"You sit around a sturdy wooden table lit by a brightly burning candle and littered with plates cleared of food and half-drained tankards. The sounds of gamblers yelling and drunken adventurers drowsily singing folk songs nearly drown out the off-key strumming of a young bard three tables over"
Among the boisterous crowd you notice a young human male moving back and forth between groups. He smiles at a burst of cheering here, and looks sheepishly aside at an eruption of argumentative words there.
A throng of jovial patrons leave a table the table he is near. As he is tossed between groups, he always seems to be be near a table just as someone leaves a seat.
Roll a Perception check against his Dex (Sleight of Hands) - DC 17
If successful:
While his movement between tables appeared to be the effect of being jostled by the crowd, you now see that he is deftly working the ebb and flow of the revelry to always be near an opening table. Upon approaching such a table, a half eat bit of bread or a unappreciated chicken leg, or any other left over morsel, casually 'disappears' into the folds of his cloak. Seeing no more plates available to help 'clean', he mumbles to himself and begins to move in the direction of the table you are sitting at.
If unsuccessful:
You see him buffeted between tables and mumbling to himself. Apparently tired of being tossed about, he begins to move in the direction of the table you are sitting at.
He stops at a table of garrulous gamblers. With the brazen confidence of a street urchin he presents an alms box requesting donations for the sick and poor in Ilmater's care.
((Charisma (Persuasion) check to see how successful he is in getting some donations: ???))
17
Eventually, he eyes an empty spot at your table and the many half-empty tankards. He approaches saying:
"Ilmater's blessing be upon you! Might I rest a moment here? A Friar's work is never-ending ... not that I mind, but the body has its limits, and should I wish to help tomorrow, I need to conserve myself today."
"Friar Xavier Ambergrain at your service. Is anyone still drinking these?"
At the back of the table a gnome sits on a chair smiling, eyes darting about the room accompanied by sharp head movements and occasional sips of ale.
He has gone bald, black hair sticking out at all angles in the classic horseshoe. A fine handlebar moustache sits atop a neatly trimmed goatee. Visible above the table is a white shirt and a velvet red waist coat.
{ 7 perception at disadvantage }
On a pass he nods, grins and winks. On a fail he nods and grins.
"This one's taken", nodding to the glass in his hand, "Nice to meet you, Friar. Is it Friar? Can I call you Friar? My name's Wilpip Herbert Ehrik Zeddlebebble Eembos. But most call me Wheeze."
At the back of the table a gnome sits on a chair smiling, eyes darting about the room accompanied by sharp head movements and occasional sips of ale.
He has gone bald, black hair sticking out at all angles in the classic horseshoe. A fine handlebar moustache sits atop a neatly trimmed goatee. Visible above the table is a white shirt and a velvet red waist coat.
{ 7 perception at disadvantage }
On a pass he nods, grins and winks. On a fail he nods and grins.
"This one's taken", nodding to the glass in his hand, "Nice to meet you, Friar. Is it Friar? Can I call you Friar? My name's Wilpip Herbert Ehrik Zeddlebebble Eembos. But most call me Wheeze."
You see him buffeted between tables and mumbling to himself. Apparently tired of being tossed about, he begins to move in the direction of the table you are sitting at.
PS can someone teach me how to quote just a designated portion
Sitting at the table is a tabaxi, gray with emerald eyes, and wearing a tunic that goes down to her knees. The tunic is belted at the waist, with a component pouch at one hip. Her emerald eyes fix on the newcomer as he approaches their table...
Perception: 4
"I'm sure you can be welcome to remove any cups that are already empty." Veil says to the newcomer as he asks about the drinks at the table. She gives him a cocked-head look over then shrugs. "I am called Veil..." She says in way of introduction. her eyes glance over the table as she finishes the introduction. "Who are you?"
Sitting at the table is a tabaxi, gray with emerald eyes, and wearing a tunic that goes down to her knees. The tunic is belted at the waist, with a component pouch at one hip. Her emerald eyes fix on the newcomer as he approaches their table...
Perception: 4
"I'm sure you can be welcome to remove any cups that are already empty." Veil says to the newcomer as he asks about the drinks at the table. She gives him a cocked-head look over then shrugs. "I am called Veil..." She says in way of introduction. her eyes glance over the table as she finishes the introduction. "Who are you?"
