Leann gives Kaallandra a raised eyebrow. "Only thing I did was give your friends an actual chance of winning." She says with a shrug. "I've cauht up now, and no one can say i didn't drink my fair share now." She nods to the three empty glasses she just finished.
Right alongside Jack, Brin, Brock, and Yashin, she downs her next two drinks. At the end of those two both Yashin and Brin are passed-out-drunk, Yashin laying with his head on the table, but Brin slipping to the floor.
Jack gives a shrug and turns to Leann. "I'll give in if you let me have the big guy there when this is all said and done." His eyes are hard as they glance to Yashin's unconscious form. "You'll give in regardless." Leann informed Jack with a cool glare that had him squirming a bit in his seat. He sighs and nods. "Last three drinks then?" Leann says, turning to Brock. She downs 3 more, as does Jack. At the end of the 3 Jack lays his head on his arms, clearly not drunk, but obviously giving in. Brock is done in though, slipping to the floor next to Brin.
At the end only Leann is sitting, looking stone-cold sober. There is muttering in the crowd about the game being rigged, but no one balks at paying up what is owed. The crowd soon moves back to their own seats, a bit grumpy but content with the outcome.
"Well that was fun." Leann says, eyeing Kallandra nearby. Jack lifts his head, looking just as sober as Leann herself. "I think I've finished with my work for the night, see you around mage." She then looks to Jack. "Come on, you can share my room tonight..." He looks a bit less than enthused by this, but follows the blond out of the common room. (as long as no one tries to stop them from going...)
Brock's drunken slur has several of the crowd grumbling louder, and turning to the serving girl. The thickly-muscled half-orc steps up next to her, glaring at those pressing her and accusing her of cheating. "You all know better." The half-orc snaps at them. "The house does not involve itself in this sort of thing, nothing but good ale was in any of those cups." The muttering dies out soon enough, under the stoney eyes of the half-orc and the amused ones from the red-haired teifling lass.
The Tabaxi woman looks like she has been in the heavy cream a bit, looking quite pleased with herself as she pats a bursting sack of coins at her side. She clearly had bet on the winner being Leann, and had made out quite well from the looks of it. After a bit a heavily-muscled man, one that you would have seen in the common room earlier, walks in from outside. He frowns over the prone forms, then moves to Brin, hoisting the burly dwarf over his shoulder as if he weighed nothing. Without a word he carries the dwarf out.
"Best be taking care of your boys there." The red-haired tiefling says to Kallandra. "If you need help getting them out of here, just say the word and Gnak there can give a hand." She nods to the half-orc.
Why don't you take care of them? I can help. They won't allow magic here, but I don't follow such nonsense. Leave them to me, or invite them to step outside and we'll have some fun.
Now is not the time, my little friend. Undoubtedly they serve our adversary..****y his minions are so damn arrogant. But this is probably a little fun at our expense. I suspect magic of their own is involved.
"Well that was fun." Leann says, eyeing Kallandra nearby. Jack lifts his head, looking just as sober as Leann herself. "I think I've finished with my work for the night, see you around mage." She then looks to Jack. "Come on, you can share my room tonight..." He looks a bit less than enthused by this, but follows the blond out of the common room. (as long as no one tries to stop them from going...)
"Glad you enjoyed yourself. I doubt you'll find the next encounter as...fun as this one."
Kallandra eyes the pair as they walk away, then smirks as another one of their enemies carries Brin. She carefully notes the faces. After they are gone, she once more puts a hand on each of her companions and restores their faculties. Looking up, she catches Ichika's eye and sighs. 'Men' she mouths.
Why don't you take care of them? I can help. They won't allow magic here, but I don't follow such nonsense. Leave them to me, or invite them to step outside and we'll have some fun.
Now is not the time, my little friend. Undoubtedly they serve our adversary..****y his minions are so damn arrogant. But this is probably a little fun at our expense. I suspect magic of their own is involved.
The perched arachnid makes its way back to the crest of Kallandra's shoulder once more. In astrange manner, there's a faint noise like a sigh.
You are...boring, I'm afraid. Let the cheaters be cheated and beaten. If they don't like the game, they shouldn't play above their station. More for me later, I suppose.
