It is early evening in the small port city of Black Root. An orange sun is near setting on the ocean horizon, illuminating innumerable sparkles on the water as you approach the city gate. Waves crashing in the distance can be heard as the cool breeze of the sea is felt on your body and the smell of salt fills the air as you walk along the moist, muddy ground. There is not much activity at the gate, save for a few guards at the East entrance. As you approach the gate an old, yet still formidable looking guard with a full, curly gray beard wears scale mail, and spear stops you at the entrance.
"Halt. What's your business in Black Root?"
You produce a sealed official letter written and signed by the mayor of Black Root, Mrs. Hilda Hook. He breaks the seal and It reads:
This official document permits the undersigned to enter the city of Black Root by Mayor Hook under direct orders from the kingdom of Tarrant. The undersigned will make their way to the Sour Barnacle In to receive further instructions from the Mayor's representative. Refusal to admit entry will be dealt with on a case by case basis and will likely result in fines and/or prison sentence up to 5 years...
After a couple paragraphs absolving the city, mayor, and kingdom of Tarant of all legal liability in case of injury or death—the document ends with your signature in agreement with those terms and the stamp of the mayor's office.
He asks your name as he rolls up the document and after receiving it, he gives you a quick once-over and squints one eye. "Welcome to Black Root. Stay out of trouble and no trouble will come to you. The Sour Barnacle is straight down this main road to the West by the docks. You can't miss it." He hands you the document and you notice it's missing a signature from the mayor's assistant, Mr. Teagle Bolger, as you put it back in your pack.
You make your way through the port city of Black Root. Judging by the architecture and mostly weather stained wood of the buildings, you can tell the city is on the poor side. Small merchant shops of various wares are closed for the evening in the commercial district, a few decent looking pubs dot the street and a few of the friendlier townsfolk acknowledge you quietly with a slight nod. As you look around, you can see in the distance what looks to be a richer quarter on the North side of town where buildings are constructed of limestone. Walking deeper into the city you enter the main residential quarter. Many wooden boarding houses can be seen on the street, more people are hanging around in the alleyways as you hear conversations ranging from the weather to more unsavory business. You look to the South and see very dark area with broken down buildings, no better than shacks, in the distance as you think you can make out a faint scream from that direction.
What appears to be a middle-aged dwarf is standing with his arms crossed outside a pub as if he's waiting for someone and notices your attention is fixed to the South says, "First time in Black Root eh? A word of advice, do not venture there. It is called The Boil. Thieves, murderers, and the most unfortunate souls live there. However, if you're lookin' for the finest adventuring gear in this city, then come see me at the Pig Iron Piton. Stennar Stoneshaft is my name, I'll give ya a nice discount. Anyway, good evenin' to ya'."
Walking to the West part of town, the smell of salt and the breeze become stronger and hear gulls calling in the air as the solid ground gives way to rough, wooden beams. Fishery and butcher shops are seen are around you and looking to the end of the road you see a building with a sign carved into the shape of a mug. Walking closer to the building, the sign reads Sour Barnacle as the smell of alcohol permeates the air. Opening the door, you see the bar is half full with most patrons minding their own drinks, others having full blown, rowdy conversations with hearty laughter. Sea shells of all sorts are decorated on the walls, as well as many assorted fishing hooks of all shapes and sizes, rods, old nets, and other memorabilia from times long past.
You take a seat at the bar as you notice individuals of all races and social standing sitting around, some with drinks, others with none. You see a half-elf dressed in common clothes with a few drink stains on his clothing greeting you from behind the bar while wiping out a few mugs.
Seeing your adventuring gear and the unfamiliarity of your face, he says, "Not from around here are you? Have a lot of new faces in here tonight, you must be here for that meeting with Mr. Bolger. Well, none of my business. What'll you have?"
"Your recommendation of scotch, please..." Raphael scans for a name tag "...Sir!" He fumbles around in his coin pouch and pulls out 2gp, placing itneatly stacked on the table"And a tab open for my acquaintances, yet to arrive."
"Name is Leodel. Apologies for not introducing myself, some of these out of towners in here are quite rowdy and impolite, so I quit giving my name out a few hours ago."