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20 Perception For Zera
Pass or fail doesn't change what she does:
Also at the table, and sizing up her companions for the evening, is a stunning petite blonde human girl, who looks like she may have some elvish ancestry from some sharpness around her features and ears. She's apparently an entertainer, clad in an elegant emerald green hooded cloak and with a lute over her shoulder. A leather backpack sits near her. "Friar Xavier is it? I would gladly buy you your drink if you would join us. I also am new to this group. But they seem an interesting sort don't they, and we have a chair open! I am Zera, at your service, " She gives a winning smile.
Friar Xavier's expression passes quickly through a series of curious expressions.
He quizzically nods an eager affirmation to Wheeze's avalanche of an introduction, Then his face goes blank as he seems momentarily stunned by Veil's rebuff/ He pauses, blinks then smiles with patient enthusiasm and a twinkle in his eyes. Lastly, he responds with a fumbling assent to Zera's offer. "Thank you all, Thank you,, Miss Zera," he says with a hesitation and questioning tone. Then smiling broadly to all, he sits and says, "Your kindness to a simple servant of life, certainly makes Ilmater smile."
Retrieving a bit of meat and bread from somewhere amongst his clothes, the puts together a makeshift meal and warmly accepts the drink from Zera.
"What sort of interesting things are we all up to this evening?"
Zera smiles and pays a server for the Friar's drink, and says "Well, as for me, I love collecting stories and tales, as I enjoy hearing from people from all over. I never know where inspiration might come from. What is your story, Friar,? ."
Friar Xavier smiles, taking his tankard in both hands and quietly takes a long draw with his eyes closed. He pauses, clearly enjoying the ale as one who has not done so in quite a while. Lowering the tankard, but still keeping a hand on it, he opens his eyes. He blinks again merely. "Thank you again, Miss Zera ... that is indeed a delight."
Only then does he shift in his seat, adjusting the smallish shield which hangs awkwardly from the pack slung upon his shoulders. He moves the assortment to make his sitting more comfortable, but remaining secure.
He pauses, casts his eyes about the table, then starts again, "My story?", looking at Zera with clear awe, "I am certain it is nothing compared to most of the tales one such as yourself must have in her collection - or indeed compared to those of these fine table companions." He nods to Veil and Wheeze."I was but an orphan, like too many in our empire. A monk of Ilmater took pity on me and taught me the way to greater reward through sacrifice." Laughing, he continues, "These past few years I have grown up learning in the monastery, but now our Abbot has decided it was time for me to go out to serve Ilmater in the world." Now, almost as if to himself, "Brother Xavier, you came to us late in life... while you have learned much, the monastery .... monastery life ... does not agree with you... I think it best you find Ilmater's call in the world beyond."
Another pause, then, as if remembering where he is, "So, no longer a monk am I... but an mendicant friar of Ilmater. Free to serve. I wandered a bit... and found my way to Waterdeep... I've been here about a week... I must say I like it here, but it is NOT like the monastery!"
Then turning to Veil and Wheeze - "Miss Veil and Master Wheeze must certainly have more interesting tales to tell... I can almost see the twinkle of adventure about them! Veil? What a curious name... is that a family name?"
Sir Darak Darkhall: A tall, grim-faced man with dark eyes and darker demeanor confidently strides into the tavern. Stopping just within the entranceway, the stranger slowly lowers the hood of his dark grey cloak, revealing the close-cropped hairstyle common to Waterdeep's City Guard. Perhaps once a fine garment, the soldier hangs the now tattered cloak upon a nearby hook.
Cast: Divine Sense
The firelight shimmers and dances across his ornate chain armor, but strangely not upon the chest-piece - a black sword wreathed in flames - the family Crest of House Darkhall. The kite shield at his side bears the emblem of Justice, marking him a Holy Knight of Tyr.
You now realize your mistake. This man is no mere City Guard. His cloak and armor designate him as a member of The Grey Hand - an elite Waterdeep military organization answerable only to The Blackstaff himself.
The crowd goes silent, slowly parting as the Grey Force officer makes his way forward toward the table of adventurers. As he approaches, you notice his hand never seems to leave the black hilt of the Longsword sheathed at his side. Clearing his throat, the Knight says, "Allow me to introduce myself.I am Sir Darak Darkhall, Son of Dartleth Darkhall, Champion of Tyr, Knight of the Realm and Officer of The Grey Hand."
"I have seen your faces before. All of them. They haunt my dreams. Tyr has guided me to you, but I sense no Evil here. He must have sent me to assist you... or perhaps you to assist me?"
Wheeze stares at Xavier for a time, processing the information.
"Crikey" he mutters, "quite the story. Friar Xavier, yes that makes much more sense than just Friar. Sorry, my mind swims sometimes." A quick sip of his drink as he looks briefly and Zeta and Veil, then back to Xavier. "Blimey...my story? What to tell, what to tell." He leans ins with a sly grin. "I am taking a short break from my studies whilst in Waterdeep and working as... an accountant." Leaning back, he raises is eyebrows and looks about, clearly pleased with himself. Opens his mouth to continue but stops as Sir Darak walks over.
Wheeze whistles through his teeth and then stares at Sir Darak for a little too long, towards the creepy end of long, clearly impressed by the entrance. After remembering himself he says "I....I haunt your dreams? Blimey. I am sorry."
Sir Darak Darkhall: The Knight abruptly sits, fist propped under his chin, deep in thought a moment before replying, "No, it is I who am sorry, master Gnome..." A sorrowful expression crosses his face as he continues, "... for I have stood idle witness to your deaths... countless times... within my darkest nightmares. My only hope is now that I have found you, I may... prevent... prevent..." Darak trails off.
Zera turns and looks at the knight, those watching her face might see, for a brief moment, an expression of terror cross it, but she hides it quickly when she hears his words.
“Come, We would be honored if you would join us Sir Darak Darkhall! I have heard tales of your father’s noble deeds. Your dreams sound most disturbing, but perhaps we are meant to meet here this night. I’d love to hear your tale.”
As Friar Xavier takes a seat, and asks Veil about her own story, she would take a sip from her ale cup and then set it down. "My story is a bit dire." She finally says, her ears twitching a bit in some emotion. "As it seems we are sharing though, I will tell it..." She pauses a moment more, emerald eyes going distant. "When I was a cub my ma and pa and I were traveling from our home to a nearby town, as we often did. Out of no where a strange portal opened, and two wizards stepped through. They were throwing magic at each other so fast, and uncaring of who else was around, that the air was filled with the feel of magic." She stares down into her ale glass for a long moment, clearly reliving the time in her head. "We ran, but magic was everywhere. we hid, but there was no place the magic didn't reach. It was everywhere, lightning sizzling the air, fireballs exploding, strange creatures summoned to rend and destroy..." Her face lifted from looking into her cup then, and a fire smoldered in those emerald eyes now, hatred and determination combined into something deadly. "I still no not how I lived through it, my parents did not. One day though I will find those wizards and, from this day until then, I will make myself a weapon that will be capable of making them pay for their deeds..."
She has just finished this story as Darak walks up to the table with his pronouncement. Glancing up to meet the knight's eyes she still has the burning of hate and death in her own eyes, but works to blink that away as she listens to his words. "Seems like we all have our ghosts to deal with." She says as he finishes. "Maybe we can aid each other in our goals."
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Wheeze He looks a little frightened by the pure fury in Veil's words and eyes, but does his best to hide it.
Roll for DM
Dice rolls for perception check to see if noticed Zera's brief terror
14 11 in case at disadvantage
"Yes, yes, sit. Please sit." Wheeze raises his hand to attract a servers attention. "A drink for this man, please. On me." He pays the server. @DM let me know how much.
"If it doesn't pain you, please tell us more of these nightmares. Most times they mean nothing, but they can be more. Much more. I suffer from some visions myself." He sighs. "It's something of an interest of mine...I'm not really an accountant...at least not properly" He taps his nose a few times and winks "I study the art of Divination, you see. So I might be able to help, now or in the future." He snorts briefly at his own terrible joke. "Maybe, for now, you just want to drink for a bit?"
Zera smiles at the knight as he approaches, and turns to Veil and says “A fascinating tale, Veil. I wish you good luck in your quest.. Welcome Sir Darak, can I buy you a drink? ...”. Gesturing for a server, she then quietly motions towards the eladrin in the corner. “Do any of you know that eladrin? He seems to be watching our little group?”
Wheeze He looks a little frightened by the pure fury in Veil's words and eyes, but does his best to hide it.
Roll for DM
Dice rolls for perception check to see if noticed Zera's brief terror
20 12 in case at disadvantage
"Yes, yes, sit. Please sit." Wheeze raises his hand to attract a servers attention. "A drink for this man, please. On me." He pays the server. @DM let me know how much.
"If it doesn't pain you, please tell us more of these nightmares. Most times they mean nothing, but they can be more. Much more. I suffer from some visions myself." He sighs. "It's something of an interest of mine...I'm not really an accountant...at least not properly" He taps his nose a few times and winks "I study the art of Divination, you see. So I might be able to help, now or in the future." He snorts briefly at his own terrible joke. "Maybe, for now, you just want to drink for a bit?"
"You sit around a sturdy wooden table lit by a brightly burning candle and littered with plates cleared of food and half-drained tankards. The sounds of gamblers yelling and drunken adventurers drowsily singing folk songs nearly drown out the off-key strumming of a young bard three tables over"
please introduce your characters
My Homebrew world, Magibis
Improved Hex(spell)
Cult Brute(monster)
Among the boisterous crowd you notice a young human male moving back and forth between groups. He smiles at a burst of cheering here, and looks sheepishly aside at an eruption of argumentative words there.
A throng of jovial patrons leave a table the table he is near. As he is tossed between groups, he always seems to be be near a table just as someone leaves a seat.
((He casts guidance on himself and a Sleight of Hand check))
Roll a Perception check against his Dex (Sleight of Hands) - DC 17
If successful:
While his movement between tables appeared to be the effect of being jostled by the crowd, you now see that he is deftly working the ebb and flow of the revelry to always be near an opening table. Upon approaching such a table, a half eat bit of bread or a unappreciated chicken leg, or any other left over morsel, casually 'disappears' into the folds of his cloak. Seeing no more plates available to help 'clean', he mumbles to himself and begins to move in the direction of the table you are sitting at.
If unsuccessful:
You see him buffeted between tables and mumbling to himself. Apparently tired of being tossed about, he begins to move in the direction of the table you are sitting at.
He stops at a table of garrulous gamblers. With the brazen confidence of a street urchin he presents an alms box requesting donations for the sick and poor in Ilmater's care.
((Charisma (Persuasion) check to see how successful he is in getting some donations: ???))
17
Eventually, he eyes an empty spot at your table and the many half-empty tankards. He approaches saying:
"Ilmater's blessing be upon you! Might I rest a moment here? A Friar's work is never-ending ... not that I mind, but the body has its limits, and should I wish to help tomorrow, I need to conserve myself today."
"Friar Xavier Ambergrain at your service. Is anyone still drinking these?"
Eryndor - Red Dead Annihilation | GM - Volo's Trade Franchise - PF2e Adventures set in the Forgotten Realms
ok, got it
Oh, Got it Perc for the players..... During your introductions make a perc. check with disadvantage because of the crowd
Xavier gained 4 GP in donations
the dice "manipulated" dice rolls were because I replaced the command
My Homebrew world, Magibis
Improved Hex(spell)
Cult Brute(monster)
At the back of the table a gnome sits on a chair smiling, eyes darting about the room accompanied by sharp head movements and occasional sips of ale.
He has gone bald, black hair sticking out at all angles in the classic horseshoe. A fine handlebar moustache sits atop a neatly trimmed goatee. Visible above the table is a white shirt and a velvet red waist coat.
{ 7 perception at disadvantage }
On a pass he nods, grins and winks. On a fail he nods and grins.
"This one's taken", nodding to the glass in his hand, "Nice to meet you, Friar. Is it Friar? Can I call you Friar? My name's Wilpip Herbert Ehrik Zeddlebebble Eembos. But most call me Wheeze."
N/A
You see him buffeted between tables and mumbling to himself. Apparently tired of being tossed about, he begins to move in the direction of the table you are sitting at.
PS can someone teach me how to quote just a designated portion
My Homebrew world, Magibis
Improved Hex(spell)
Cult Brute(monster)
Sitting at the table is a tabaxi, gray with emerald eyes, and wearing a tunic that goes down to her knees. The tunic is belted at the waist, with a component pouch at one hip. Her emerald eyes fix on the newcomer as he approaches their table...
Perception: 4
"I'm sure you can be welcome to remove any cups that are already empty." Veil says to the newcomer as he asks about the drinks at the table. She gives him a cocked-head look over then shrugs. "I am called Veil..." She says in way of introduction. her eyes glance over the table as she finishes the introduction. "Who are you?"