The hissing voice sounds entirely bored with how things played out. The spider begins crawling down Kallandra's arm.
I might have a word with your friends. Who is the pretty one by the bar? The one who left the pissing match after you. I'd talk to the other two, but they'd probably panic in a drunken stupor thinking I was a ghost.
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
As the crowd dissipates, Ichika is finally able to move the table. She meets Kallandra's eye and sighs, looking down at their drunken and pretty much unconscious friends. "I wonder what was the purpose of all these." She says, looking around musingly. "They picked something they knew they'd win. Doubt they were in it for the betting money."
She moves to hook her arm around Brock and help lift him back onto the table. Her eyes catches a little black dot moving down Kallandra's arm. She flicks it away. "You've got a bug on your arm." She explains.
The perched arachnid makes its way back to the crest of Kallandra's shoulder once more. In astrange manner, there's a faint noise like a sigh.
You are...boring, I'm afraid. Let the cheaters be cheated and beaten. If they don't like the game, they shouldn't play above their station. More for me later, I suppose.
The hissing voice sounds entirely bored with how things played out. The spider begins crawling down Kallandra's arm.
I might have a word with your friends. Who is the pretty one by the bar? The one who left the pissing match after you. I'd talk to the other two, but they'd probably panic in a drunken stupor thinking I was a ghost.
You're no fount of excitement yourself, whoever you are, Kallandra thinks with a mental chuckle. But we...and I think you, now...have a greater purpose than fun. Trust me, little one, you will soon have all the fun you can handle. And her name is Ichika.
As the crowd dissipates, Ichika is finally able to move the table. She meets Kallandra's eye and sighs, looking down at their drunken and pretty much unconscious friends. "I wonder what was the purpose of all these." She says, looking around musingly. "They picked something they knew they'd win. Doubt they were in it for the betting money."
She moves to hook her arm around Brock and help lift him back onto the table. Her eyes catches a little black dot moving down Kallandra's arm. She flicks it away. "You've got a bug on your arm." She explains.
Kallandra nods, "Yes, I think you're right, Ichika. Maybe they just wanted to take our measure."
Seeing Ichika about to flick the spider, she tries to flinch away but isn't fast enough. Sorry, little friend. She thinks at him.
"That wasn't a bug...not really, I don't think. It was speaking with me. It may have been a familiar. I think the gods have sent us a new companion. He said I was boring because I didn't attack those three," she says quietly. "I don't know his or her or its name. Sounded male though, the tone, if you catch my meaning." and she tapped her head to indicate telepathic communication.
The burly half-orc helps get yashin to his feet. The red-haired tiefling lass moves back to stand near the bar, not overly far from the half-elf leaning in her same spot, sipping her wine. There is no problem getting Brock and yashin up to their rooms.
The tabaxi woman leaves ahead of those taking Yashin and brock out, padding out on silent feet and off to her own room as well. Leann and Jack are no where to be seen, nor is the big human who carried Brin out.
The half-elf is still standing at the bar, though the common area is emptying out, only a few continuing to stay to drink and talk.
Is there anything anyone wishes to do today still? It is likely after midnight by this point, so you would all be feeling the effects of the hard ride to get here, plus the extended time in the common room, during the drinking contest. I'll give a bit for any RP you want to do further here.
As the crowd dissipates, Ichika is finally able to move the table. She meets Kallandra's eye and sighs, looking down at their drunken and pretty much unconscious friends. "I wonder what was the purpose of all these." She says, looking around musingly. "They picked something they knew they'd win. Doubt they were in it for the betting money."
She moves to hook her arm around Brock and help lift him back onto the table. Her eyes catches a little black dot moving down Kallandra's arm. She flicks it away. "You've got a bug on your arm." She explains.
The bug goes tumbling and bounces off the floorboards before skittering away under the table.
Well, that was rude.
The raspy whisper creeps into the back of Ichika's mind for a moment.
Not that I didn't love it. Your enthusiasm pleases me. I think we'll have fun. The other one seems a bit up on herself, wouldn't you say?
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Kallandra follows her friends up and says to Ichika, “We should set a watch tonight. I don’t trust those people to leave us unmolested. I’ll trance for 4 hours while you watch and then I’ll take over, if that’s works?”