He takes out a clean glass, wipes down the bar in front of you, and pours some golden brown scotch into it, "Here is some of my smoked Scotch, for the sophisticated pallette. Let me know if you need anything." He slides it to you and takes the gold pieces.
Raphael raises his glass and gives a polite nod. He reaches into his calligraphy box in his pack, pulls out a hollowed out feather which has been shaved down to a clean straw and sticks it in his drink. He folds his arms and leans on them on top of the bar, keeping his eye out for the companions he is looking to rendevu with.
"Your best whiskey, please." Armyl's voice slithers, the muscular, trunk-like arms of the Lizardfolk resting on the bar. His blue eyes scan the bar warily, but he seems fairly relaxed.
The door opens and a small person enters the room. "inconspicuous" would be the last thing that comes to mind in that shape. A small halfling with colorful clothes, a violin strapped at the back, a small book strapped at his side but the most conspicuous is a huge hat on his head.
He looks around the room. He seems to be looking at the whole room and looking for something. The glances stop at the large bird-shaped Person in the room. An incredibly joyful expression seems to spread to his face as he moves towards the Aarakokra.
"Greetings, mister. My name is Milo Honeytongue. Entertainer, musician and great storyteller. Maybe you've heard of me before. Or the stories of the biggest adventurer ever: little Halfling Gilbert!" He pulls out his Hat and bends forward. The hat is so big that it almost covers him when he puts it in front of his chest to bow. "I am always looking for interesting individuals with interesting stories. You seems to be someone who has a lot to tell me. May I sit with you? The exertions of this day have made me tired and a nice company who has nice stories would be very welcome." One notices that he likes to talk, because he hardly lets anyone speak. But his voice is soft and pleasant, like honey. Before Raphael can say anything, he is already sitting on one of the free chairs on his table.
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Coming into the pub a half-elf gentleman and a cloaked elf, behind the half-elf he is dragging a chest. Looking about the room he will whisper to his companion and head to the bar. "Hello my friend, my companion and I were told to come and wait for a representative..." Taking a look around the pub and seeing all types of folks "It seems we were not the only ones. Any way I need a bottle of your hardest liquor. Ban you need anything?" Seeing this Bird creature, and a Lizard folk, "Hello, I am Xander and this is Ban, you here for the representative too?" Xander will pull the chest up right and take a seat on it, you here a few thing rattle in the chest but he doesn't seem to mind.
For Ban:
"Let's keep out of trouble this time right. We just got here and I am tired from carrying this damn chest. Don't want a repeat of last time alright. Now let's head to the bar and get a drink." (In Elvish)
After Milo notices that Xander probably didn't notice him, he clears his throat to get attention. "Hello, My name is Milo Honeytongue. Entertainer, musician and great storyteller. Maybe you've heard of me before. Or the stories of the biggest adventurer ever: little Halfling Gilbert!" and do another bow. "So you are also all here for the representative? Take a sit with us, you're welcome, my Bird-friend and I always appriciate more folk with good stories!" He makes an exaggerated inviting gesture.
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Xander will ponder for a second to see if he could recall this storyteller. "I am not to familiar with this "little Halfing Gilbert" but I do recall a halfling musician who was a storyteller it might have been you might not sorry. Never seen your kind before ah... what was your name?" Addressing the Bird folk.
A small breeze wafts through the pub as a large half orc steps into the pub. Shabbily dressed and draped with an old, weather beaten cloak, Grol steps up to the bar and greets the bartender. In response to the offer of drink, Grol smiles and responds “I’m afraid I must decline. I am light of funds, but appreciate the offer.”
The shabby cloak presents the outline of a shield on his back. Grol unhooks a warhammer and sets the business end on the bar with a “thunk”. He nods courteously to the other adventurers who have gathered at the bar.
Just as the halfling approaches, Raphael indicates to the bar tender that he can be on the pre-paid tab. As the Milo is introducing himself, Raph spots out the corner of his eye two what look like Elven individuals, dragging a large chest approach the bar. Just as Raph goes to answer the halfling, he spins around in his seat, cutting Raphael short just before he could speak.
As Milo and Xander introduce themselves to Milo, Raph once again, indicated that "these two, as well" can join the tab. He hears Xander introduce himself, and again, goes to open his mouth (or beak) and is cut off by a big WHOOSH and the sound of heavy foot falls. Seeing as most people's attention is now fixated on the big half orc, as he goes to order, Raph quietly motions "him too" to the bar tender, hugs his whiskey and starts drinking quietly through his feather straw.
Leodel hears loud clanging of glasses and plates from various part of the pub, minus the bar, and sends one of his workers to assist with their orders as he shakes his head lightly in disapproval.
He fills everyone's drink orders, a rich dark brown whiskey for the lizardman "Enjoy, I don't receive this one often."
A bottle of triple distilled moonshine made from bananas for the fellow half-elf. In Elvish, Leodel says to him,
Welcome cousins. My finest moonshine made from bananas, a rare treat here. Enjoy yourselves, Mr. Bolger will arrive soon.
Leodel sees the group is requesting the better selection of drinks compared to the still that most of the other obvious lesser adventurers at other tables are drinking fervently. He also brings out some complimentary food consisting of fresh sourdough bread and creamy butter, some cheeses, assorted salted nuts, and some sliced, de-boned smoked fish. He places a plate of each in front of everyone who Raphael indicates is with with him.
"Some of you do not have a drink, let's fix that."He then fills the everyone in the group a mug of the house ale and distributes them. The ale is a dark red and brown color and very frothy made from fresh hops and fine malts that taste of toasted nuts and a slightly bitter, crisp finish. You can tell it is finely crafted by the looks of it.
He says to everyone at the bar, "Have some food and a mug of Bitter Barnacle. On the house. In appreciation for having some decency in my place. Some of these lot have no respect. If you're waiting for the mayor's assistant, Mr. Bolger, he should be here in a little while. Enjoy some food while you wait. The name is Leodel. If ales or spirits are not your taste—I have several wines as well as non-alcoholic mixed drinks as well as other things to eat. Let me know if you all need anything else." He goes back to cleaning glasses behind the bar.
As you all receive your food and drink, you notice the pub that has a capacity of around 50 people is mostly full with the exception of a couple tables as a few patrons enter while a small group leaves. The Sour Barnacle is somewhat small in capacity, but still spacious enough so everyone has room to walk around comfortably without bumping tables.
Leodel's few servers seem busy, but are maintaining professionalism in dealing with their tables. While waiting on tables, they begin lighting candles in the pub. A maid goes to the upstairs area carrying cleaning supplies, candles, and bedding material. You hear faint sounds of footsteps and furniture being moved above while at the bar, though downstairs the pub has the typical sounds of a busy night reverberating within. It is now night as the light of the setting sun that was barely filling the pub has gave way to evening as warm candlelight fills the interior of the Sour Barnacle, causing reflections off the various fishing hooks affixed to the fishing nets on the walls.
Xander will ponder for a second to see if he could recall this storyteller. "I am not to familiar with this "little Halfing Gilbert" but I do recall a halfling musician who was a storyteller it might have been you might not sorry. Never seen your kind before ah... what was your name?" Addressing the Bird folk.
"That must have been me! My stories and my reputation rush ahead of me. You don't know Gilbert? I can't leave you with this. Once you hear them you'll understand why they're on everyone's lips" There's clearly a lot of self-confidence in his speeches. He seems to be convinced of himself and his stories. He may be small, but he certainly seems to have a great deal of self-confidence.
Milo doesn't even wait for the newcomers to sit down but moves to Leodel. "Hello, My name is Milo Honeytongue. Entertainer, musician and great storyteller. Maybe you've heard of me before. Or the stories of the biggest adventurer ever: little Halfling Gilbert!Do you mind if I put on a little show here? I'm sure the people will be happy to get some entertainment."
Xander will take the bottle placing it in his bag. "Thank you, for the food and ale. How much for the bottle?" Seeing the half orc nod Xander will nod back tipping his hat. As he finishes he see that the bird folk was trying to say something. "Yes, your name friend." Ignoring the Halfling rambling.
Keeping more to herself, after the rebuke from Xander, she's mulling over his words and really thinking about any time in particular that she was the instigator of trouble. One could easily tell she's thinking hard.
To the bar keep in elvish:
"I don't typically drink, but how could one turn down something of the Tel-Quessir?
After a few ladylike sips, she tears a small piece of bread off, cocks her head, and complains to Xander in elvish as well.
"Ya know, I can't recall I time I was the one who caused trouble. Trouble just seems to find me."
