as it is there." She stops there for just a second to then immediately continue. "Speaking of things I want to know..." She looks at Ianric. No word added, just expectant eyes, waiting for him to speak.
All of the noise in the Yawning Portal is eclipsed by a sudden shout from the bar: "Oi, pig! Like killin' me mates, does ya?"
You look just in time to spot a seven foot-tall half-orc woman getting hit in the face by a wild, swinging punch from a human man whose bald head is covered in purple eye-shaped tattoos. Four other humans stand ready to jump into the fray. The half-orc cracks her knuckles, roars, and leaps at the man - but before you can see if blood is drawn, a small crowd blocks the brawl from your view.
Kassar chuckles slightly at the irony as a melee erupts just as Cami and Topaz were speaking of the mostly well intentioned citizenry. "Now this..." he nods towards the scuffle, "This closer to my experience in the city." He shakes his head derisively. "Cowardly thugs throwing accusations at those they consider lesser. That's the Waterdeep I know."
He raises from his chair to try to get a better view, restraining himself from engaging for the moment.
The contrast between her words and the happenings of the tavern do not go ignored by Cami. After initially looking at the direction of the shout, she looks back at the table and explains her thoughts. "Fair enough. The city is not a part of my studies, after all. I especially avoid the dangerous spots, so it was unlikely I'd have known." After talking for long enough, she looks in the direction of the crowd.
Without a word, the owl on her shoulder flies up, looking for a higher place to perch on, and then looks down at the fight from above. She closes her eyes and starts looking through her familiar.
"Oh, and we have these kinds of things as well." He says while looking at Cami with a "thank you" face. "Usually, nobody dies from this, but exceptions happen. Anyway, it is quite a common occurrence after everyone starts drinking too much. Now, let's see..." Determined to show Cami his better side, Vyrax takes out his horn and gets closer to the crowd. "Step away, good people, I'll calm them down. We don't need anyone leaving with a broken face today." Vyrax begins to play with his horn and, as he does, the sound of a lute begins to accompany his horn, creating a relaxing tune that would hopefully calm them down. For now, he doesn't add any further effects to the music, but he is prepared to do so if needed.
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Though Ianric recognized and would normally be happy to speak of his squid-like parts, a brawl was too good a thing to pass up when presented. He cracks his neck a bit and nods to Cami "A rain check on that story. I'VE SOME FUN TO HAVE!" Attempting to bulldoze his way through the crowd and join the fray.
Topaz looks concerned. "They'll be killed if all five of them jump in..." (sets glass down) "I'll see if I can't pull 'em off each other or something."
He stands and attempts to weave through the crowd.
Tanlen shrugs as he get slides out of his chair and gets to his feet, the spear across his back glowing a slightly for a mere second before returning to normal. "Nah don't think we need to kill any of them... Yet."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
1 Hammer, 1492 DR - 5:02 PM
The sun sets early on the city of Waterdeep as it heads into another wintry night. A cold wind blows off the Sea of Swords as dark clouds creeping in from the west portend that another Deepwinter snowstorm is coming the City of Splendor's way. Though its gates are closed and trade abroad is brought to a halt until spring thaws the frozen city, many Waterdhavians are confident enough to brave the frigid weather to gather in taverns, shops, and festhalls.
One such tavern is the famous Yawning Portal. A warm respite for the denizens of Waterdeep in the dead of winter, the three-tiered bar and inn in the Castle Ward has stood for nearly two hundred years around the entrance to the legendary dungeon beneath the City of Splendors known as Undermountain. It is a common haunt for adventurers of all stripes, eager to turn potential riches plundered from Undermountain into an early retirement. As it turns out, one such group of hopeful heroes is making their descent into the dungeon, spurred on by cheers, hoots, and applause from the patrons gathered in the main taproom. They haven't even all disappeared beyond the portal's short wall before people start betting whether or not they will ever make it back.
The atmosphere in the tavern returns to normal. Glasses and silverware clink, gamblers shout at one another, and drunken adventurers sing bawdy off-key songs. Seated at a sturdy wooden table lit by a bright candle and covered with half-finished plates of food and nearly-finished drinks is an earth genasi, a svirfneblin, a human, and a lizardfolk. Nearby, a tiefling minstrel finishes up a song on his horn and sits with a strange-looking goliath with squid-like features. The two groups steal glances back and forth, their eyes glinting with recognition.
(Go ahead and describe your character's appearance and what they are doing.)
