The half-orc notices a conversation, but it is not particularly meaningful to him, so he decides to move on, intent on viewing more of the town and perhaps find quarters where later on he may stay overnight.
Walking through town, you notice Rum Always Runs and The Sellsword's Tankard are taverns that provide rooms for staying, while the Restful Estate is an inn with room's available, but doesn't serve food or beverage, but is a much cheaper stay.
Bemused with this fellow I answer "just a gnome looking for some tools for a job" shooting a glance to the tables "and a fellow tinkerer admiring some fine work here". I walk over and look over the assortment of tools laid out. "Might I ask Tyr; you seem Gnomish but also have the bearing of a Dwarf what heritage do you claim?
As you step into the tavern, ale filling your nostrils, you hear a set of dice being rolled at on of the many tables. A pause takes the room before a wave of cheers erupt from the table. Tankards are smashed together, sending golden liquid flying, The quieter tables seem to be enjoying themselves as well. A woman with a flute is racking up a tune at a variation of a stage. And at the bar, washing the oak with a rag, eyes drifting up to you, is a half-orc. He nods your way and tosses the rag over his shoulder. Long black hair flows down his head like a waterfall and lands on his bare shoulders from his sleeveless jerkin.
Tyr pats you on the shoulder. He has a strong hand but it's not painful. "Well, lad, I'd reckon I've got a bit of both in me. Can't really say fer certain, though. Now, what's the job you're looking ter get tools fer? What kinda tools ya need? I've got everything here from the known world and beyond." He taps the side of his head.
Arlen smiles before saying, “well then, that’s a tidy collection”. He pulls a simple pair of pants, a long sleeve hooded shirt and the wool face mask from the pile. “How much for these”, he says staring intently at the Firbolg.
"Well met"- Hedrak nodded to the half-orc at the bar, and found a place to sit down, his shield leaning on the counter in easy reach - "I think I understand why everyone was asking me if I knew this specific tavern" - he chuckles, shaking his head - "Can I have an ale?"
Arlen smiles before saying, “well then, that’s a tidy collection”. He pulls a simple pair of pants, a long sleeve hooded shirt and the wool face mask from the pile. “How much for these”, he says staring intently at the Firbolg.
"Yep," the half-orc turns and starts filling a tankard with a one of the casks behind him. He turns back and slides you the beverage. "Seven copper. Now, I typically mind my own business, but I can't help but wonder what brings a fellow half-orc to Jakorian." It takes you a moment to notice he spoke to you in orc. He has a glimmer of intrigue in his eye.
I think back to previous adventures and quests pondering what I could possibly need. "You wouldn't happen to have a hood or any piece of equipment really that is fire resistant and waterproof?" I say while grabbing a strange contraption from the table. " What is this??? " I ask intrigued by the odd gadget.
(sorry all apparently wasn't subscribed to this channel) Halidor shakes his head at the fishmonger "Guppy's what ya wife called you last night! Fine! I don't need ya silver, I'm sure there are hungry mouths to feed round here" he heads off away from the market looking for a commonhouse or beggar too offload his catch on before heading to get a drink, he needs one after his day today
Dharrus watches the exchange between Slade and the guard while leaning against the building he came out of. He waits until Slade leaves then approaches the guard.
{orcish}"Would you believe if I told you I am on a quest to prove to my tribe I am... The Chosen One?"{/orcish} - Hedrak took a good gulp of the ale, after placing the money on the bar.
"Not hoods, but I do be havin' some items that protect ya from fire. They do go for a bit of gold, thought." The item in your hand is a rod with two different levers on it." "That be one of my more simpler inventions but works all the better." Tyr points out both levers, "This lever turns the rod into a shield, while this lever turns it into a shortsword."
As you got to leave, the man quickly reveals a piece of parchment for his pocket, and shoves it into your hand. "You didn't get this from me," he says before trying to scamper off."
Hedrak
The half-orc notices a conversation, but it is not particularly meaningful to him, so he decides to move on, intent on viewing more of the town and perhaps find quarters where later on he may stay overnight.
HEDRAK -
Walking through town, you notice Rum Always Runs and The Sellsword's Tankard are taverns that provide rooms for staying, while the Restful Estate is an inn with room's available, but doesn't serve food or beverage, but is a much cheaper stay.