Keeping more to herself, after the rebuke from Xander, she's mulling over his words and really thinking about any time in particular that she was the instigator of trouble. One could easily tell she's thinking hard.
To the bar keep in elvish:
"I don't typically drink, but how could one turn down something of the Tel-Quessir?
After a few ladylike sips, she tears a small piece of bread off, cocks her head, and complains to Xander in elvish as well.
"Ya know, I can't recall I time I was the one who caused trouble. Trouble just seems to find me."
As Xander continues to drink he hears Ban's complaints and he places his mug on the table giving it a good slam. He begins to count on his hand as he yells in elvish.
"OH! Please allow me to remind you! When we were with the others at that temple you just had to take that big ass ruby! Remember you almost got everyone killed oh, and you weren't even able to hold on to it! That's when the other decided to go there separate ways! And just recently we were on the caravan to this place and you got us kicked off because those damn Gang lords attack the caravan because of YOU! YOU SAID YOU PAID OFF YOUR DEBT but clearly you didn't we had to travel 3 days dragging this big ass thing!"
Xander sigh and speaks in common "Sometimes I wounder who the older one is." Seeing how he overrated he shakes his head and sigh again "Look let's do this job get paid and pay off your debt. Then we can look for my siblings like we promised." It clear to the others siting at the bar he thinks of her as his family and he finishes of his drink "Now drink up Ban and let's enjoy the present! Another one please!"
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A little taken aback by the outburst, she leans back a bit.
I... can explain both of those. Let's, let's start with the latter. I thought I paid them back in full. They never said anything about interest! Alright, now that I've had time to think about it, the Ruby called out to me. Enchanted! It must have been! Besides, if I did have it, I'd be able to pay 'em back. You know I wouldn't want everyone to leave. Especially Rey. His tail was the softest!
Leaning back even farther, so the seat is on two legs, she addresses anyone in earshot that might care about a lady's plight, "It wasn't my fault, honest! Don't you believe me?" As the last syllable is uttered, she puts on her best Ban Brand pout 23.
Raph doesn’t even try to speak this time, as soon after Xander addresses him again, he goes yelling in tounges at the other Elf. “An interesting lot...” he thinks to himself.
Raphael gives an overexaggerated nod, with his eyes wide to Ban, as if to say ‘yes, of course!’ He quickly goes back to his blank face expression leaning over the bar, sipping his drink and nibbling on some sour dough.
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It is early evening in the small port city of Black Root. An orange sun is near setting on the ocean horizon, illuminating innumerable sparkles on the water as you approach the city gate. Waves crashing in the distance can be heard as the cool breeze of the sea is felt on your body and the smell of salt fills the air as you walk along the moist, muddy ground. There is not much activity at the gate, save for a few guards at the East entrance. As you approach the gate an old, yet still formidable looking guard with a full, curly gray beard wears scale mail, and spear stops you at the entrance.
"Halt. What's your business in Black Root?"
You produce a sealed official letter written and signed by the mayor of Black Root, Mrs. Hilda Hook. He breaks the seal and It reads:
This official document permits the undersigned to enter the city of Black Root by Mayor Hook under direct orders from the kingdom of Tarrant. The undersigned will make their way to the Sour Barnacle In to receive further instructions from the Mayor's representative. Refusal to admit entry will be dealt with on a case by case basis and will likely result in fines and/or prison sentence up to 5 years...
After a couple paragraphs absolving the city, mayor, and kingdom of Tarant of all legal liability in case of injury or death—the document ends with your signature in agreement with those terms and the stamp of the mayor's office.
He asks your name as he rolls up the document and after receiving it, he gives you a quick once-over and squints one eye. "Welcome to Black Root. Stay out of trouble and no trouble will come to you. The Sour Barnacle is straight down this main road to the West by the docks. You can't miss it." He hands you the document and you notice it's missing a signature from the mayor's assistant, Mr. Teagle Bolger, as you put it back in your pack.