Celica Maloraen | Twilight Domain Cleric 5 | Wildemount Irregulars
Jasper Finch | Fighter 1 | Curious Critters - A Tal'Dorei Tale
Amaris Tell | Order of Scribes Wizard 3 | Baldur's Gate Mysteries
DM | Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden
Tanlen is a bit big for deep gnome standards, almost reaching 3'2" in height and weighing in at almost 45 lbs. Like all males of his kind he is lacking in hair on his head, his face clean shaven as well. His grey skin is smooth as he very young for his people, having yet to reach his thirtieth year. One noticable scar does run along the side of his face, resulting from a goblin's dagger. Clothing wise he is very plain with simple traveling clothes that lack in variety when it comes to color, mostly being black or grey armor of the same color worn over these. The most striking item on him is the strange spear strapped across his back.
As the others watch the performance he sips at his drink, seeming to be more content with people watching. While he has been to the surface a few times this was the first trip he had made where it lasted for such a long time, usually returning to the Underdark after a rushed transfer of goods and coin. "Now you're telling me places like this are all over the surface? The only thing similar we have is still being rebuilt thanks to the drow...." He asks, muttering the last part with a sigh before shrugging and looking back at the Tiefling.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
The lizardfolk at the table shifts in his seat, showing his apparent discomfort in the environment. His hood is pulled low over his head attempting to obscure is face, but at certain angles the light reflects brightly off his grey-black scales. He is clad in scraps of leather that appear to have been carefully assembled in to respectable looking leather armor. A rough-hewn shield is strapped across his back which appears to have been carved from the bark of a large tree. A well-worn curved blade is carefully tucked behind the shield, perhaps something that had been salvaged from a scrap pile.
He raises a mug to his lips, taking a sip of the drink he has been nursing. "That creature over there..." A high pitched raspy voice emanates from under the hood as he nods in the direction of the goliath, speaking to no one in particular. "Is this someone you know? He... appears out of place."
Ryndar Shadowsbane - Lvl 3 Eldarin Fighter | Kassar - Lvl 2 Lizardfolk Druid (Circle of Stars) | Finnegan (Finn) Taggert - Lvl 1 Human Cleric (Peace Domain) |
Verdan Schmidt - Lvl 2 Half-Elf Bard | Grithik - Lvl 5 Deep Gnome Warlock (Celestial)
The person sitting across from the both of them keeps his attention fully on his lunch, answering between bites. His skin is almost chalk-like in texture, and grayish-white with white hair. Scattered across his body are small gem-like stones, currently colored a dull brown like the table and walls behind him.
"Yeah, taverns are everywhere. Towns would be pretty dull without them - they're..." (nom nom) "...they're great, 'specially when you've been traveling or otherwise occupied for the past few days. Really comfortable" (nom nom) "I assume your place must've been pretty nice, sorry to hear about it."
Topaz wears a dark shirt with leather armor, both clean - a rarity, that, but today's special so he figured it couldn't hurt. "Honestly, I'm glad you guys came out to join me." (nom nom) "I mean, the bar for 'out of place' is pretty high for a city like this. You see all types he-"
Glancing up, the genasi sees the goliath creature, and nearly chokes a bit, but gets it down and calls to him, waving. "Ianric! Is that you? Come join us!"
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Adorning the Goliath the others had mentioned or called to was a simple set of chainmail armor, bereft of a helmet or any type of head protection. At his side hung a morningstar which had seen enough action to almost be more identifiable as a metal club, with a large shield that had seen little use upon his back. While his gear was incredibly mundane, the man himself was not. As with all male Goliaths he had no hair upon his head or chin, merely purple tribal tattoos visible along what skin his clothing didn't cover. Standing from his seat at his full 7' height, the magenta (exact shade pending change when I work with my wife to make his figure/picture) skinned and solid black eyed Goliath stuck out from any crowd he was in. Besides the color oddities, anyone who looked, or he spoke to as he was prone to showing them off, would notice a closed set of gills upon either side of his neck. Even more bizarre however was the less than six inch long vestigial tentacles which writhed gently just above his elbows on both arms.
In two massive strides which nearly results in a halfling patron punted into next week Ianric strode to Topaz with a booming laugh that cut through the crowd momentarily. He spoke in a deep, sonorous and jolly voice as he addressed them "TOPAZ! It is a pleasure indeed to see you my earthen friend! Vyrax, come join us! Gathered small ones this is Vyrax and I, AM BEARHUG IANRIC, what might your names be?!" Raising his voice boisterously with his name, after he finished speaking his face returned to the overly exuberant smile showing off his polished white teeth as he eagerly looked over the others before him.
Cami was not in her element while at the tavern. No, her small and almost empty workshop fit her best. Yet, she seems unintimidated by the crowd. Social anxiety or not, she still seemed too serious for the overall atmosphere. Barely a grin ever crossed her face, though it sometimes did, while others laughed and talked loudly. For her appearance, it'd be easy for her to be too average. She has average height, average weight, brown hair, and a light skin tone. What puts her apart from the rest is the large coat she puts on top of her armor, which is filled with all sorts of accessories and tools, parts of her profession. The fact it was quite heavy also helped with the cold outside. The white owl perched on her shoulder also calls a lot of attention.
