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Irritation begins to step in. No drink yet, loud noises, not a situation Kor wants to be in after a long day. She slowly gets up, grabbing the large weapon on her back. The cloth falls to give way to a shimmering greataxe. She raises the axe into the air and thuds it on the ground as she unleashes a loud roar into the crowd.
"BELAY THERE, YOU SCURVY RUBBERNECKERS. Give the dwarf some damn space afore I make it m'self!"
As Tok peers over his shoulder at the surly male half-orc, the commotion brewing in the tavern becomes impossible to ignore. On seeing a flash of steel and hearing a half-orc roar he pulls his hands away from Leona.
I don't think we'll get to dance tonight. You should get out of here Leona. I'll be sure no one follows you.
With that Tok steps away and tries to find a vantage point on the periphery of the action where he can see what's going on.
Kor - Your shout and greataxe send the crowd scrambling away from the dwarf and injured man. The barkeep is yelling and directing people out of the tavern while a pair of barmaids help the other distraught barmaid to a back room.
All - The crowd begins to disperse, giving Felmar and Doc some much needed breathing room.
Tok - Leona gasps at the sound of the half-orc woman shouting and slamming her weapon into the floor and steps behind you, her one hand on your low back and the other half-raised as she hides, "Merciful Lathander! What is going on here?" Her eyes go wide when you mention her leaving and she begins to protest, but the barkeep gestures for her to leave as well. She leans in and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek as she says, "Thank you Tok." She risks a quick glance at the half-orc woman and adds, "Don't get yourself hurt!" Before turning to join the procession of folks leaving the tavern.
Felmar - Now that the crowd has dispersed, you recall the voice of your mentor from The Halls of Everlasting Justice, "...put pressure on the wound and check for a pulse." The barkeep tosses you a shabby rag as you press your fingers to the man's scruffy neck. You hold your breath and wait... Thump... Th-Thump... ThumpThump... You feel an erratic pulse. It's shaky and faint, but it's there. With rag in hand, you press down firmly against the wound. You recall something about scalp wounds looking worse than they actually are. The man begins to snore loudly as the gash in his head begins to clot. He'll have a scar for sure, but he seems stable. The barkeep approaches and looks at the man snoring in your arms. "He'll live. Someone take him to his bed upstairs." The man is carried upstairs and the blood mopped up. The tavern returns to normalcy. The barkeep seeks you out and says "Your room and board are on the house tonight friend. If not for you a man would've died here tonight. Thank you."
With your successful Medicine check, you are able to stabilize the man without magical healing.
Tok - Given your stature, it is hard to see much through the crowd. You feel one last faint touch from Leona on your hip before she is lost in the crowd. A few moments later the room clears enough for you to see a dwarf tending to an injured man while a half-elf looks on.
Kor gives a nod to the Dwarf. As he goes about tending to the poor man's wounds, she begins wrapping her axe back in the cloth. With the axe snugly strapped back on, she approaches the Dwarf. "So he's gon' be alright, then?"
As Tok struggles with the crowd, a memory unexpectedly comes to him. He recalls helping at his father's shop when a passing noble brought his carriage in. As his father worked, he saw the noble waiting outside the shop get approached by all manor of local children. Most just poor and begging for a coin, but he also saw how their little hands could find their way around his pockets and pouches without him even noticing.
Worry flashes over his face as he quickly accounts for his belongings.
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Tok searches the room for Leona or the half-orc she was looking at (Perception: 17 )
Assuming he doesn't see them: Hmm I did not see that coming
He walks up to Kor, careful to approach from the opposite side as the greataxe: Excuse me, that male half-orc you were sitting by, did you happen to see where he went? I think I've been robbed..
Kor looks down at the Gnome approaching her. "That big ol' bloke? Nah, sorry. Was a bit caught up in all this." She gestures at the Dwarf and Half-Elf nearby. "What's wrong, you think he nicked something from you?"
