There's a man in the corner over there. His skin blue. Eyes pure gold. Curved horns crowning his head. Trying to simultaneously not draw attention to himself and trying to. He's selling potions. Got 10 of them in his jacket. All strapped inside, like a cartoon salesman selling watches. "Immortality for sale, right over here. You there. Beautiful young lady, preserve that beauty for eternity. All yours, just for the low, low price of 20 gold."
His hair is long, black. Well kept. Cascading down to his shoulders. Dressed in fine clothing.
Off to the side of the bar, a man is offering to play the anyone a song of their choice, for varying amount of copper and silver. Red skin, eyes as white as the moon, and two, medium sized horns crawling up the sides of his head. His hair is black and fairly short, and he is in a well kept red and black costume. With a lute in hand, he is ready to play anything...for a price. On the ground in front of him sits a small hat, where a decent mix of copper and silver pieces is inside.
"Step right up! I, Prosper, can play any song that you wish!"
The tiefling finds the other tiefling. Eyebrow cocking, "Ah, yes! I heard you play before! What beautiful, beautiful music! Such talent! This here potion," he points at a vial that holds blue liquid, "will make such talent -even greater-, which is nearly impossible! People will be flocking to you from miles away!"
"Hey, you didn't pay for that! 3 gold!" Yells the merchant, pretty irked. Storming on over, he nervously glances down the hole. He pauses a moment, taking a look around. Eventually finding an abandoned mug of alcohol or two, it's a bar, can't be that hard to find? (Will retract and roll for something if need be) The merchant dumps them both down the hole before pulling out his symbol of Tymora. He's very nervous as he addresses the Goddess. "Listen, Lady Luck, I know I... but I'm not ready! I'm not ready for whatever you have planned." A glance at Prosper, still pretty angry. "You need to pay for that after this is over." Before quietly going back to addressing Tymora. "But uh... lend me some of your divine power here. Please."
Turning to the others, he addresses them. "we will take care of it before it touches the tavern grounds. I dumped alcohol on it. Set it aflame-(do I know fire counters it's regeneration ability? Do I even know it has a regeneration ability?)- and I'll send it crashing back down as it burns."
" Hey Mr. Tiefling! ( Oh not you Mr.bard! ) Stop selling that cow piss to which you call potion! " Yells a girl with a messy black bun and dirty leather jacket. " They are an insult to professional alchemists!" She turns back to her table which piles high with papers. The girl takes one of the papers and reads. " Little lady Macono wants a baby dragon doll that can drink milk, wee and poo. I can handle that. … Old Martine orders a whirl chair that can climb the hill, up the stairs and… attached with a crossbow? Oh he wants that crossbow auto-reloaded? I will leave it to dad. And..…"
Yellings knock Sabine's ear drums, then a crying and sound that indicates something heavy and wet hits the floor. " Come on! Can't you idiots keep quiet for milliseconds! … Oh crap! It's a troll! " The elf artificer is surprised. But she doesn't miss what Durnan says. " Can I have coins instead of drinks! "
@Laughter
The elf girl stands next to the merchant." Give the troll something strong, Mr. Tiefling. I'll show you the true power of potion…" She reaches to her waist pouch with a grinning face. " And science! "
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"I will have you know that I am a certified cleric and merchant. Do you have your certifications?" The blue skinned tiefling pulls out several papers and flashing them. Using my background feature. True to his word, these prove his connections to one of the guilds. Over his shoulder, he comments, "If you would like me to sell your stuff, I'd be happy to share the profits as I do with everyone else that supplies my product. Just please don't insult each other. It's unbecoming." He takes a moment to breathe. Then resumes. "We can discuss such business deals after this though."
There's a man in the corner over there. His skin blue. Eyes pure gold. Curved horns crowning his head. Trying to simultaneously not draw attention to himself and trying to. He's selling potions. Got 10 of them in his jacket. All strapped inside, like a cartoon salesman selling watches. "Immortality for sale, right over here. You there. Beautiful young lady, preserve that beauty for eternity. All yours, just for the low, low price of 20 gold."