From the moment she walked into the inn, her familiar spotted the interesting Goliath beforehand, and, since then, Cami's given a few glances at his directions in between conversation with the people at her table. The moment she sees the bard moving towards the Goliath, she starts standing up from her chair, only for a voice familiar to her to yell out from her own table, leading the giant man directly her way instead. She sits back down and is the first to answer Ianric's question. "I was going to ask Vyrax about you. I didn't know I could've asked Topaz instead." Cami seemed calm, and yet, regardless, there was a stutter making her break her sentence into very brief pauses at random intervals, a thing she had no control over. "My name is Cami Steelaxe. I work at my own workshop and smithery."
(For the sake of keeping the text clean and clear, I'm not gonna write the stutter. Just imagine it as you read through it if you want.)
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
The dark-clothed Tiefling bows slightly as he finishes playing and walks towards his Goliath friend. Although it is clear he is a Tiefling, he doesn't look like a normal one, he's slightly odd. His skin is a mahogany shade of red, not so far from brown. His horns are very small, maybe an inch long, and are half-hidden in his wavy, medium-length black hair that reaches only slightly above his shoulders. His tail looks like a normal Tiefling's and his body a Human's, except for the colour. Lastly, when he speaks, one might notice his tongue is... forked near the end. Miraculously, it doesn't hinder his speech in any way. Lastly, his eyes look like a hybrid of a Human's and a Tielfing's, being entirely white but a small black dot for the pupil. Closer inspection can reveal that he does have an "iris", it's just completely white and thus hard to spot at a glance.
From the second she entered, Vyrax eyes have often shifted to follow Cami. Thankfully, she didn't seem very interested in him. His heart sunk deep, however, when he noticed her stand up and realised that her eyes were focused on his friend. It wasn't uncommon for people to come and ask the Goliath about his strange looks, and Inaric would tell anybody all the time. He's relieved when someone calls Inaric away. Maybe Cami won't walk towards him now. "Vyrax, come join us!" The Goliath called. Maybe if he doesn't react, they won't know who he was talking to and he wouldn't need to get up. Many faces knew him in the tavern, but not any of the group Inaric was approaching. "...this is Vyrax..." the goliath said while pointing at the Tiefling who was slowly pulling his hood up.
Vyrax sighs and stands up. He looks hesitantly at Cami for a second and then approaches. He takes a deep breath and... "Hello there!" He smiles as he approaches. "I haven't seen you before, new in town? Perhaps not a fan of taverns? Was it my music that drove you away? I admit I had a minor mistake earlier," 'actually, it was quite a grave mistake.' He thinks. It was Cami's entrance's fault though, that made him miss a note. "but even in my humble opinion, it wasn't this bad." 'Only awful.' "Ah, Cami! Didn't notice you were here! I would have played a special song just for you, friend. Maybe about Syndes, the brave and honourous blacksmith who went on a glorious adventure only to save his friend's reputation?" 'Please get the hint, please get the hint.' He thinks. While he speaks, the Tiefling's tail, behind his back, smacks the Goliath on his shoulder. It doesn't hurt that much though. "Oh, sorry. Thing's got a mind of its own sometimes." Overall, the Tiefling seems jolly.
Varielky | Emma
"I am called Kassar." He smiled despite himself at the motley crew which had gathered at the table, feeling a bit more comfortable. He at lowered his hood and leaned back in his chair, taking a deep drink. "Sorry if I have been quiet, it is a little earlier than I prefer to be topside..." He trails of a bit, cringing slightly having revealed more than he intended.
Ryndar Shadowsbane - Lvl 3 Eldarin Fighter | Kassar - Lvl 2 Lizardfolk Druid (Circle of Stars) | Finnegan (Finn) Taggert - Lvl 1 Human Cleric (Peace Domain) |
Verdan Schmidt - Lvl 2 Half-Elf Bard | Grithik - Lvl 5 Deep Gnome Warlock (Celestial)
Tanlen raises a brow at all the odd folk that are in the place, shrugging as he had seen several strange creatures in the Underdark. While it is comical how small he is compared to the others that now surround the table, he seems confident. "You can call me Tanlen and I am with the scaly one, I am still finding the surface to be a strange place... Mostly the face that I do not seem to have to worry about some grotesque monster jumping out to kill me. Well so far at least."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
"Well, friend of friend of friend - maybe just friend then? - the monsters lurking around here are not much better. Sure, they don't wake you up with your head between their jaws - usually - but they can kill one without actually killing them. Take me for example - all I have is my music, my words and my reputation so people keep listening to me. Take those things away and all I'll be left with is a body, but nothing within. I'm sure every person has that something, and people in this city know how to find it and take it away." If she doesn't get it at this point, all he can do is pray, and he was never a fan of the gods. "But it's not all bad, you know? There are people like me here too. People who make mistakes some times, maybe, but at the end of the day they are grateful for their friends and just can't wait for the day they rhyme the song about their bravery and pure heartedness."
