More of the patrons seem to be focusing on the conversation at this point as Ugly Beard hiccups and responds, “Aye, laugh all you want! But this man here, he tells no lies!” He points at his own chest, spilling some of his drink on himself, “The beast grabbed for me ship and me quick thinkin’ steered us clear of the beast’s grasp!” He motions wildly as if he’s steering an out-of-control ship and splashes some of his drink on the patron next to him. “Oh, sorry about that, chap.” He looks up at the 7-foot tall half-orc brute and slowly backs away.
Brock steps toward Ugly Beard, “Ha! You call that a ship!?” He laughs out loud. “That rickety hunk of driftwood can barely make it out of the docks!” Ugly Beard smashes his bottle on the ground as he attempts to stand up, stumbling into the patron he just spilled his drink on. The half-orc snarls and huffs. Angry Beard gains his composure, “How dare ye! Nobody talks that way about my beloved, Gladdis!”, referring to his prized keelboat. The two men approach one another, arguing and shouting loudly. Ugly Beard points up at the man lumbering over him as the ship captain unleashes more insults at the grizzled old pirate. The celebration continues as patrons try to pry the two apart.
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"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
Galingale raised an eyebrow at the others, with a rakish grin. The barroom felt like it teetered on the edge of devolving into a brawl or falling back into jovial laughter. He wasn't sure which he would prefer.
He leaned back in his chair while downing his ale, trying not to taste the foul stuff.
He looks at Constanza, "Your actually believe him?" He asks, unable to keep the incredulity from his voice. "He weaves a picture for sure, but..." He seemed at a loss for words to describe how everyone seemed to know this was just a tall tale.
Bran looks over to Constanza and Galingale like a Barbarian child lost his Battle-axe that he chewed on since he started teething. The stories remind him of a time before his clan and parents was brutally murdered in front of him when he was five, and before he was enslaved. Bran slaps the table.
”Ugly Beard, pay no mind to his insults. Come, sit with us, tell us of your adventure,” he says,”barkeep, another round for my friend here.”
“You know, he’s not lying.” The party hears an unfamiliar voice come from their table and notices a hooded figure has joined them. The hooded man takes a sip from his freshly filled mug, foam forming on his lips. As he smiles and wipes away his frothy mustache, you notice his razor-sharp teeth. The man’s skin looks pale with a bluish hue and he is dressed in a dark, hooded cloak; he is seemingly amused by what is currently happening. Wiping his face he says, “Sad thing is, nobody will ever believe that salty old sea-dog. I guess it’s a bad case of the boy who cried monster.” He takes another sip of his drink as the awkward silence at the table sets in. “I’m D’ward, it’s truly a pleasure to meet you finally. I’ve been hearing a lot about your party as of late and it seems that you’re doing good things for these people.” D’ward looks around the tavern as the party spots what appears to be a shark tooth necklace around his neck. He looks back at the party, “It may sound crazy, but old Ugly Beard over there is telling the truth and I can prove it.”
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"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
D’ward smiles as he watches Ugly Beard trying to impress an incredibly large woman with his stories. Ugly Beard makes wild hand motions, describing the intense action. Realizing he may be losing the party, D’ward abruptly states, “Okay, I will get straight to the point. It’s no secret that you’ve been making a name for yourselves in this town, the people are talking. It can be tough to know who to trust in these parts nowadays, but from what I’ve seen and heard, you are capable adventurers and have proven yourselves to be a considerable force, but most importantly, reliable and trustworthy."
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"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
D'ward waits for the barkeep to step away and speaks up once again, "I'm not looking to put a dampener on tonight's festivities, but I have sought out your presence to tell you here and now, a dark and unimaginably evil force threatens the very existence of this entire realm."
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"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
Constanza doesn't respond to the enquiry immediately. Instead of answering to the question she will raise one of her arms and show Galingale some dried pieces of tentacles (spell component) that might belong to a particular species of squid. Then she stores the components inside a small pouch, and moves towards the man with sharp teeth and pale blue skin.
"D'ward, we need exact details and authentic information. What do you know about this dark and unimaginably evil force? And why is it terrorizing the area of shallow water? It certainly doesn't belong here."
Bran nods In agreement with Constanza, and a bit skeptical as Galingale. He just honestly likes hearing stories of adventure and to share in his exploits, he didn’t believe at first what Ugly Beard first stated. He leans in to listen what more D’Ward will reveal.
