Darien laughs as Fizz explains his drink. "Yes! I've heard of milk. Though maybe not dragon milk... Anyway, I just wasn't expecting milk in that mug there."
He thanks the half-orc as the breakfast is delivered. "Very much appreciated. Not all that light, but no complaints if it's on the house!" He slowly picks at the food while watching the others.
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He still is lost in thought, the mysterious figure not ignoring, but not hearing Fizz, either. Head just slanted to the side as he gets devoured by his thoughts. Jin eventually straightens his head as he observes the other two. Giving them a single grunt in greetings. Then a hand wrapped in cloth wrappings comes up to move... a little plate on his mouth. Sliding it upwards to reveal his mouth. The first time they see skin of this deadly martial artist.
Indeed, a creature of flesh and blood, and not some eldritch horror or whatever the minds of his companions- and perhaps Durnan, and anyone else curious- was thinking he may be. For underneath that plate, is normal, pale skin. Flawless. The color of his scruff hair is a strange, otherworldly silver. Maybe one would imagine him to be old with that hue. The coloring of his hair suggests that he is... but the lack of line, the way it's been sculpted, suggests early twenties. For a moment. He smiles. It's a charming thing. Friendly. Perhaps it would be moreso if the rest of his face were revealed.
He takes one sip of his cup of ale, one bite of his food. Then... one clothed finger pulls up his plate, hiding his mouth once more.
He grunts. A beat. Then two more words are spoken. "Trollskull. Tavern." He speaks with a deep voice, masculine. Calm. Rumbling. In the real world you might call that accent Russian. You would be wrong, for it is Illuskan.
Last Sheaf is known for celebrating the harvest, and as such, farming-related games and events occur over the course of the day before the Great Feast, a gluttonous festival full of ham, turkey, and more exotic meats, commonly given at a festhall.
The man grunts at this news. Most would call that grunt indifferent. But Jin's noise is full emotion. Unhappy that so many people died. Concerned for them. Their loved ones they left behind. A righteous soul resonates inside this robed figure. He makes one sweeping motion towards the direction of Trollskull Alley that has one clear meaning:
If it is at all possible Fizz's face lights up with even more excitement at the mention of the festival. "Oh my! We are in for a treat. I have always wanted to see a real city festival, never had anything like that at home. Maybe they'd let me put on a show!" As he says this he leans over towards Darien's plate of food and snatches up a piece of sausage and starts eating it.
Having been reprimanded for being a bit too loud a twice already he leans in towards Gadhan and whispers "Sorry, I'll keep it down... you don't look well...."
He is chewing his stolen sausage as the guards enter the room. "A fireball!!! Sorry I missed that I bet it was quite spectacle and it happened right on our front door!"
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"Gadhan! It's really pretty quiet in here!" Darien says in a joking tone, that's probably a bit louder than really necessary. He turns and almost says something to Fizz when the members of the City Watch interrupt.
After listening to the Watch - as well as watching Jin pointing in some seemingly random direction - he stands and heads over.
"I am Darien Amblestaff, one of the owners. Most of us are here..." He glances seeing the room, seeing most of the group. But a couple faces he still hasn't seemed to see yet this morning. "I guess I haven't seen a couple of us. Do you have any idea what this was all about?"
There is another grunt, one full of disapproval. One grunt, full of disapproval for Fizz. Not so much for the missing of the spectacle but for the lack of regard for others' lives. This is followed by a thumbs down, aimed at the party's bard. Using both hands. Then without a word, the silent monk starts to get up. Making his way towards the scene of the crime.
"Hey Jin, your my favorite right now because you know what a proper level of noise is in the morning, so wait for me.". All the while looking Darien with daggers in his eyes.
The City Watch offers to walk with the party to Trollskull Manor. "Seeing as gang war activities have increased, it's the least we can do for you amidst the spectacle."
You walk down the familiar, horse cart-filled streets of a Waterdeep in autumn, before arriving at your establishment, Trollskull Manor. You notice a blockade of City Watch and City Guard soldiers keeping crowds out of what is presumably the crime scene- a seething mess of burnt cobblestone and humanoid remains. Amidst the rubble you see familiar attire, albeit slightly tattered: a telltale sign of an agent of the Zhentarim- a crime group your party had recently fought in a warehouse to get to the sewer system- clearly killed in the blast.