You notice the same thing as Wheeze
My Homebrew world, Magibis
Improved Hex(spell)
Cult Brute(monster)
20 Perception For Zera
Pass or fail doesn't change what she does:
Also at the table, and sizing up her companions for the evening, is a stunning petite blonde human girl, who looks like she may have some elvish ancestry from some sharpness around her features and ears. She's apparently an entertainer, clad in an elegant emerald green hooded cloak and with a lute over her shoulder. A leather backpack sits near her. "Friar Xavier is it? I would gladly buy you your drink if you would join us. I also am new to this group. But they seem an interesting sort don't they, and we have a chair open! I am Zera, at your service, " She gives a winning smile.
Friar Xavier's expression passes quickly through a series of curious expressions.
He quizzically nods an eager affirmation to Wheeze's avalanche of an introduction, Then his face goes blank as he seems momentarily stunned by Veil's rebuff/ He pauses, blinks then smiles with patient enthusiasm and a twinkle in his eyes. Lastly, he responds with a fumbling assent to Zera's offer. "Thank you all, Thank you,, Miss Zera," he says with a hesitation and questioning tone. Then smiling broadly to all, he sits and says, "Your kindness to a simple servant of life, certainly makes Ilmater smile."
Retrieving a bit of meat and bread from somewhere amongst his clothes, the puts together a makeshift meal and warmly accepts the drink from Zera.
"What sort of interesting things are we all up to this evening?"
Eryndor - Red Dead Annihilation | GM - Volo's Trade Franchise - PF2e Adventures set in the Forgotten Realms
Zera smiles and pays a server for the Friar's drink, and says "Well, as for me, I love collecting stories and tales, as I enjoy hearing from people from all over. I never know where inspiration might come from. What is your story, Friar,? ."
Friar Xavier smiles, taking his tankard in both hands and quietly takes a long draw with his eyes closed. He pauses, clearly enjoying the ale as one who has not done so in quite a while. Lowering the tankard, but still keeping a hand on it, he opens his eyes. He blinks again merely. "Thank you again, Miss Zera ... that is indeed a delight."
Only then does he shift in his seat, adjusting the smallish shield which hangs awkwardly from the pack slung upon his shoulders. He moves the assortment to make his sitting more comfortable, but remaining secure.
He pauses, casts his eyes about the table, then starts again, "My story?", looking at Zera with clear awe, "I am certain it is nothing compared to most of the tales one such as yourself must have in her collection - or indeed compared to those of these fine table companions." He nods to Veil and Wheeze. "I was but an orphan, like too many in our empire. A monk of Ilmater took pity on me and taught me the way to greater reward through sacrifice." Laughing, he continues, "These past few years I have grown up learning in the monastery, but now our Abbot has decided it was time for me to go out to serve Ilmater in the world." Now, almost as if to himself, "Brother Xavier, you came to us late in life... while you have learned much, the monastery .... monastery life ... does not agree with you... I think it best you find Ilmater's call in the world beyond."
Another pause, then, as if remembering where he is, "So, no longer a monk am I... but an mendicant friar of Ilmater. Free to serve. I wandered a bit... and found my way to Waterdeep... I've been here about a week... I must say I like it here, but it is NOT like the monastery!"
Then turning to Veil and Wheeze - "Miss Veil and Master Wheeze must certainly have more interesting tales to tell... I can almost see the twinkle of adventure about them! Veil? What a curious name... is that a family name?"
Eryndor - Red Dead Annihilation | GM - Volo's Trade Franchise - PF2e Adventures set in the Forgotten Realms
In the corner stands an eladrin, resplendent in autumn colors. He visibly displays 5 weapons within easy reach.
Perception: 12
EDIT: Forgot Disadv. 18
Sir Darak Darkhall: A tall, grim-faced man with dark eyes and darker demeanor confidently strides into the tavern. Stopping just within the entranceway, the stranger slowly lowers the hood of his dark grey cloak, revealing the close-cropped hairstyle common to Waterdeep's City Guard. Perhaps once a fine garment, the soldier hangs the now tattered cloak upon a nearby hook.
Cast: Divine Sense
The firelight shimmers and dances across his ornate chain armor, but strangely not upon the chest-piece - a black sword wreathed in flames - the family Crest of House Darkhall. The kite shield at his side bears the emblem of Justice, marking him a Holy Knight of Tyr.
You now realize your mistake. This man is no mere City Guard. His cloak and armor designate him as a member of The Grey Hand - an elite Waterdeep military organization answerable only to The Blackstaff himself.
The crowd goes silent, slowly parting as the Grey Force officer makes his way forward toward the table of adventurers. As he approaches, you notice his hand never seems to leave the black hilt of the Longsword sheathed at his side. Clearing his throat, the Knight says, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Sir Darak Darkhall, Son of Dartleth Darkhall, Champion of Tyr, Knight of the Realm and Officer of The Grey Hand."