Sadly, no. I have...reservations elsewhere with more regular company. I will join you all in the morning when you leave.
The little spider can be seen from a few tables away scurrying across the floor towards the door.
Outside the inn around the side between the neighboring building, a group of sorry-looking vagabonds huddle together in darkness. One nearest to the street sits facing out, head tucked low under heavy, piecemeal travel clothes. Before him rests a small box with a slitted top and a sign that read, "Cursed with sick and repentant. Mercy, please." Seven total sit in the alley, but one in the center lies awake. Huddled against the inn's exterior, he gazes out with milky eyes. A finger is raises in a shushing way to his lips as he speaks in hushed tones. His hair is stark white and matted. Half of his face is scarred from years-old injury, and several of his teeth are chipped or cracked.
He finally finishes speaking as his hand falls to rest on an ornate cane atop a thick tome in his lap. A familiar spider with peculiar markings creeps onto his leg, then on top of his hand. "Well done, little one. Now, the next job begins." The spider is placed before the seated man as he produces a pouch filled with powder mixed with crushed plants. He chants an incantation for several minutes over a handful of the powder, then blows it into a cloud over the arachnid when finished. When the dust settles, a raven now stands before him. "Find the three troublemakers. If any of them even get up to piss in the night, wake me immediately." The bird then flies away in haste leave its master in peace until dawn.
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"That wasn't a bug...not really, I don't think. It was speaking with me. It may have been a familiar. I think the gods have sent us a new companion. He said I was boring because I didn't attack those three," she says quietly. "I don't know his or her or its name. Sounded male though, the tone, if you catch my meaning." and she tapped her head to indicate telepathic communication.
Ichika blinks. She looks into Kallandra's eyes and focuses on her words, her gaze sincere and grave as if what she says is incredible important, even though she's not sure she knows entirely what she's talking about, but she treats it seriously regardless. "I understand." She nods, slowly, still digesting the news.
The raspy whisper creeps into the back of Ichika's mind for a moment.
Not that I didn't love it. Your enthusiasm pleases me. I think we'll have fun. The other one seems a bit up on herself, wouldn't you say?
"Please don't talk about her like that." Ichika blurts. Then she realizes she's speaking to the air. The weird scratchy noise is crawling into her head and makes her somewhat uncomfortable, like someone's tickling her brain. What a strange night. She sighs. "She was looking after us." She adds quietly, a little weary, not sure if the spider can hear her or... how this is supposed to work.
Kallandra follows her friends up and says to Ichika, “We should set a watch tonight. I don’t trust those people to leave us unmolested. I’ll trance for 4 hours while you watch and then I’ll take over, if that’s works?”
"Yeah." Ichika nods. She's worried about those people as well. Especially their vague motives that is unsettling. "I can nap in the wagon once they wake up tomorrow."
Sadly, no. I have...reservations elsewhere with more regular company. I will join you all in the morning when you leave.
The little spider can be seen from a few tables away scurrying across the floor towards the door.
Outside the inn around the side between the neighboring building, a group of sorry-looking vagabonds huddle together in darkness. One nearest to the street sits facing out, head tucked low under heavy, piecemeal travel clothes. Before him rests a small box with a slitted top and a sign that read, "Cursed with sick and repentant. Mercy, please." Seven total sit in the alley, but one in the center lies awake. Huddled against the inn's exterior, he gazes out with milky eyes. A finger is raises in a shushing way to his lips as he speaks in hushed tones. His hair is stark white and matted. Half of his face is scarred from years-old injury, and several of his teeth are chipped or cracked.
He finally finishes speaking as his hand falls to rest on an ornate cane atop a thick tome in his lap. A familiar spider with peculiar markings creeps onto his leg, then on top of his hand. "Well done, little one. Now, the next job begins." The spider is placed before the seated man as he produces a pouch filled with powder mixed with crushed plants. He chants an incantation for several minutes over a handful of the powder, then blows it into a cloud over the arachnid when finished. When the dust settles, a raven now stands before him. "Find the three troublemakers. If any of them even get up to piss in the night, wake me immediately." The bird then flies away in haste leave its master in peace until dawn.
The raven keeps watch throughout the night, but doesn't spot the three in question moving around at all.