His hair is long, black. Well kept. Cascading down to his shoulders. Dressed in fine clothing.
Off to the side of the bar, a man is offering to play the anyone a song of their choice, for varying amount of copper and silver. Red skin, eyes as white as the moon, and two, medium sized horns crawling up the sides of his head. His hair is black and fairly short, and he is in a well kept red and black costume. With a lute in hand, he is ready to play anything...for a price. On the ground in front of him sits a small hat, where a decent mix of copper and silver pieces is inside.
"Step right up! I, Prosper, can play any song that you wish!"
The tiefling finds the other tiefling. Eyebrow cocking, "Ah, yes! I heard you play before! What beautiful, beautiful music! Such talent! This here potion," he points at a vial that holds blue liquid, "will make such talent -even greater-, which is nearly impossible! People will be flocking to you from miles away!"
Prosper takes the potion the man is offering, and swallows the mixture whole. He grabs his money, then ruus over to help Durnan with the troll.
"I might have to take you up on that offer", Prosper says as he heads over and pulls out a rapier.
"Hey, you didn't pay for that! 3 gold!" Yells the merchant, pretty irked. Storming on over, he nervously glances down the hole. He pauses a moment, taking a look around. Eventually finding an abandoned mug of alcohol or two, it's a bar, can't be that hard to find? (Will retract and roll for something if need be) The merchant dumps them both down the hole before pulling out his symbol of Tymora. He's very nervous as he addresses the Goddess. "Listen, Lady Luck, I know I... but I'm not ready! I'm not ready for whatever you have planned." A glance at Prosper, still pretty angry. "You need to pay for that after this is over." Before quietly going back to addressing Tymora. "But uh... lend me some of your divine power here. Please."
Turning to the others, he addresses them. "we will take care of it before it touches the tavern grounds. I dumped alcohol on it. Set it aflame-(do I know fire counters it's regeneration ability? Do I even know it has a regeneration ability?)- and I'll send it crashing back down as it burns."
" Hey Mr. Tiefling! ( Oh not you Mr.bard! ) Stop selling that cow piss to which you call potion! " Yells a girl with a messy black bun and dirty leather jacket. " They are an insult to professional alchemists!" She turns back to her table which piles high with papers. The girl takes one of the papers and reads. " Little lady Macono wants a baby dragon doll that can drink milk, wee and poo. I can handle that. … Old Martine orders a whirl chair that can climb the hill, up the stairs and… attached with a crossbow? Oh he wants that crossbow auto-reloaded? I will leave it to dad. And..…"
Yellings knock Sabine's ear drums, then a crying and sound that indicates something heavy and wet hits the floor. " Come on! Can't you idiots keep quiet for milliseconds! … Oh crap! It's a troll! " The elf artificer is surprised. But she doesn't miss what Durnan says. " Can I have coins instead of drinks! "
@Laughter
The elf girl stands next to the merchant." Give the troll something strong, Mr. Tiefling. I'll show you the true power of potion…" She reaches to her waist pouch with a grinning face. " And science! "
(Should we roll initiative?)
Sabine initiative: 21
"I will have you know that I am a certified cleric and merchant. Do you have your certifications?" The blue skinned tiefling pulls out several papers and flashing them. Using my background feature. True to his word, these prove his connections to one of the guilds. Over his shoulder, he comments, "If you would like me to sell your stuff, I'd be happy to share the profits as I do with everyone else that supplies my product. Just please don't insult each other. It's unbecoming." He takes a moment to breathe. Then resumes. "We can discuss such business deals after this though."
[roll ]1d20+1[roll]
(it would be easier to just check the dang logs)
(go to the campaign you're running in "my campaigns". It will say game log)
[roll]1d20+1[ /roll]
[roll]1d20+1[roll]
19
(Got it, that's my initiative)