"I have seen your faces before. All of them. They haunt my dreams. Tyr has guided me to you, but I sense no Evil here. He must have sent me to assist you... or perhaps you to assist me?"
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Wheeze stares at Xavier for a time, processing the information.
"Crikey" he mutters, "quite the story. Friar Xavier, yes that makes much more sense than just Friar. Sorry, my mind swims sometimes." A quick sip of his drink as he looks briefly and Zeta and Veil, then back to Xavier. "Blimey...my story? What to tell, what to tell." He leans ins with a sly grin. "I am taking a short break from my studies whilst in Waterdeep and working as... an accountant." Leaning back, he raises is eyebrows and looks about, clearly pleased with himself. Opens his mouth to continue but stops as Sir Darak walks over.
Wheeze whistles through his teeth and then stares at Sir Darak for a little too long, towards the creepy end of long, clearly impressed by the entrance. After remembering himself he says "I....I haunt your dreams? Blimey. I am sorry."
((Sorry for poor formatting, on my phone.))
N/A
Sir Darak Darkhall: The Knight abruptly sits, fist propped under his chin, deep in thought a moment before replying, "No, it is I who am sorry, master Gnome..." A sorrowful expression crosses his face as he continues, "... for I have stood idle witness to your deaths... countless times... within my darkest nightmares. My only hope is now that I have found you, I may... prevent... prevent..." Darak trails off.
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Zera turns and looks at the knight, those watching her face might see, for a brief moment, an expression of terror cross it, but she hides it quickly when she hears his words.
“Come, We would be honored if you would join us Sir Darak Darkhall! I have heard tales of your father’s noble deeds. Your dreams sound most disturbing, but perhaps we are meant to meet here this night. I’d love to hear your tale.”
As Friar Xavier takes a seat, and asks Veil about her own story, she would take a sip from her ale cup and then set it down. "My story is a bit dire." She finally says, her ears twitching a bit in some emotion. "As it seems we are sharing though, I will tell it..." She pauses a moment more, emerald eyes going distant. "When I was a cub my ma and pa and I were traveling from our home to a nearby town, as we often did. Out of no where a strange portal opened, and two wizards stepped through. They were throwing magic at each other so fast, and uncaring of who else was around, that the air was filled with the feel of magic." She stares down into her ale glass for a long moment, clearly reliving the time in her head. "We ran, but magic was everywhere. we hid, but there was no place the magic didn't reach. It was everywhere, lightning sizzling the air, fireballs exploding, strange creatures summoned to rend and destroy..." Her face lifted from looking into her cup then, and a fire smoldered in those emerald eyes now, hatred and determination combined into something deadly. "I still no not how I lived through it, my parents did not. One day though I will find those wizards and, from this day until then, I will make myself a weapon that will be capable of making them pay for their deeds..."
She has just finished this story as Darak walks up to the table with his pronouncement. Glancing up to meet the knight's eyes she still has the burning of hate and death in her own eyes, but works to blink that away as she listens to his words. "Seems like we all have our ghosts to deal with." She says as he finishes. "Maybe we can aid each other in our goals."
Wheeze
He looks a little frightened by the pure fury in Veil's words and eyes, but does his best to hide it.
Roll for DM
Dice rolls for perception check to see if noticed Zera's brief terror
14
11 in case at disadvantage
"Yes, yes, sit. Please sit." Wheeze raises his hand to attract a servers attention. "A drink for this man, please. On me." He pays the server. @DM let me know how much.
"If it doesn't pain you, please tell us more of these nightmares. Most times they mean nothing, but they can be more. Much more. I suffer from some visions myself." He sighs. "It's something of an interest of mine...I'm not really an accountant...at least not properly" He taps his nose a few times and winks "I study the art of Divination, you see. So I might be able to help, now or in the future." He snorts briefly at his own terrible joke. "Maybe, for now, you just want to drink for a bit?"
N/A
Zera smiles at the knight as he approaches, and turns to Veil and says “A fascinating tale, Veil. I wish you good luck in your quest.. Welcome Sir Darak, can I buy you a drink? ...”. Gesturing for a server, she then quietly motions towards the eladrin in the corner. “Do any of you know that eladrin? He seems to be watching our little group?”
Its 4cp
My Homebrew world, Magibis
Improved Hex(spell)
Cult Brute(monster)