The night passes uneventfully. It is a slightly later start than normal, for you at least, as you get going in the morning. There is no sign yet of Leann, Jack, or Brin as you gather in the common room for a quick breakfast. The half-elf is there though, as is the big human that carried Brin from the area last night. The tabaxi with the full purse, from the betting last night, is also there. A variety of others are up as well, the common area fairly full as many get ready to be on the road again.
Yashin and Brock feel uncommonly good this morning. There would be a definite feeling that someone had used magic to clear away the effects of last night's drinking.
Ssej, who spent much of last night in his room, eats quickly and is ready to be on the road. (For Barlow, Ssej is a lizardfolk whose player is currently having some RL issues so is not able to post. They are just tagging along until their player can post regularly again.)
Anything the group wishes to do prior to leaving the inn? It is already a later start than you would normaly do, thanks to staying up so late drinking. You likely will only get 12 hours of travel in this day as it is...
In the waking city street, only the most observant eye would see dirt peel away in an inconspicuous alley to reveal a disheveled man crawling out of an earthen bed. The cloaked and wrapped companions seem not to notice him until he rouses them to life. Once all are up and moving, two flank the dusty man, one with a donation box and another carrying a sign proclaiming proclaiming sorry state to affairs. The group lingers a while at the mouth of the alley. Despite Grishkar's pleas for charity from passers-by, he seems to be waiting for something.
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Brock while eating looks sheepishly at the rest of the group probably explained what happened last night “Sorry for the inconvenience, but it seems we learn some new things about our enemies. One, they are most likely immune to the effects of poison. Two ,Leann and Jack are definitely working together. Three, Brin is most likely not part of their group, but may still be targeting us. Though I wouldn’t know why a secret keeper would go against Moradin’s will,” he says quickly over the meal while getting ready for the road.
The group only takes long enough to speak a bit over breakfast, then move to get their horses and wagon. Soon you are mounted up and pulling out of the inn's courtyard, and passing by an old begger man standing at the head of an alley. He holds a donation box and has a sign proclaiming sorry state to affairs.
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Brin saves:
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12 ... 14
13 ... 20
14 ... 24
15 ... 21
Leann gives Kaallandra a raised eyebrow. "Only thing I did was give your friends an actual chance of winning." She says with a shrug. "I've cauht up now, and no one can say i didn't drink my fair share now." She nods to the three empty glasses she just finished.
Right alongside Jack, Brin, Brock, and Yashin, she downs her next two drinks. At the end of those two both Yashin and Brin are passed-out-drunk, Yashin laying with his head on the table, but Brin slipping to the floor.
Jack gives a shrug and turns to Leann. "I'll give in if you let me have the big guy there when this is all said and done." His eyes are hard as they glance to Yashin's unconscious form.
"You'll give in regardless." Leann informed Jack with a cool glare that had him squirming a bit in his seat. He sighs and nods.
"Last three drinks then?" Leann says, turning to Brock. She downs 3 more, as does Jack. At the end of the 3 Jack lays his head on his arms, clearly not drunk, but obviously giving in. Brock is done in though, slipping to the floor next to Brin.
At the end only Leann is sitting, looking stone-cold sober. There is muttering in the crowd about the game being rigged, but no one balks at paying up what is owed. The crowd soon moves back to their own seats, a bit grumpy but content with the outcome.
"Well that was fun." Leann says, eyeing Kallandra nearby. Jack lifts his head, looking just as sober as Leann herself. "I think I've finished with my work for the night, see you around mage." She then looks to Jack. "Come on, you can share my room tonight..." He looks a bit less than enthused by this, but follows the blond out of the common room. (as long as no one tries to stop them from going...)
“Did they give you water or something,” says a dissatisfied Brock before killing over on Yashin. Loud Dwarven snoring ensues.
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
Brock's drunken slur has several of the crowd grumbling louder, and turning to the serving girl. The thickly-muscled half-orc steps up next to her, glaring at those pressing her and accusing her of cheating. "You all know better." The half-orc snaps at them. "The house does not involve itself in this sort of thing, nothing but good ale was in any of those cups." The muttering dies out soon enough, under the stoney eyes of the half-orc and the amused ones from the red-haired teifling lass.