Tok - You catch a glimpse of fabric through the press of bodies that you think might have been the same color as Leona's dress. If it was her, she's outside now. No sign of the half-orc.
All - After the drunken man is carried away and folks begin filtering back in to the tavern, you are approached by a Dwarven man that says, "Pardon me folks," He appears to be in his middle years, with a bald head and a large, thick, black beard. On the left side of his head is a detailed tattoo of a harp. His clothes are functional and plain but appear to be well crafted. A plain white shirt with the sleeves rolled up revealing hairy forearms and black leather pants tucked into brown boots. "My name is Khubic Bottlebelt. I saw how well you handled that situation with the drunk and I'm impressed. If you're looking for work, I find myself in need of capable hands such as yours. Would you care to join me at my table and discuss the details?"
Kor gives a hearty laugh. "Ah what luck, just what I was here for in the first place." She looks at the bartender, signaling for a long-awaited mug for herself. She then saunters up to the table and seats herself, leaning back and waiting expectedly.
Overhearing the conversation with Tok and Kor, Doc checks himself to make sure all of his belonging are still present. Thankful that his back was to the wall and not having anyone behind him, he knew it would be difficult for anyone to have taken anything. Taking a deep breath he turns to the gentlemen and states in a slight frustrated voice "Well met Khubic, I still have yet to get my mead nor food, it has been a long day that ended in a way I could not have planned. Until I can get some food and drink into me I am afraid my mental capacities will tend towards anger rather than reason."
All - You join Khubic at his table and he makes small talk with you all while you await your food and drink. After a few minutes the barkeep and a pair of barmaids arrive with food and drink for everyone, "It's all on the house folks. Thank you for helping earlier." The three leave and after everyone's hunger and thirst has been sated, he talks business, "Thank you all for indulging me in this, I hope we can help each other in this time of uncertainty. As I'm sure you have all heard, the city of Elturel has been cast into the nine hells. Some managed to escape the city before the infernal spell was complete and these refugees have spread throughout the Sword Coast telling horrifying tales of their narrow escape from the jaws of hell. I am a member of an organization that intends to uncover what caused the tragedy in Elturel and hold those responsible accountable. Our reach spans the length and breadth of the Sword Coast, but at the moment we are spread thin. I've been authorized to hire willing parties as temporary mercenary agents. That's where you come in." And he looks to each of you "All my life I've had a... A feel for people. I can spend a few minutes watching someone and know whether their intentions are good, evil, or other. It's saved my life more than once. Right now I see good in all of you. A desire to help and be part of the solution. A desire to right wrongs and bring to light what evil men do in the dark. This is what we need right now. If that sounds like something you want to be a part of, I have work for you. Paying work." At this point he sighs and his face reflects the seriousness of his words "Now, this might sound all well and good, but you all should know that lines are being drawn. Either you pick a side or be trampled in the middle. Even as I work to combat the darkness, so too does the darkness plot against us. Once you choose a side, you're putting yourself in the sight of those whose power is enormous. And they will do everything they can to keep that power. They cast an entire city into hell; murdering you and your loved ones is nothing to them. I don't mean to scare you away, I want you to know that the saying no good deed goes unpunished isn't far from the truth. I've lost friends and damn near lost my life more times than I can count. As I'm sure you've already guessed, Khubic Bottlebelt isn't even my real name. So that's my offer. If you need more time, I can give you 'til morning. The urgency of the situation doesn't allow for any more than that."
I have a bit o’ healin’ magic. He won’t be doin’ any cartwheels but at least I can close that gash. I jus’ need these ugly buggers to GET LOST!
Kor - You hear Felmar's roar but from what you can tell, no one appears to be paying him much heed.
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
Irritation begins to step in. No drink yet, loud noises, not a situation Kor wants to be in after a long day. She slowly gets up, grabbing the large weapon on her back. The cloth falls to give way to a shimmering greataxe. She raises the axe into the air and thuds it on the ground as she unleashes a loud roar into the crowd.