Varielky | Emma
"It is good to meet you all! If any are willing to aid me I would be happy to make these naysayers have lighter purses." Glaring death at a human who he had previously overheard bet they would never be seen again. His expression returning to glee as he looks them over, settling on the deep gnome "And if it is any consolation deep one, no matter where you are there is a worry of monsters springing forth to kill you! Merely a matter of what kind. Some literally look like people, others are just two faced pieces of shit who would try to ruin your reputation with words rather than fight with honor!"
(sip) "I mean, we have a city watch, so it's pretty safe from what I've seen at least." Topaz chimes in, attempting to reassure Tanlen. "And yeah, plenty of good (sip) people here. Good point, Mister... Vyrax, wasn't it? I remember hearing you play a few days ago, I liked it."
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Cami's not very socially apt, but she's clever, and so her eyes tell Vyrax she understood his hints. To her, it was a matter of deciding whether she deemed it proper to hide the truth. "Yes." She throws the word in Vyrax's general direction, making her thoughts no clearer than they were before.
Cami then goes back to the conversation with the goliath. It probably explained her intention around their secret better. "I haven't heard it was that bad. The number of people I have met with truly evil intentions was small, and it was certainly not enough to compare with a place actually infested with monsters. I'd like to know more about the Underdark, but with what I do know, I believe life isn't as hard here as it is there." She stops there for just a second to then immediately continue. "Speaking of things I want to know..." She looks at Ianric. No word added, just expectant eyes, waiting for him to speak.
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
All of the noise in the Yawning Portal is eclipsed by a sudden shout from the bar: "Oi, pig! Like killin' me mates, does ya?"
You look just in time to spot a seven foot-tall half-orc woman getting hit in the face by a wild, swinging punch from a human man whose bald head is covered in purple eye-shaped tattoos. Four other humans stand ready to jump into the fray. The half-orc cracks her knuckles, roars, and leaps at the man - but before you can see if blood is drawn, a small crowd blocks the brawl from your view.
What would you like to do, if anything?
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Kassar chuckles slightly at the irony as a melee erupts just as Cami and Topaz were speaking of the mostly well intentioned citizenry. "Now this..." he nods towards the scuffle, "This closer to my experience in the city." He shakes his head derisively. "Cowardly thugs throwing accusations at those they consider lesser. That's the Waterdeep I know."
He raises from his chair to try to get a better view, restraining himself from engaging for the moment.
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The contrast between her words and the happenings of the tavern do not go ignored by Cami. After initially looking at the direction of the shout, she looks back at the table and explains her thoughts. "Fair enough. The city is not a part of my studies, after all. I especially avoid the dangerous spots, so it was unlikely I'd have known." After talking for long enough, she looks in the direction of the crowd.
Without a word, the owl on her shoulder flies up, looking for a higher place to perch on, and then looks down at the fight from above. She closes her eyes and starts looking through her familiar.
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
"Oh, and we have these kinds of things as well." He says while looking at Cami with a "thank you" face. "Usually, nobody dies from this, but exceptions happen. Anyway, it is quite a common occurrence after everyone starts drinking too much. Now, let's see..." Determined to show Cami his better side, Vyrax takes out his horn and gets closer to the crowd. "Step away, good people, I'll calm them down. We don't need anyone leaving with a broken face today."
Vyrax begins to play with his horn and, as he does, the sound of a lute begins to accompany his horn, creating a relaxing tune that would hopefully calm them down. For now, he doesn't add any further effects to the music, but he is prepared to do so if needed.
Should I roll for performance? 15.
Varielky | Emma
Though Ianric recognized and would normally be happy to speak of his squid-like parts, a brawl was too good a thing to pass up when presented. He cracks his neck a bit and nods to Cami "A rain check on that story. I'VE SOME FUN TO HAVE!" Attempting to bulldoze his way through the crowd and join the fray.
Athletics (if needed) to get through the crowd: 7
Topaz looks concerned. "They'll be killed if all five of them jump in..." (sets glass down) "I'll see if I can't pull 'em off each other or something."
He stands and attempts to weave through the crowd.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Tanlen shrugs as he get slides out of his chair and gets to his feet, the spear across his back glowing a slightly for a mere second before returning to normal. "Nah don't think we need to kill any of them... Yet."
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