You make your way through the port city of Black Root. Judging by the architecture and mostly weather stained wood of the buildings, you can tell the city is on the poor side. Small merchant shops of various wares are closed for the evening in the commercial district, a few decent looking pubs dot the street and a few of the friendlier townsfolk acknowledge you quietly with a slight nod. As you look around, you can see in the distance what looks to be a richer quarter on the North side of town where buildings are constructed of limestone. Walking deeper into the city you enter the main residential quarter. Many wooden boarding houses can be seen on the street, more people are hanging around in the alleyways as you hear conversations ranging from the weather to more unsavory business. You look to the South and see very dark area with broken down buildings, no better than shacks, in the distance as you think you can make out a faint scream from that direction.
What appears to be a middle-aged dwarf is standing with his arms crossed outside a pub as if he's waiting for someone and notices your attention is fixed to the South says, "First time in Black Root eh? A word of advice, do not venture there. It is called The Boil. Thieves, murderers, and the most unfortunate souls live there. However, if you're lookin' for the finest adventuring gear in this city, then come see me at the Pig Iron Piton. Stennar Stoneshaft is my name, I'll give ya a nice discount. Anyway, good evenin' to ya'."
Walking to the West part of town, the smell of salt and the breeze become stronger and hear gulls calling in the air as the solid ground gives way to rough, wooden beams. Fishery and butcher shops are seen are around you and looking to the end of the road you see a building with a sign carved into the shape of a mug. Walking closer to the building, the sign reads Sour Barnacle as the smell of alcohol permeates the air. Opening the door, you see the bar is half full with most patrons minding their own drinks, others having full blown, rowdy conversations with hearty laughter. Sea shells of all sorts are decorated on the walls, as well as many assorted fishing hooks of all shapes and sizes, rods, old nets, and other memorabilia from times long past.
You take a seat at the bar as you notice individuals of all races and social standing sitting around, some with drinks, others with none. You see a half-elf dressed in common clothes with a few drink stains on his clothing greeting you from behind the bar while wiping out a few mugs.
Seeing your adventuring gear and the unfamiliarity of your face, he says, "Not from around here are you? Have a lot of new faces in here tonight, you must be here for that meeting with Mr. Bolger. Well, none of my business. What'll you have?"
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"Your recommendation of scotch, please..." Raphael scans for a name tag "...Sir!" He fumbles around in his coin pouch and pulls out 2gp, placing it neatly stacked on the table "And a tab open for my acquaintances, yet to arrive."
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
"Name is Leodel. Apologies for not introducing myself, some of these out of towners in here are quite rowdy and impolite, so I quit giving my name out a few hours ago."
He takes out a clean glass, wipes down the bar in front of you, and pours some golden brown scotch into it, "Here is some of my smoked Scotch, for the sophisticated pallette. Let me know if you need anything." He slides it to you and takes the gold pieces.
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Raphael raises his glass and gives a polite nod. He reaches into his calligraphy box in his pack, pulls out a hollowed out feather which has been shaved down to a clean straw and sticks it in his drink. He folds his arms and leans on them on top of the bar, keeping his eye out for the companions he is looking to rendevu with.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
"Your best whiskey, please." Armyl's voice slithers, the muscular, trunk-like arms of the Lizardfolk resting on the bar. His blue eyes scan the bar warily, but he seems fairly relaxed.
The door opens and a small person enters the room. "inconspicuous" would be the last thing that comes to mind in that shape. A small halfling with colorful clothes, a violin strapped at the back, a small book strapped at his side but the most conspicuous is a huge hat on his head.
He looks around the room. He seems to be looking at the whole room and looking for something. The glances stop at the large bird-shaped Person in the room. An incredibly joyful expression seems to spread to his face as he moves towards the Aarakokra.
"Greetings, mister. My name is Milo Honeytongue. Entertainer, musician and great storyteller. Maybe you've heard of me before. Or the stories of the biggest adventurer ever: little Halfling Gilbert!" He pulls out his Hat and bends forward. The hat is so big that it almost covers him when he puts it in front of his chest to bow. "I am always looking for interesting individuals with interesting stories. You seems to be someone who has a lot to tell me. May I sit with you? The exertions of this day have made me tired and a nice company who has nice stories would be very welcome." One notices that he likes to talk, because he hardly lets anyone speak. But his voice is soft and pleasant, like honey. Before Raphael can say anything, he is already sitting on one of the free chairs on his table.