Robin is an attractive human-looking woman with red hair that almost looks black in some lights. She wears a set of scale mail under a long, knee-length, cloak. At her waist is a light crossbow and a set of daggers, along with a component pouch. Her emerald eyes are intent as she sits at the table with the others at the Yawning Portal. As she is drinking a morning ale, and wondering why they didn’t just eat at their own place, instead of meeting here of all places, she glances up as the guard comes running inside.
“A fireball?” She says with a frown. “Why would...” She doesn’t bother to finish the question,t his guard would not have that information regardless. She stands up and nods to the others. “We best go and have a look, access damage and whatnot.” Sweeping towards the door she brushes the long strands of her red hair behind an ear.
The intimidating height of the silent monk falls upon the guards keeping everyone out. He stares at them for several moments behind his mask, the hooded figure gesturing towards the injured. A few more gestures. He wants to help those who survived, but were injured by the blast. Can the guards tell what he's trying to communicate?
To make things a bit more clear, he pulls out his herbalism kit.
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Fizz scoops up another one of Darien's sausages, mightily chugs the remainder of his milk and slams the tankard down on the table. As he hops down off his chair, he wipes the milk from his upper lip he hurries to catch up to Jin. Blissfully ignorant of Jin's intended meaning Fizz says in a more serious tone, "I'm disappointed we missed the fireball too but we have to remember people were hurt in the explosion."He continues on the with the party towards the manor softly whistling a light melody.
As they get to the manor Fizz gasps slightly at the chaos and destruction. Scared that there might be another explosion he stays close to his larger companions as they explore the wreckage. Fizz lightly jumps over any rubble to approach the manor looking inquisitively at the body and the scene.
Gadhan grabs his coinpurse and whispers to himself, then start to shake off the hangover. (Asking his god for some relief.) To the guards he asks "Do we have any witnesses that we may speak with?"
A captain-looking City Watch member turns to you. "Yes, actually. Three witnesses have been discovered so far, but I admit that City Watch members are a bit intimidating, thus we have no information from them yet."
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Darien laughs as Fizz explains his drink. "Yes! I've heard of milk. Though maybe not dragon milk... Anyway, I just wasn't expecting milk in that mug there."
He thanks the half-orc as the breakfast is delivered. "Very much appreciated. Not all that light, but no complaints if it's on the house!" He slowly picks at the food while watching the others.
(History check for knowledge of Last Sheaf: 25)
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History Check: 12 (still trying to get a computer so I can properly roll)
He still is lost in thought, the mysterious figure not ignoring, but not hearing Fizz, either. Head just slanted to the side as he gets devoured by his thoughts. Jin eventually straightens his head as he observes the other two. Giving them a single grunt in greetings. Then a hand wrapped in cloth wrappings comes up to move... a little plate on his mouth. Sliding it upwards to reveal his mouth. The first time they see skin of this deadly martial artist.
Indeed, a creature of flesh and blood, and not some eldritch horror or whatever the minds of his companions- and perhaps Durnan, and anyone else curious- was thinking he may be. For underneath that plate, is normal, pale skin. Flawless. The color of his scruff hair is a strange, otherworldly silver. Maybe one would imagine him to be old with that hue. The coloring of his hair suggests that he is... but the lack of line, the way it's been sculpted, suggests early twenties. For a moment. He smiles. It's a charming thing. Friendly. Perhaps it would be moreso if the rest of his face were revealed.
He takes one sip of his cup of ale, one bite of his food. Then... one clothed finger pulls up his plate, hiding his mouth once more.
He grunts. A beat. Then two more words are spoken. "Trollskull. Tavern." He speaks with a deep voice, masculine. Calm. Rumbling. In the real world you might call that accent Russian. You would be wrong, for it is Illuskan.
Last Sheaf is a Thanksgiving-like holiday celebrating the year's harvest and bounty.
Fizz racks his brain for stories about the holiday.
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As the party gathers within the Yawning Portal, a City Watch scout rushes into the room.
"Where are the owners of Trollskull Manor? Some sixteen people were set ablaze by a fireball outside your establishment!"
A second City Watch member adds, "You're not in trouble, we're just making sure we know where you are if you were caught within the blaze."
Last Sheaf is known for celebrating the harvest, and as such, farming-related games and events occur over the course of the day before the Great Feast, a gluttonous festival full of ham, turkey, and more exotic meats, commonly given at a festhall.
The man grunts at this news. Most would call that grunt indifferent. But Jin's noise is full emotion. Unhappy that so many people died. Concerned for them. Their loved ones they left behind. A righteous soul resonates inside this robed figure. He makes one sweeping motion towards the direction of Trollskull Alley that has one clear meaning:
Onwards.
