After the shots are consumed it takes a moment but everyone in the room besides Beck and Parker change. Anyone that looked human is clearly not. Werewolves, vampires, sidhes of all classes become clear to everyone one.
Beck shifts as you can now see the large sword that was cloaked. The man that sits between her and Parker can now be seen with black tendrils around his body, and looks as if her more or less is one with the shadows of the room.
Stefan sits as well the dagger returned to its hiding place the cane still in hand. He looks to The figure entwined in shadow. “Even in this company you seem to stand out. Might I ask who you are and what brings you to this meeting?”
Todd stumbles backwards and falls into his chair. He looks around with eyes wide and a pale, blank expression on his face. "What in the Nine Hells is going here? How did you do that?" He vigorously starts rubbing his eyes in disbelief. He slowly reaches out toward one of the black tentacles trying to poke it and see if it is real.
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Beck leans back a little and slips her sword off laying it down on the floor. “This is what we call a neutral territory bar. All creatures are welcome.” She gestures to the shot glasses. “The potions simply remove the cloaking spell from your vision, allowing you to see all clearly.” She looks at Tods. “As long as you don’t piss some high member of fae off your should be fine. In here at least. Neutral zone means no fighting in the bar, once you step out of it it’s fair game.”
Davir looks at Stefan as he sips his beer. “Eh, I’m just here for my friends.” He says gesturing to Beck and Parker.”
“So unless I’m missing something what brought us all here were notes magically delivered but know ones knows for what purpose? Does that abut sum it up?”
Beck nodded. "To my knowledge, he prepared these letters in case of his death. I know there was a spell on them to find who they were addressed to, why you were chosen. I am not sure, but he believed for whatever reason you were the people we needed to protect the city."
“Seems like poor planning on this chap’s part but nothing to be done about it now. Are we assuming he wanted us in this particular neutral bar for reasons other than it being neutral. If not we should try to figure out what our purpose as a group to be is. If I was called it can’t be for anything good.”
Gwendolyn feels like this is breaking her brain. She is not cut out for this hero stuff, she was just kidding herself with hero dreams. “Step out? Once we leave this bar do we now have targets on our back?” She is trying very hard to keep the trembling out of her voice. “Now that we’re seeing more clearly, is there some sort of plan? Or just run and hide?” Laughs nervously and hopes no one can tell her real feelings.
“My dear we have done nothing to mark ourselves. Even now we don’t really know why we are here. No one would have reason to target us. Here have another glass of wine.” Stefan pours her a glass then leans in close to hand it to her whispering as he does. “Besides I’ve yet to find myself in a situation I could not talk my way out of.”
Jean has just been having the same thought as Gwendolyn, and curses his ostentatious outfit once more. Top priority is getting a change of clothes, he thinks to himself.
He considers his options. Perhaps he could fight. He had, after all, spent many late nights watching recordings of stage plays, trying to mimic sword fight scenes with his rapier. He'd even taken a couple of fencing lessons whenever he had some money to spare after rent. Jean figures he could handle a couple of ruffians. And if he gets in over his head, he could try bluffing his way out with his silver tongue, and a touch of magic. Hiding for any long period of time is certainly out of the question. Hard to be an actor if you are afraid to show your face.
Besides, he had been chosen, right? Surely he must have deemed Jean qualified to do, whatever it was he needed to do. Right?
"You're confident none of the letters went to the wrong people?"he says to Beck, a hint of resolve returning to his voice.
Todd is sitting very still and quiet at the table, being a real hero meant there were real monsters and real danger. As thrilling as it all was he did not consider himself courageous. Also why him? Sure he had a knack with devices and trinkets but what good is that if they run into a Demogorgon or something. "I think at least one of these letters went to the wrong person." He says flaty, "I have church tomorrow with Ma... I don't know if I have time for all this" Todd looks very sweaty and nervous as starts looking for the door.
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Gwendolyn looks gratefully at Stefan and gladly takes the glass of wine. It helps center her and she waits to see what happens next as she continues to look over the room.
Beck looked at Todd and Jean. "As far as I know there was no mistake when it comes to the letters." She said softly. Then she turned to Gwendolyn and Stefan. "You won't have a target on your back as long as don't start anything in here. And for any information as to why we're here, all the note says "Come to McGuffins and the rest will become clear."
"Well its become clear to us that nothing is as it seems. Has anything become clear to you, Beck? Or do you need to take one of those shots as well?" Gwendolyn asks.
Jean stands and paces for a moment, tapping his chin as he makes sense of the cryptic message. "It's almost like a riddle,"he muses as he walks. He glances around the bar, scanning the tables, the bar keep, the windows, looking for some sort of clue.
“I’ve never really liked riddles. To be honest I’m not sure who this He is. I have an impression of what he did. But that’s it. Perhaps if we each brought what information we have about what is going on or who we are we could piece together our next move. Or we could just enjoy the wine and see what happens?”
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Seeing everyone else take the shot, Jean shrugs in surrender. "Ah, to hell with it," and he pounds back the shot.
After the shots are consumed it takes a moment but everyone in the room besides Beck and Parker change. Anyone that looked human is clearly not. Werewolves, vampires, sidhes of all classes become clear to everyone one.
Beck shifts as you can now see the large sword that was cloaked. The man that sits between her and Parker can now be seen with black tendrils around his body, and looks as if her more or less is one with the shadows of the room.
"Okay, I don't know what I was expecting, but this... is different," says Jean, lowering himself back into his seat.
Stefan sits as well the dagger returned to its hiding place the cane still in hand. He looks to The figure entwined in shadow. “Even in this company you seem to stand out. Might I ask who you are and what brings you to this meeting?”
Gwendolyn is beyond shocked and turns to Beck, “what have you brought us to? What is this place? Are we in danger right now?”
Todd stumbles backwards and falls into his chair. He looks around with eyes wide and a pale, blank expression on his face. "What in the Nine Hells is going here? How did you do that?" He vigorously starts rubbing his eyes in disbelief. He slowly reaches out toward one of the black tentacles trying to poke it and see if it is real.
DM -- The Candlekeep Mysteries 1 & 2 Discord PCs -- Christian Dembele Forum PCs -- Edryd Breckon, Fizzlebit Forton Thornberry the Fourth
Beck leans back a little and slips her sword off laying it down on the floor. “This is what we call a neutral territory bar. All creatures are welcome.” She gestures to the shot glasses. “The potions simply remove the cloaking spell from your vision, allowing you to see all clearly.” She looks at Tods. “As long as you don’t piss some high member of fae off your should be fine. In here at least. Neutral zone means no fighting in the bar, once you step out of it it’s fair game.”
Davir looks at Stefan as he sips his beer. “Eh, I’m just here for my friends.” He says gesturing to Beck and Parker.”
“So unless I’m missing something what brought us all here were notes magically delivered but know ones knows for what purpose? Does that abut sum it up?”
Beck nodded. "To my knowledge, he prepared these letters in case of his death. I know there was a spell on them to find who they were addressed to, why you were chosen. I am not sure, but he believed for whatever reason you were the people we needed to protect the city."
“Seems like poor planning on this chap’s part but nothing to be done about it now. Are we assuming he wanted us in this particular neutral bar for reasons other than it being neutral. If not we should try to figure out what our purpose as a group to be is. If I was called it can’t be for anything good.”
Gwendolyn feels like this is breaking her brain. She is not cut out for this hero stuff, she was just kidding herself with hero dreams.
“Step out? Once we leave this bar do we now have targets on our back?” She is trying very hard to keep the trembling out of her voice. “Now that we’re seeing more clearly, is there some sort of plan? Or just run and hide?” Laughs nervously and hopes no one can tell her real feelings.
“My dear we have done nothing to mark ourselves. Even now we don’t really know why we are here. No one would have reason to target us. Here have another glass of wine.” Stefan pours her a glass then leans in close to hand it to her whispering as he does. “Besides I’ve yet to find myself in a situation I could not talk my way out of.”
Jean has just been having the same thought as Gwendolyn, and curses his ostentatious outfit once more. Top priority is getting a change of clothes, he thinks to himself.
He considers his options. Perhaps he could fight. He had, after all, spent many late nights watching recordings of stage plays, trying to mimic sword fight scenes with his rapier. He'd even taken a couple of fencing lessons whenever he had some money to spare after rent. Jean figures he could handle a couple of ruffians. And if he gets in over his head, he could try bluffing his way out with his silver tongue, and a touch of magic. Hiding for any long period of time is certainly out of the question. Hard to be an actor if you are afraid to show your face.
Besides, he had been chosen, right? Surely he must have deemed Jean qualified to do, whatever it was he needed to do. Right?
"You're confident none of the letters went to the wrong people?" he says to Beck, a hint of resolve returning to his voice.
Todd is sitting very still and quiet at the table, being a real hero meant there were real monsters and real danger. As thrilling as it all was he did not consider himself courageous. Also why him? Sure he had a knack with devices and trinkets but what good is that if they run into a Demogorgon or something. "I think at least one of these letters went to the wrong person." He says flaty, "I have church tomorrow with Ma... I don't know if I have time for all this" Todd looks very sweaty and nervous as starts looking for the door.
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Gwendolyn looks gratefully at Stefan and gladly takes the glass of wine. It helps center her and she waits to see what happens next as she continues to look over the room.
Beck looked at Todd and Jean. "As far as I know there was no mistake when it comes to the letters." She said softly. Then she turned to Gwendolyn and Stefan. "You won't have a target on your back as long as don't start anything in here. And for any information as to why we're here, all the note says "Come to McGuffins and the rest will become clear."
"Well its become clear to us that nothing is as it seems. Has anything become clear to you, Beck? Or do you need to take one of those shots as well?" Gwendolyn asks.
Beck nodded a bit. "Yes, I took the shot but I don't think that's what the letter meant."
Jean stands and paces for a moment, tapping his chin as he makes sense of the cryptic message. "It's almost like a riddle," he muses as he walks. He glances around the bar, scanning the tables, the bar keep, the windows, looking for some sort of clue.
“I’ve never really liked riddles. To be honest I’m not sure who this He is. I have an impression of what he did. But that’s it. Perhaps if we each brought what information we have about what is going on or who we are we could piece together our next move. Or we could just enjoy the wine and see what happens?”