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Coming into the pub a half-elf gentleman and a cloaked elf, behind the half-elf he is dragging a chest. Looking about the room he will whisper to his companion and head to the bar. "Hello my friend, my companion and I were told to come and wait for a representative..." Taking a look around the pub and seeing all types of folks "It seems we were not the only ones. Any way I need a bottle of your hardest liquor. Ban you need anything?" Seeing this Bird creature, and a Lizard folk, "Hello, I am Xander and this is Ban, you here for the representative too?" Xander will pull the chest up right and take a seat on it, you here a few thing rattle in the chest but he doesn't seem to mind.
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Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAAfter Milo notices that Xander probably didn't notice him, he clears his throat to get attention. "Hello, My name is Milo Honeytongue. Entertainer, musician and great storyteller. Maybe you've heard of me before. Or the stories of the biggest adventurer ever: little Halfling Gilbert!" and do another bow. "So you are also all here for the representative? Take a sit with us, you're welcome, my Bird-friend and I always appriciate more folk with good stories!" He makes an exaggerated inviting gesture.
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Xander will ponder for a second to see if he could recall this storyteller. "I am not to familiar with this "little Halfing Gilbert" but I do recall a halfling musician who was a storyteller it might have been you might not sorry. Never seen your kind before ah... what was your name?" Addressing the Bird folk.
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAA small breeze wafts through the pub as a large half orc steps into the pub. Shabbily dressed and draped with an old, weather beaten cloak, Grol steps up to the bar and greets the bartender. In response to the offer of drink, Grol smiles and responds “I’m afraid I must decline. I am light of funds, but appreciate the offer.”
The shabby cloak presents the outline of a shield on his back. Grol unhooks a warhammer and sets the business end on the bar with a “thunk”. He nods courteously to the other adventurers who have gathered at the bar.
Just as the halfling approaches, Raphael indicates to the bar tender that he can be on the pre-paid tab. As the Milo is introducing himself, Raph spots out the corner of his eye two what look like Elven individuals, dragging a large chest approach the bar. Just as Raph goes to answer the halfling, he spins around in his seat, cutting Raphael short just before he could speak.
As Milo and Xander introduce themselves to Milo, Raph once again, indicated that "these two, as well" can join the tab. He hears Xander introduce himself, and again, goes to open his mouth (or beak) and is cut off by a big WHOOSH and the sound of heavy foot falls. Seeing as most people's attention is now fixated on the big half orc, as he goes to order, Raph quietly motions "him too" to the bar tender, hugs his whiskey and starts drinking quietly through his feather straw.
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"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Leodel hears loud clanging of glasses and plates from various part of the pub, minus the bar, and sends one of his workers to assist with their orders as he shakes his head lightly in disapproval.
He fills everyone's drink orders, a rich dark brown whiskey for the lizardman "Enjoy, I don't receive this one often."
A bottle of triple distilled moonshine made from bananas for the fellow half-elf. In Elvish, Leodel says to him,
Welcome cousins. My finest moonshine made from bananas, a rare treat here. Enjoy yourselves, Mr. Bolger will arrive soon.
Leodel sees the group is requesting the better selection of drinks compared to the still that most of the other obvious lesser adventurers at other tables are drinking fervently. He also brings out some complimentary food consisting of fresh sourdough bread and creamy butter, some cheeses, assorted salted nuts, and some sliced, de-boned smoked fish. He places a plate of each in front of everyone who Raphael indicates is with with him.
"Some of you do not have a drink, let's fix that." He then fills the everyone in the group a mug of the house ale and distributes them. The ale is a dark red and brown color and very frothy made from fresh hops and fine malts that taste of toasted nuts and a slightly bitter, crisp finish. You can tell it is finely crafted by the looks of it.
He says to everyone at the bar, "Have some food and a mug of Bitter Barnacle. On the house. In appreciation for having some decency in my place. Some of these lot have no respect. If you're waiting for the mayor's assistant, Mr. Bolger, he should be here in a little while. Enjoy some food while you wait. The name is Leodel. If ales or spirits are not your taste—I have several wines as well as non-alcoholic mixed drinks as well as other things to eat. Let me know if you all need anything else." He goes back to cleaning glasses behind the bar.
As you all receive your food and drink, you notice the pub that has a capacity of around 50 people is mostly full with the exception of a couple tables as a few patrons enter while a small group leaves. The Sour Barnacle is somewhat small in capacity, but still spacious enough so everyone has room to walk around comfortably without bumping tables.