"Again! Why must everyone be so loud!" Gadhan raising his own voice this time, and smashing his first on the table. Then grabbing at his own head.
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If it is at all possible Fizz's face lights up with even more excitement at the mention of the festival. "Oh my! We are in for a treat. I have always wanted to see a real city festival, never had anything like that at home. Maybe they'd let me put on a show!" As he says this he leans over towards Darien's plate of food and snatches up a piece of sausage and starts eating it.
Having been reprimanded for being a bit too loud a twice already he leans in towards Gadhan and whispers "Sorry, I'll keep it down... you don't look well...."
He is chewing his stolen sausage as the guards enter the room. "A fireball!!! Sorry I missed that I bet it was quite spectacle and it happened right on our front door!"
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"Gadhan! It's really pretty quiet in here!" Darien says in a joking tone, that's probably a bit louder than really necessary. He turns and almost says something to Fizz when the members of the City Watch interrupt.
After listening to the Watch - as well as watching Jin pointing in some seemingly random direction - he stands and heads over.
"I am Darien Amblestaff, one of the owners. Most of us are here..." He glances seeing the room, seeing most of the group. But a couple faces he still hasn't seemed to see yet this morning. "I guess I haven't seen a couple of us. Do you have any idea what this was all about?"
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There is another grunt, one full of disapproval. One grunt, full of disapproval for Fizz. Not so much for the missing of the spectacle but for the lack of regard for others' lives. This is followed by a thumbs down, aimed at the party's bard. Using both hands. Then without a word, the silent monk starts to get up. Making his way towards the scene of the crime.
"Hey Jin, your my favorite right now because you know what a proper level of noise is in the morning, so wait for me.". All the while looking Darien with daggers in his eyes.
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As per usual. Jin grunts. He never was a talkative person. He does, however, wait.
The City Watch offers to walk with the party to Trollskull Manor. "Seeing as gang war activities have increased, it's the least we can do for you amidst the spectacle."
You walk down the familiar, horse cart-filled streets of a Waterdeep in autumn, before arriving at your establishment, Trollskull Manor. You notice a blockade of City Watch and City Guard soldiers keeping crowds out of what is presumably the crime scene- a seething mess of burnt cobblestone and humanoid remains. Amidst the rubble you see familiar attire, albeit slightly tattered: a telltale sign of an agent of the Zhentarim- a crime group your party had recently fought in a warehouse to get to the sewer system- clearly killed in the blast.
(Sorry for delay...)
Robin is an attractive human-looking woman with red hair that almost looks black in some lights. She wears a set of scale mail under a long, knee-length, cloak. At her waist is a light crossbow and a set of daggers, along with a component pouch. Her emerald eyes are intent as she sits at the table with the others at the Yawning Portal. As she is drinking a morning ale, and wondering why they didn’t just eat at their own place, instead of meeting here of all places, she glances up as the guard comes running inside.
“A fireball?” She says with a frown. “Why would...” She doesn’t bother to finish the question,t his guard would not have that information regardless. She stands up and nods to the others. “We best go and have a look, access damage and whatnot.” Sweeping towards the door she brushes the long strands of her red hair behind an ear.
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The intimidating height of the silent monk falls upon the guards keeping everyone out. He stares at them for several moments behind his mask, the hooded figure gesturing towards the injured. A few more gestures. He wants to help those who survived, but were injured by the blast. Can the guards tell what he's trying to communicate?
To make things a bit more clear, he pulls out his herbalism kit.
Fizz scoops up another one of Darien's sausages, mightily chugs the remainder of his milk and slams the tankard down on the table. As he hops down off his chair, he wipes the milk from his upper lip he hurries to catch up to Jin. Blissfully ignorant of Jin's intended meaning Fizz says in a more serious tone, "I'm disappointed we missed the fireball too but we have to remember people were hurt in the explosion." He continues on the with the party towards the manor softly whistling a light melody.
As they get to the manor Fizz gasps slightly at the chaos and destruction. Scared that there might be another explosion he stays close to his larger companions as they explore the wreckage. Fizz lightly jumps over any rubble to approach the manor looking inquisitively at the body and the scene.
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Gadhan grabs his coinpurse and whispers to himself, then start to shake off the hangover. (Asking his god for some relief.) To the guards he asks "Do we have any witnesses that we may speak with?"
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A captain-looking City Watch member turns to you. "Yes, actually. Three witnesses have been discovered so far, but I admit that City Watch members are a bit intimidating, thus we have no information from them yet."