Hedrak
'Rum Always Runs! That was the one people kept asking me about' - the half-orc thinks to himself, then moves inside - 'Let's find out why'
Bemused with this fellow I answer "just a gnome looking for some tools for a job" shooting a glance to the tables "and a fellow tinkerer admiring some fine work here". I walk over and look over the assortment of tools laid out. "Might I ask Tyr; you seem Gnomish but also have the bearing of a Dwarf what heritage do you claim?
HEDRAK -
As you step into the tavern, ale filling your nostrils, you hear a set of dice being rolled at on of the many tables. A pause takes the room before a wave of cheers erupt from the table. Tankards are smashed together, sending golden liquid flying, The quieter tables seem to be enjoying themselves as well. A woman with a flute is racking up a tune at a variation of a stage. And at the bar, washing the oak with a rag, eyes drifting up to you, is a half-orc. He nods your way and tosses the rag over his shoulder. Long black hair flows down his head like a waterfall and lands on his bare shoulders from his sleeveless jerkin.
ZOOK -
Tyr pats you on the shoulder. He has a strong hand but it's not painful. "Well, lad, I'd reckon I've got a bit of both in me. Can't really say fer certain, though. Now, what's the job you're looking ter get tools fer? What kinda tools ya need? I've got everything here from the known world and beyond." He taps the side of his head.
Arlen smiles before saying, “well then, that’s a tidy collection”. He pulls a simple pair of pants, a long sleeve hooded shirt and the wool face mask from the pile. “How much for these”, he says staring intently at the Firbolg.
Demon Vamp of the Abyss
Hedrak
"Well met" - Hedrak nodded to the half-orc at the bar, and found a place to sit down, his shield leaning on the counter in easy reach - "I think I understand why everyone was asking me if I knew this specific tavern" - he chuckles, shaking his head - "Can I have an ale?"
ARLEN -
(Make an intimidation check)
HEDRAK -
"Yep," the half-orc turns and starts filling a tankard with a one of the casks behind him. He turns back and slides you the beverage. "Seven copper. Now, I typically mind my own business, but I can't help but wonder what brings a fellow half-orc to Jakorian." It takes you a moment to notice he spoke to you in orc. He has a glimmer of intrigue in his eye.
I think back to previous adventures and quests pondering what I could possibly need. "You wouldn't happen to have a hood or any piece of equipment really that is fire resistant and waterproof?" I say while grabbing a strange contraption from the table. " What is this??? " I ask intrigued by the odd gadget.
(sorry all apparently wasn't subscribed to this channel) Halidor shakes his head at the fishmonger "Guppy's what ya wife called you last night! Fine! I don't need ya silver, I'm sure there are hungry mouths to feed round here" he heads off away from the market looking for a commonhouse or beggar too offload his catch on before heading to get a drink, he needs one after his day today
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OOC: holy crap was not expecting to get such a bad roll
Demon Vamp of the Abyss
Dharrus watches the exchange between Slade and the guard while leaning against the building he came out of. He waits until Slade leaves then approaches the guard.
Hedrak
{orcish}"Would you believe if I told you I am on a quest to prove to my tribe I am... The Chosen One?"{/orcish} - Hedrak took a good gulp of the ale, after placing the money on the bar.
ZOOK -
"Not hoods, but I do be havin' some items that protect ya from fire. They do go for a bit of gold, thought."
The item in your hand is a rod with two different levers on it."
"That be one of my more simpler inventions but works all the better." Tyr points out both levers, "This lever turns the rod into a shield, while this lever turns it into a shortsword."
HALIDOR -
As you got to leave, the man quickly reveals a piece of parchment for his pocket, and shoves it into your hand. "You didn't get this from me," he says before trying to scamper off."
ARLEN -
The firbolg gains their composure and clears their throat. "One gold, two silver, and six copper for the lot."
DHARRUS -
Slade does eventually leave, but he doesn't go far as he goes to sit and rest in a patch of shade nearby.
You walk up to the guard who still has her eyes locked on Slade before noticing you. "Can I help you?"
HEDRAK -
(Roll a Persuasion Check)