Leodel's few servers seem busy, but are maintaining professionalism in dealing with their tables. While waiting on tables, they begin lighting candles in the pub. A maid goes to the upstairs area carrying cleaning supplies, candles, and bedding material. You hear faint sounds of footsteps and furniture being moved above while at the bar, though downstairs the pub has the typical sounds of a busy night reverberating within. It is now night as the light of the setting sun that was barely filling the pub has gave way to evening as warm candlelight fills the interior of the Sour Barnacle, causing reflections off the various fishing hooks affixed to the fishing nets on the walls.
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
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Milo doesn't even wait for the newcomers to sit down but moves to Leodel. "Hello, My name is Milo Honeytongue. Entertainer, musician and great storyteller. Maybe you've heard of me before. Or the stories of the biggest adventurer ever: little Halfling Gilbert! Do you mind if I put on a little show here? I'm sure the people will be happy to get some entertainment."
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LmOP, OotA and CoS as DM ---- SKT: Diero Merivaldi (Variant Human Arcane Trickster - lvl6) ---- ToA: Erevan (Drow Half-Elf Hexblade - lvl2)
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Into the Mists - CoS: Euron Dread (Glasya Tiefling Hunter - lvl1) --- The Labyrinth of the Goblin King: Grigor Marsk (Human War Wizard - lvl3)
"Thank you, sir. How much'll that be?" Armyl inquires, sipping on the whiskey.
Xander will take the bottle placing it in his bag. "Thank you, for the food and ale. How much for the bottle?" Seeing the half orc nod Xander will nod back tipping his hat. As he finishes he see that the bird folk was trying to say something. "Yes, your name friend." Ignoring the Halfling rambling.
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiA"Hello, sir Milo!" Grol says as the halfling finishes his introduction. "I would be delighted to hear a story of Gilbert!"
Grol then takes a sip of the fine brew that the barkeep offered on the house. The beer is smooth and rich.
Keeping more to herself, after the rebuke from Xander, she's mulling over his words and really thinking about any time in particular that she was the instigator of trouble. One could easily tell she's thinking hard.
To the bar keep in elvish:
"I don't typically drink, but how could one turn down something of the Tel-Quessir?
After a few ladylike sips, she tears a small piece of bread off, cocks her head, and complains to Xander in elvish as well.
"Ya know, I can't recall I time I was the one who caused trouble. Trouble just seems to find me."
"OH! Please allow me to remind you! When we were with the others at that temple you just had to take that big ass ruby! Remember you almost got everyone killed oh, and you weren't even able to hold on to it! That's when the other decided to go there separate ways! And just recently we were on the caravan to this place and you got us kicked off because those damn Gang lords attack the caravan because of YOU! YOU SAID YOU PAID OFF YOUR DEBT but clearly you didn't we had to travel 3 days dragging this big ass thing!"
Xander sigh and speaks in common "Sometimes I wounder who the older one is." Seeing how he overrated he shakes his head and sigh again "Look let's do this job get paid and pay off your debt. Then we can look for my siblings like we promised." It clear to the others siting at the bar he thinks of her as his family and he finishes of his drink "Now drink up Ban and let's enjoy the present! Another one please!"
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAA little taken aback by the outburst, she leans back a bit.
I... can explain both of those. Let's, let's start with the latter. I thought I paid them back in full. They never said anything about interest! Alright, now that I've had time to think about it, the Ruby called out to me. Enchanted! It must have been! Besides, if I did have it, I'd be able to pay 'em back. You know I wouldn't want everyone to leave. Especially Rey. His tail was the softest!
Leaning back even farther, so the seat is on two legs, she addresses anyone in earshot that might care about a lady's plight, "It wasn't my fault, honest! Don't you believe me?" As the last syllable is uttered, she puts on her best Ban Brand pout 23.
Raph doesn’t even try to speak this time, as soon after Xander addresses him again, he goes yelling in tounges at the other Elf. “An interesting lot...” he thinks to himself.
Raphael gives an overexaggerated nod, with his eyes wide to Ban, as if to say ‘yes, of course!’ He quickly goes back to his blank face expression leaning over the bar, sipping his drink and nibbling on some sour dough.
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