The Tabaxi woman looks like she has been in the heavy cream a bit, looking quite pleased with herself as she pats a bursting sack of coins at her side. She clearly had bet on the winner being Leann, and had made out quite well from the looks of it. After a bit a heavily-muscled man, one that you would have seen in the common room earlier, walks in from outside. He frowns over the prone forms, then moves to Brin, hoisting the burly dwarf over his shoulder as if he weighed nothing. Without a word he carries the dwarf out.
"Best be taking care of your boys there." The red-haired tiefling says to Kallandra. "If you need help getting them out of here, just say the word and Gnak there can give a hand." She nods to the half-orc.
Now is not the time, my little friend. Undoubtedly they serve our adversary..****y his minions are so damn arrogant. But this is probably a little fun at our expense. I suspect magic of their own is involved.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
"Glad you enjoyed yourself. I doubt you'll find the next encounter as...fun as this one."
Kallandra eyes the pair as they walk away, then smirks as another one of their enemies carries Brin. She carefully notes the faces. After they are gone, she once more puts a hand on each of her companions and restores their faculties. Looking up, she catches Ichika's eye and sighs. 'Men' she mouths.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
The perched arachnid makes its way back to the crest of Kallandra's shoulder once more. In astrange manner, there's a faint noise like a sigh.
You are...boring, I'm afraid. Let the cheaters be cheated and beaten. If they don't like the game, they shouldn't play above their station. More for me later, I suppose.
The hissing voice sounds entirely bored with how things played out. The spider begins crawling down Kallandra's arm.
I might have a word with your friends. Who is the pretty one by the bar? The one who left the pissing match after you. I'd talk to the other two, but they'd probably panic in a drunken stupor thinking I was a ghost.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
As the crowd dissipates, Ichika is finally able to move the table. She meets Kallandra's eye and sighs, looking down at their drunken and pretty much unconscious friends. "I wonder what was the purpose of all these." She says, looking around musingly. "They picked something they knew they'd win. Doubt they were in it for the betting money."
She moves to hook her arm around Brock and help lift him back onto the table. Her eyes catches a little black dot moving down Kallandra's arm. She flicks it away. "You've got a bug on your arm." She explains.
You're no fount of excitement yourself, whoever you are, Kallandra thinks with a mental chuckle. But we...and I think you, now...have a greater purpose than fun. Trust me, little one, you will soon have all the fun you can handle. And her name is Ichika.
Kallandra nods, "Yes, I think you're right, Ichika. Maybe they just wanted to take our measure."
Seeing Ichika about to flick the spider, she tries to flinch away but isn't fast enough. Sorry, little friend. She thinks at him.
"That wasn't a bug...not really, I don't think. It was speaking with me. It may have been a familiar. I think the gods have sent us a new companion. He said I was boring because I didn't attack those three," she says quietly. "I don't know his or her or its name. Sounded male though, the tone, if you catch my meaning." and she tapped her head to indicate telepathic communication.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
The burly half-orc helps get yashin to his feet. The red-haired tiefling lass moves back to stand near the bar, not overly far from the half-elf leaning in her same spot, sipping her wine. There is no problem getting Brock and yashin up to their rooms.
The tabaxi woman leaves ahead of those taking Yashin and brock out, padding out on silent feet and off to her own room as well. Leann and Jack are no where to be seen, nor is the big human who carried Brin out.
The half-elf is still standing at the bar, though the common area is emptying out, only a few continuing to stay to drink and talk.
Is there anything anyone wishes to do today still? It is likely after midnight by this point, so you would all be feeling the effects of the hard ride to get here, plus the extended time in the common room, during the drinking contest. I'll give a bit for any RP you want to do further here.
The bug goes tumbling and bounces off the floorboards before skittering away under the table.
Well, that was rude.
The raspy whisper creeps into the back of Ichika's mind for a moment.
Not that I didn't love it. Your enthusiasm pleases me. I think we'll have fun. The other one seems a bit up on herself, wouldn't you say?
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Kallandra follows her friends up and says to Ichika, “We should set a watch tonight. I don’t trust those people to leave us unmolested. I’ll trance for 4 hours while you watch and then I’ll take over, if that’s works?”
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
And you our Little friend, will you be joining us?