"BELAY THERE, YOU SCURVY RUBBERNECKERS. Give the dwarf some damn space afore I make it m'self!"
Intimidation 3
As Tok peers over his shoulder at the surly male half-orc, the commotion brewing in the tavern becomes impossible to ignore. On seeing a flash of steel and hearing a half-orc roar he pulls his hands away from Leona.
I don't think we'll get to dance tonight. You should get out of here Leona. I'll be sure no one follows you.
With that Tok steps away and tries to find a vantage point on the periphery of the action where he can see what's going on.
Kor - Your shout and greataxe send the crowd scrambling away from the dwarf and injured man. The barkeep is yelling and directing people out of the tavern while a pair of barmaids help the other distraught barmaid to a back room.
All - The crowd begins to disperse, giving Felmar and Doc some much needed breathing room.
Tok - Leona gasps at the sound of the half-orc woman shouting and slamming her weapon into the floor and steps behind you, her one hand on your low back and the other half-raised as she hides, "Merciful Lathander! What is going on here?" Her eyes go wide when you mention her leaving and she begins to protest, but the barkeep gestures for her to leave as well. She leans in and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek as she says, "Thank you Tok." She risks a quick glance at the half-orc woman and adds, "Don't get yourself hurt!" Before turning to join the procession of folks leaving the tavern.
Please make a Perception check.
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
Felmar salutes Kor and says Thanks lass
Then he proceeds to re-examine the fallen man
Medicine: 12
Tok strains to see through the crowd
Perception: 7
Felmar - Now that the crowd has dispersed, you recall the voice of your mentor from The Halls of Everlasting Justice, "...put pressure on the wound and check for a pulse." The barkeep tosses you a shabby rag as you press your fingers to the man's scruffy neck. You hold your breath and wait... Thump... Th-Thump... ThumpThump... You feel an erratic pulse. It's shaky and faint, but it's there. With rag in hand, you press down firmly against the wound. You recall something about scalp wounds looking worse than they actually are. The man begins to snore loudly as the gash in his head begins to clot. He'll have a scar for sure, but he seems stable. The barkeep approaches and looks at the man snoring in your arms. "He'll live. Someone take him to his bed upstairs." The man is carried upstairs and the blood mopped up. The tavern returns to normalcy. The barkeep seeks you out and says "Your room and board are on the house tonight friend. If not for you a man would've died here tonight. Thank you."
With your successful Medicine check, you are able to stabilize the man without magical healing.
Tok - Given your stature, it is hard to see much through the crowd. You feel one last faint touch from Leona on your hip before she is lost in the crowd. A few moments later the room clears enough for you to see a dwarf tending to an injured man while a half-elf looks on.
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
Kor gives a nod to the Dwarf. As he goes about tending to the poor man's wounds, she begins wrapping her axe back in the cloth. With the axe snugly strapped back on, she approaches the Dwarf. "So he's gon' be alright, then?"
As Tok struggles with the crowd, a memory unexpectedly comes to him. He recalls helping at his father's shop when a passing noble brought his carriage in. As his father worked, he saw the noble waiting outside the shop get approached by all manor of local children. Most just poor and begging for a coin, but he also saw how their little hands could find their way around his pockets and pouches without him even noticing.
Worry flashes over his face as he quickly accounts for his belongings.
Tok - Cold fear grips your heart as you find your coin pouch missing!
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
Tok searches the room for Leona or the half-orc she was looking at (Perception: 17 )
Assuming he doesn't see them:
Hmm I did not see that coming
He walks up to Kor, careful to approach from the opposite side as the greataxe:
Excuse me, that male half-orc you were sitting by, did you happen to see where he went? I think I've been robbed..
Kor looks down at the Gnome approaching her. "That big ol' bloke? Nah, sorry. Was a bit caught up in all this." She gestures at the Dwarf and Half-Elf nearby. "What's wrong, you think he nicked something from you?"