Just as D’ward goes to speak again Ugly Beard comes up from behind him, yelling loudly, “Aye, ya’ land lubbers are ye drunk yet?!” He goes to lean on the table but misjudges the distance and falls flat on his face, smashing the drink in his hand in the process. “I’m gonna feel that in the morning…”, he murmurs as he immediately starts snoring. A few patrons laugh as they step over him and make their way to the bar.
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"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
D'ward looks away from Ugly Beard and back to the party, "Look, I don't want to raise any alarm... but I DID come here tonight to meet you and to plant this seed, or should I say tendril, of information." He half-grins, although his eyes look worried. "I'd like you all to continue the festivities! If you like, we can meet in the morning and I can give you more to the story. Sound good?" "Oh, and the drinks are on me."
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"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
Bran looks to both Constanza and Galingale. He nods and knocks on table as to call in a game of cards. He takes a swig from what’s left in his mug. Some beer is left on his red beard as he pulls the stein away.
“You all know I’m up for it,” Bran says in a deep belch. “What say you both, it must be unanimous.”
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Constanza smiles at her latest acquaintance amicably while exposing her pearl-white teeth, then places her Trident diagonally before D'ward in such a way that the tips of the sharp edges are facing away from his body but the length of the weapon is deliberately barring him from leaving the place.
"Defeating this kind of evil force might offer a vast collection of treasure if the adventurers survive the battle. But, I'm not interested in claiming my share of the loot"- the Triton female attempts to persuade the informant while flashing him a view of her faded blue skin which is naturally decorated with turquoise scales. Then she continues to speak:
"Let's finish the plantation task tonight, so that we can set out from our rendezvous point in the morning in order to locate your share of the wealth. Besides, I won't mind if we have to deal with a few evil forces in the process."
"I like your confidence, Triton!" D'ward smiles a sharp-toothed grin at the sight of the sharp edges of the Trident. "This is just the attitude I was hoping for! Brave adventurers you ARE!"
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"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
More of the patrons seem to be focusing on the conversation at this point as Ugly Beard hiccups and responds, “Aye, laugh all you want! But this man here, he tells no lies!” He points at his own chest, spilling some of his drink on himself, “The beast grabbed for me ship and me quick thinkin’ steered us clear of the beast’s grasp!” He motions wildly as if he’s steering an out-of-control ship and splashes some of his drink on the patron next to him. “Oh, sorry about that, chap.” He looks up at the 7-foot tall half-orc brute and slowly backs away.
Brock steps toward Ugly Beard, “Ha! You call that a ship!?” He laughs out loud. “That rickety hunk of driftwood can barely make it out of the docks!” Ugly Beard smashes his bottle on the ground as he attempts to stand up, stumbling into the patron he just spilled his drink on. The half-orc snarls and huffs. Angry Beard gains his composure, “How dare ye! Nobody talks that way about my beloved, Gladdis!”, referring to his prized keelboat. The two men approach one another, arguing and shouting loudly. Ugly Beard points up at the man lumbering over him as the ship captain unleashes more insults at the grizzled old pirate. The celebration continues as patrons try to pry the two apart.
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
Galingale raised an eyebrow at the others, with a rakish grin. The barroom felt like it teetered on the edge of devolving into a brawl or falling back into jovial laughter. He wasn't sure which he would prefer.
He leaned back in his chair while downing his ale, trying not to taste the foul stuff.
He looks at Constanza, "Your actually believe him?" He asks, unable to keep the incredulity from his voice. "He weaves a picture for sure, but..." He seemed at a loss for words to describe how everyone seemed to know this was just a tall tale.
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Bran looks over to Constanza and Galingale like a Barbarian child lost his Battle-axe that he chewed on since he started teething. The stories remind him of a time before his clan and parents was brutally murdered in front of him when he was five, and before he was enslaved. Bran slaps the table.
”Ugly Beard, pay no mind to his insults. Come, sit with us, tell us of your adventure,” he says,”barkeep, another round for my friend here.”
“You know, he’s not lying.” The party hears an unfamiliar voice come from their table and notices a hooded figure has joined them. The hooded man takes a sip from his freshly filled mug, foam forming on his lips. As he smiles and wipes away his frothy mustache, you notice his razor-sharp teeth. The man’s skin looks pale with a bluish hue and he is dressed in a dark, hooded cloak; he is seemingly amused by what is currently happening. Wiping his face he says, “Sad thing is, nobody will ever believe that salty old sea-dog. I guess it’s a bad case of the boy who cried monster.” He takes another sip of his drink as the awkward silence at the table sets in. “I’m D’ward, it’s truly a pleasure to meet you finally. I’ve been hearing a lot about your party as of late and it seems that you’re doing good things for these people.” D’ward looks around the tavern as the party spots what appears to be a shark tooth necklace around his neck. He looks back at the party, “It may sound crazy, but old Ugly Beard over there is telling the truth and I can prove it.”
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
Ugly Beard hears Bran and begins walking towards the table, but it is distracted by a voluptuous woman.
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
D’ward smiles as he watches Ugly Beard trying to impress an incredibly large woman with his stories. Ugly Beard makes wild hand motions, describing the intense action. Realizing he may be losing the party, D’ward abruptly states, “Okay, I will get straight to the point. It’s no secret that you’ve been making a name for yourselves in this town, the people are talking. It can be tough to know who to trust in these parts nowadays, but from what I’ve seen and heard, you are capable adventurers and have proven yourselves to be a considerable force, but most importantly, reliable and trustworthy."
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
“Damn, lost him.” Bran introduces himself asks for D’Ward to sit with the party.
“Barkeep!?”
The nervous teenage barkeep approaches the table. "Sir?"
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
Bran cuts his eyes to the teen and grins,”More ale for our table young Sir.”
"Right away sir!" The teenager scurries off to the main bar.
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
D'ward waits for the barkeep to step away and speaks up once again, "I'm not looking to put a dampener on tonight's festivities, but I have sought out your presence to tell you here and now, a dark and unimaginably evil force threatens the very existence of this entire realm."
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
Constanza doesn't respond to the enquiry immediately. Instead of answering to the question she will raise one of her arms and show Galingale some dried pieces of tentacles (spell component) that might belong to a particular species of squid. Then she stores the components inside a small pouch, and moves towards the man with sharp teeth and pale blue skin.
"D'ward, we need exact details and authentic information. What do you know about this dark and unimaginably evil force? And why is it terrorizing the area of shallow water? It certainly doesn't belong here."
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Bran nods In agreement with Constanza, and a bit skeptical as Galingale. He just honestly likes hearing stories of adventure and to share in his exploits, he didn’t believe at first what Ugly Beard first stated. He leans in to listen what more D’Ward will reveal.
Just as D’ward goes to speak again Ugly Beard comes up from behind him, yelling loudly, “Aye, ya’ land lubbers are ye drunk yet?!” He goes to lean on the table but misjudges the distance and falls flat on his face, smashing the drink in his hand in the process. “I’m gonna feel that in the morning…”, he murmurs as he immediately starts snoring. A few patrons laugh as they step over him and make their way to the bar.
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
D'ward looks away from Ugly Beard and back to the party, "Look, I don't want to raise any alarm... but I DID come here tonight to meet you and to plant this seed, or should I say tendril, of information." He half-grins, although his eyes look worried. "I'd like you all to continue the festivities! If you like, we can meet in the morning and I can give you more to the story. Sound good?" "Oh, and the drinks are on me."
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
Bran looks to both Constanza and Galingale. He nods and knocks on table as to call in a game of cards. He takes a swig from what’s left in his mug. Some beer is left on his red beard as he pulls the stein away.
“You all know I’m up for it,” Bran says in a deep belch. “What say you both, it must be unanimous.”
Constanza smiles at her latest acquaintance amicably while exposing her pearl-white teeth, then places her Trident diagonally before D'ward in such a way that the tips of the sharp edges are facing away from his body but the length of the weapon is deliberately barring him from leaving the place.
"Defeating this kind of evil force might offer a vast collection of treasure if the adventurers survive the battle. But, I'm not interested in claiming my share of the loot"- the Triton female attempts to persuade the informant while flashing him a view of her faded blue skin which is naturally decorated with turquoise scales. Then she continues to speak:
"Let's finish the plantation task tonight, so that we can set out from our rendezvous point in the morning in order to locate your share of the wealth. Besides, I won't mind if we have to deal with a few evil forces in the process."
Charisma: Persuasion 6
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"I like your confidence, Triton!" D'ward smiles a sharp-toothed grin at the sight of the sharp edges of the Trident. "This is just the attitude I was hoping for! Brave adventurers you ARE!"
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
“So tell us,” Bran with his low voice and looks up still irritated that his ale isn’t here yet.
“Barkeep, where’s my ale are you brewing it?”
Charisma: Intimidation 6