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Sadly, no. I have...reservations elsewhere with more regular company. I will join you all in the morning when you leave.
The little spider can be seen from a few tables away scurrying across the floor towards the door.
Outside the inn around the side between the neighboring building, a group of sorry-looking vagabonds huddle together in darkness. One nearest to the street sits facing out, head tucked low under heavy, piecemeal travel clothes. Before him rests a small box with a slitted top and a sign that read, "Cursed with sick and repentant. Mercy, please." Seven total sit in the alley, but one in the center lies awake. Huddled against the inn's exterior, he gazes out with milky eyes. A finger is raises in a shushing way to his lips as he speaks in hushed tones. His hair is stark white and matted. Half of his face is scarred from years-old injury, and several of his teeth are chipped or cracked.
He finally finishes speaking as his hand falls to rest on an ornate cane atop a thick tome in his lap. A familiar spider with peculiar markings creeps onto his leg, then on top of his hand. "Well done, little one. Now, the next job begins." The spider is placed before the seated man as he produces a pouch filled with powder mixed with crushed plants. He chants an incantation for several minutes over a handful of the powder, then blows it into a cloud over the arachnid when finished. When the dust settles, a raven now stands before him. "Find the three troublemakers. If any of them even get up to piss in the night, wake me immediately." The bird then flies away in haste leave its master in peace until dawn.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Ichika blinks. She looks into Kallandra's eyes and focuses on her words, her gaze sincere and grave as if what she says is incredible important, even though she's not sure she knows entirely what she's talking about, but she treats it seriously regardless. "I understand." She nods, slowly, still digesting the news.
"Please don't talk about her like that." Ichika blurts. Then she realizes she's speaking to the air. The weird scratchy noise is crawling into her head and makes her somewhat uncomfortable, like someone's tickling her brain. What a strange night. She sighs. "She was looking after us." She adds quietly, a little weary, not sure if the spider can hear her or... how this is supposed to work.
"Yeah." Ichika nods. She's worried about those people as well. Especially their vague motives that is unsettling. "I can nap in the wagon once they wake up tomorrow."
The raven keeps watch throughout the night, but doesn't spot the three in question moving around at all.
The night passes uneventfully. It is a slightly later start than normal, for you at least, as you get going in the morning. There is no sign yet of Leann, Jack, or Brin as you gather in the common room for a quick breakfast. The half-elf is there though, as is the big human that carried Brin from the area last night. The tabaxi with the full purse, from the betting last night, is also there. A variety of others are up as well, the common area fairly full as many get ready to be on the road again.
Yashin and Brock feel uncommonly good this morning. There would be a definite feeling that someone had used magic to clear away the effects of last night's drinking.
Ssej, who spent much of last night in his room, eats quickly and is ready to be on the road. (For Barlow, Ssej is a lizardfolk whose player is currently having some RL issues so is not able to post. They are just tagging along until their player can post regularly again.)
Anything the group wishes to do prior to leaving the inn? It is already a later start than you would normaly do, thanks to staying up so late drinking. You likely will only get 12 hours of travel in this day as it is...
In the waking city street, only the most observant eye would see dirt peel away in an inconspicuous alley to reveal a disheveled man crawling out of an earthen bed. The cloaked and wrapped companions seem not to notice him until he rouses them to life. Once all are up and moving, two flank the dusty man, one with a donation box and another carrying a sign proclaiming proclaiming sorry state to affairs. The group lingers a while at the mouth of the alley. Despite Grishkar's pleas for charity from passers-by, he seems to be waiting for something.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Brock while eating looks sheepishly at the rest of the group probably explained what happened last night “Sorry for the inconvenience, but it seems we learn some new things about our enemies. One, they are most likely immune to the effects of poison. Two ,Leann and Jack are definitely working together. Three, Brin is most likely not part of their group, but may still be targeting us. Though I wouldn’t know why a secret keeper would go against Moradin’s will,” he says quickly over the meal while getting ready for the road.
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
The group only takes long enough to speak a bit over breakfast, then move to get their horses and wagon. Soon you are mounted up and pulling out of the inn's courtyard, and passing by an old begger man standing at the head of an alley. He holds a donation box and has a sign proclaiming sorry state to affairs.