Tok - You catch a glimpse of fabric through the press of bodies that you think might have been the same color as Leona's dress. If it was her, she's outside now. No sign of the half-orc.
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
All - After the drunken man is carried away and folks begin filtering back in to the tavern, you are approached by a Dwarven man that says, "Pardon me folks," He appears to be in his middle years, with a bald head and a large, thick, black beard. On the left side of his head is a detailed tattoo of a harp. His clothes are functional and plain but appear to be well crafted. A plain white shirt with the sleeves rolled up revealing hairy forearms and black leather pants tucked into brown boots. "My name is Khubic Bottlebelt. I saw how well you handled that situation with the drunk and I'm impressed. If you're looking for work, I find myself in need of capable hands such as yours. Would you care to join me at my table and discuss the details?"
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
Kor gives a hearty laugh. "Ah what luck, just what I was here for in the first place." She looks at the bartender, signaling for a long-awaited mug for herself. She then saunters up to the table and seats herself, leaning back and waiting expectedly.
To Kor: Not him .. um .. exactly, but I think he may have known who did
Tok looks down at his feet. On overhearing Khubic: Actually, I seem to find myself in need of funds. I don't suppose I could join you?
Overhearing the conversation with Tok and Kor, Doc checks himself to make sure all of his belonging are still present. Thankful that his back was to the wall and not having anyone behind him, he knew it would be difficult for anyone to have taken anything. Taking a deep breath he turns to the gentlemen and states in a slight frustrated voice "Well met Khubic, I still have yet to get my mead nor food, it has been a long day that ended in a way I could not have planned. Until I can get some food and drink into me I am afraid my mental capacities will tend towards anger rather than reason."
Taking all this in, Felmar acknowledges Khubic and says
Aye, I could use a bit o’ coin. Tell me more
He gives Khubic a heart slap on the back and starts back towards the tables.
All - You join Khubic at his table and he makes small talk with you all while you await your food and drink. After a few minutes the barkeep and a pair of barmaids arrive with food and drink for everyone, "It's all on the house folks. Thank you for helping earlier." The three leave and after everyone's hunger and thirst has been sated, he talks business, "Thank you all for indulging me in this, I hope we can help each other in this time of uncertainty. As I'm sure you have all heard, the city of Elturel has been cast into the nine hells. Some managed to escape the city before the infernal spell was complete and these refugees have spread throughout the Sword Coast telling horrifying tales of their narrow escape from the jaws of hell. I am a member of an organization that intends to uncover what caused the tragedy in Elturel and hold those responsible accountable. Our reach spans the length and breadth of the Sword Coast, but at the moment we are spread thin. I've been authorized to hire willing parties as temporary mercenary agents. That's where you come in." And he looks to each of you "All my life I've had a... A feel for people. I can spend a few minutes watching someone and know whether their intentions are good, evil, or other. It's saved my life more than once. Right now I see good in all of you. A desire to help and be part of the solution. A desire to right wrongs and bring to light what evil men do in the dark. This is what we need right now. If that sounds like something you want to be a part of, I have work for you. Paying work." At this point he sighs and his face reflects the seriousness of his words "Now, this might sound all well and good, but you all should know that lines are being drawn. Either you pick a side or be trampled in the middle. Even as I work to combat the darkness, so too does the darkness plot against us. Once you choose a side, you're putting yourself in the sight of those whose power is enormous. And they will do everything they can to keep that power. They cast an entire city into hell; murdering you and your loved ones is nothing to them. I don't mean to scare you away, I want you to know that the saying no good deed goes unpunished isn't far from the truth. I've lost friends and damn near lost my life more times than I can count. As I'm sure you've already guessed, Khubic Bottlebelt isn't even my real name. So that's my offer. If you need more time, I can give you 'til morning. The urgency of the situation doesn't allow for any more than that."
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey