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Puziriaz walks back to the inn where he is staying. As he enters through the main door he smiles and nods at the barkeep, his teeth are perfect as perfect can be, pure white with a slight gleam to them. He walks up the stairs to his room, "the most extravagant room you have dear sir" he had said as he entered the tavern for the first time. The room, however wasn't very extravagant, but Puziriaz didn't mind. It was after all a tid bit more than he actually could afford at the moment. He barges through the door, the three kippers dangling in his right hand.
"Agatha, my dear!" He looks to his elderly, loyal and half-blind human maid. She is currently sewing a fine outfit for her master and looks up towards the sound of him entering the room. "The most peculiar thing happened a few minutes ago. One of the short ones, the one with hairy feet, a halfling came up to me and handed me three fishes and 7 of these bells." He rattles the bag "The ones the pirates use, you know. Anyway... This can't be a mere coincidence or a mistake, i mean, no-one has the dashing looks i have so a wrongful delivery is completely out of the question. So, this must be a sign, someone is asking for an audience with the great lord Albourne and this." He rattles the bag again. "This is a sign. So you better chipchip, hepphepp and finish the clothes so i can meet this mystery man or woman who wishes to speak with me." He gives Agatha the kippers and slumps down in his bed. "Have these fish, you know i hate fish deary. I'm going to think about this conundrum while you finish my clothes."
Intelligence check to try and figure out what the kippers and bells could mean: 17
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Blixanix Glitterpain, Goblin Bard - In campaign: Ravnica, City of Guilds
The Soggiest DM - In campaign: Boats, Rocks & Ruffians Eira Whitefeather, Human Sorcerer/Warlock - In campaign: Death Inspectors Expanded
Roland "THUNDER HIPPO" Wolfscribe, Human Bloodhunter - In campaign: Core City: A Play-by-post Adventure
The Five Daggers tavern, a place with a dread reputation. Emily knew she was taking her life in her hands, but some times a little boldness could save a life, even if that was only because the cats were watching to see how far the mouse could get without being torn apart. She began to walk faux-casually in that direction, on the way she would duck into the small house on the corner that served as home to pick up the long coat that held her concealed weapons, just in case.
Emily continued on, exchanging pleasantries with Mrs. Steele, slipping a couple of Bells to Jenny One-eye so the poor girl could get some food, and checking in Dani Tamsin at the orphanage to see how the girl was doing she finally made it to the tavern.
The person Kakaryn accosted looks at him with a mixture of confusion and fear. It is not everyday that a heavily armored person wanders through the streets of Maribor. Indeed, Kakaryn now noticed that he was drawing concerned glances from all the pedestrians and that everyone was going out of their way to give him a wide berth. As he waited for the man to stumble over pleasantries and courtesies that it was obvious he was not used to using it occurred to the dragonborn knight that there was an small taphouse in the market district near the smithy known as "The Three Kippers".
As this realization snapped Kakaryn out of his reverie two city watch approached. The senior of the two spoke up "Beggin' yer pardon m'lord but it is against the law for anyone to carry a blade longer than a cubit or to wear metal armor within city walls unless they are city watch, a member of the Churchguard on duty, or carrying a writ from the Lord-Mayor hisself. Now, we don't wanna insult his lordship but I'm 'fraid that the rules are rules. So if it pleases his lordship, it would be our honor to escort his lordship back to his residence so he can change into something more fitting for a lord within the city."
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As Urji stares at the silver bell a strange voice fills his head, "We made a deal you and I, I keep you alive and you well you know what is expected of you. Now 3 kippers and 7 silver nuggets...seems like an odd number <the voice chuckles at its joke>, specifically odd don't you think Urji? No of course you don't that is why you need me. Yes 3 kippers and 7, what did you call them? Bells! Yes that was it...7 bells. Oddly specific. Now eat Urji, you have to keep your strength up. 3 kippers and 7 bells...what do you think it means..."
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Puziriaz almost jumps out of the bed as the bell rings. "BELLS!", he shouts as he reaches into his inner pocket an pulls out the coins. "Deary Agatha i got it! The bells, as the pirates call them signal the time of day. You see, the bell chimes once an hour after dawn. So the first clue is when the bells chimes seven times?" He doesn't even wait for an answer from his maid. He just pulls the half eaten fishes out of her hands and runs down to the main tavern. A daydrunk regular sits at the bar, but as Puziraz spots the barkeep he pushes him out of the way to get to the man behind the counter. "Excuse me Mr. barkeep, but are there any places in town that is related to three fishes or something like that." He presents the just about finished meal and slams it down in front of him.
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The Soggiest DM - In campaign: Boats, Rocks & Ruffians Eira Whitefeather, Human Sorcerer/Warlock - In campaign: Death Inspectors Expanded
Roland "THUNDER HIPPO" Wolfscribe, Human Bloodhunter - In campaign: Core City: A Play-by-post Adventure
The barkeep looks at you somewhat astonished "What?!? Are you daft or something? What are you dithering on about three fishes?" The barkeep looks down at your most eaten meal for a moment and then looks back at you. His face is a mix of annoyance and confusion but just as he is about to say something else a light of recognition comes on behind his eyes and his head gives a slight nod. "Aye! There is a little sup house just off the market only a few blocks from here. But I have to warn ya good Sir, that if you choose to dine there you will be paying more than you need too for their fare and you won't find it nearly as satisfying as anything my Josenne can cook up. Now, what will you be having? I still have some blackwine in the kettle or if you need something stouter to warm those bones of yours I have a fine bottle of gnomish brandy that I just uncorked last eve." The bartender stares at you expectently.
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Kakaryn maintains a friendly smile while talking to the city watch.
"Now, now, I don't want to interrupt your job for this unfortunate misunderstanding. There is just something I want to clear before I return to my abode, does carrying this whip against the rules?"
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Puziriaz smiles and claps twice. "Excellent Mr. barkeep. And yes, I will have a glass of some of that gnomish brandy." Puziraz sits down and pulls out a few coins from his pockets and slides them over towards the barkeep. He makes sure that his ring engraved with the crest of a noble family shows as usual. "Oh, and send some blackwine up to my room for my maid. She has been working really well today so she deserves something nice i suppose." He signals the barkeep to take the fishes away with a shooing motion before his belly rumbles. "I haven't even had breakfast yet", he thinks to himself. "Give me some nice cured meat and freshly baked bread with that brandy too, i am staaarving. And if you could tell me the name of this place you talk about that would be most excellent."
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The Soggiest DM - In campaign: Boats, Rocks & Ruffians Eira Whitefeather, Human Sorcerer/Warlock - In campaign: Death Inspectors Expanded
Roland "THUNDER HIPPO" Wolfscribe, Human Bloodhunter - In campaign: Core City: A Play-by-post Adventure
"No, m'lord, a whip is not against His Highness's rules. As matter of fact a great many taskmasters carry whips routinely. It is often the only way to keep the slaves or peasants in line. Now, m'lord, it would be our honor to escort you back to the cloisters so you can properly secure your sword." And with that the senior watchman signals in the direction of the Great Church.
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As for me, I choose to believe that an extinct thunder lizard is running a game of Dungeons & Dragons via Twitter!
"The Nameless One may have sent you to lead me in this time of confusion. Praise be to the one and true god."
After arriving to his quarters, he speaks to the city watch, "May the Nameless One guide you as he guided me this day."
Kakaryn dons off his armor and shield, and stores them in his personal stash with the javelins. He then puts on his vestments along with other things needed for him to preach and a whip on his side.
He then starts walking towards the market district, specifically the place called Three Kippers near the smithy.
As Tarvon nearedthe locale of the Three Kippers, he became more cautions. Approaching slowly, and casually so as not to draw attention he found a good place to watch the establishment for a while. He wanted to have some idea of what he was about to walk into.
Noting the passersby, he did his best to note any repeat faces or others like him who were scoping out the joint. Anyone acting with seeming normality yet getting reactions form the people who surrounded them were also looked for. There were dozens of tells that would give away lookouts, spies, or bushwhackers. Tarvon had been involved in that kind of mischief often enough to know it when he saw it.
Thinking it would be unwise to pursue this course of action, and heck, even the rest of the day alone, without some kind of back up plan, he grabbed the arm of a dirty little street urchin.
Pressing a copper into its hand, he bid the child to get word to 'Johnny Sausage' at the Muck street piggery to bring some friendly muscle, 'just in case'.
The barkeep eyes the coin and quickly scoops it up before grabbing a wooden cup from under the bar. He uncorks the dark leaded glass bottle and pours the cup about two-thirds full. The smell of the brandy causes Puziriaz's nose to twitch. The barkeep then cuts a couple of slices of meat from the roast skewered over the cool hearth. He grabs a roll of hard tack and sets on the wooden plate next to the meat. He then ladles over a portion of gravy from the pan sitting under the skewer. He sets the plate in front of Puziriaz. "It is known as the Three Kippers. I hope you enjoy the brandy Sir." Then he turns his attention to a couple of regulars who have settled at the far end of the bar.
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As soon as Puziriaz finishes his drink he nods towards the bartender and leaves an extra coin on the counter. "Thanks for the help, Mr. barkeep." He then runs up to Agatha, checks up on her work and tells her about what he has learned. Whatever time it is Puziriaz will have a short nap before heading out to the Three Kippers. As soon as the clock strikes 6 however he jumps out of the bed, puts on his fancier clothes, especially made to fit over a set of leather armour, and heads out towards his destination.
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The Soggiest DM - In campaign: Boats, Rocks & Ruffians Eira Whitefeather, Human Sorcerer/Warlock - In campaign: Death Inspectors Expanded
Roland "THUNDER HIPPO" Wolfscribe, Human Bloodhunter - In campaign: Core City: A Play-by-post Adventure
As Emily steps in the gloom of the place envelopes her. Smoke hangs in the air burning her nose and eyes. The only light is cast by a few tallow candles. Even the hearth is filled with smoldering coals that give off much more smoke than light. As Emily's eyes adjust to the dim interior a deep gruff voice rumbles from behind the bar "It looks like you are lost lil' missy." Emily looks at the man behind the bar, Brogan, she knew him only by reputation. Owner of the Five Daggers, he was rumored to be one of the Five, perhaps even Second Dagger, behind only Alistair himself. He was a large man, built as thick as any dwarf but at twice the height. His head covered with thick, coarse, dark hair with a matching beard that was as wild and unkept as it was thick. When you added in the heavy brow one was left with the impression that Brogan was nothing more than a large heavy shadow. Emily stared through the gloom and smoke but not matter how much she squinted and focused she couldn't make out his eyes, just a pair of dark pools of shadow where they should be. When he spoke again Emily started despite herself. "I said, you must be lost because you ain't no killer. So unless you have a really good reason for being here I suggest you turn around and walk around while you still can. Since it is early and I don't feel like any nonsense at the moment I am going to give you this one chance, of course if you stay any longer the boys here might start thinkin' you have takin' a shine to them and you are lookin' for a good time." You sense more than see a smirk cross his dark face and out of the corner of your eye you notice that several of the shadowy forms sitting along the various long tables subtly shift. "So what is a pretty lil' thing like you doin' in my bar?"
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Tarvon had been scouting for longer than he cared to count and his legs and stomach were beginning to protest. He suddenly realized that someone had approached him from behind and was much closer than Tarvon was comfortable with. He tensed his body, preparing to either flee or defend himself when a familiar voice squeeked out from behind him. "Allo there Tarvon, whatcha' doin' lurkin' in the alley? I wanted ya to know m'brother got yer message but seein' as yer about to be dead he din't feel like comin' to help. As fer me, well I just had to know whatcha' was up to and why ya thought ya needed m'brother's help." A mixture of disappointment and aggravation filled Tarvon's mind. Jonys d'Sauge, the man Tarvon called "Johnny Sausage", but never to his face, was reputedly a half-ogre. A half-head taller than any other man in Maribor and weighing at least 20 stone. He had a baby face that belied the strength of a bull and a temper to match. His "twin" was Geurn d'Sauge, a wise-cracking whelp of a gnome that Tarvon was sure was only still alive because people were afraid of what his "brother" might do if they hurt him. Geurn settled in just behind Tarvon and continued, "So, I hafta ask, why are you still out in the open where anyone can find ya? I mean if Brogan were lookin' fer me I would be layin' low. Ya should head up the Quarry, cuz ya'know you people din't normally leave the camps up there. Ya stick out like a sore thumb ya does. I mean look at how easy I found ya. Speakin' of findin' ya easy, can I stay at yer place for a little while, I mean seein' as how yer not goin' be usin' it, right? I mean ya would hafta be mighty stupid to go to yer own place. Isn't that like the first place that Brogan's goons are gonna look? Speakin' of goons, when you go into hidin' don't tell me where you are goin'. I mean it, I got no stomach fer blood and if Brogan's men come lookin' fer ya while I am holed up at yer place they are gonna ask me if I know where ya are. And it would be best if'n I din't know cuz I am sure I would crack. I mean they are goin' to get rough right? And I go no tolerance fer pain. OH! And since yer goin' to be dead soon can you pay me back those 3 drakes ya owe me? Hey! Looky there! Ya din't see one of them dragonborn very often, and he looks like he might be a priest. Perhaps you can ask him fer yer last rites, seein' as yer about to be dead and all."
Tarvon sees the large dragonborn, who appears to obviously out of place in the market, and is heading straight toward the Three Kippers!
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Emily squared her shoulders and, trying to sound casual, replied. "Word has it that a gentleman known to frequent this establishment wished to have words with me and so, to avoid wasting each other's time I thought to seek him out and see what such a fellow would have to say."
Puziriaz walks back to the inn where he is staying. As he enters through the main door he smiles and nods at the barkeep, his teeth are perfect as perfect can be, pure white with a slight gleam to them. He walks up the stairs to his room, "the most extravagant room you have dear sir" he had said as he entered the tavern for the first time. The room, however wasn't very extravagant, but Puziriaz didn't mind. It was after all a tid bit more than he actually could afford at the moment. He barges through the door, the three kippers dangling in his right hand.
"Agatha, my dear!" He looks to his elderly, loyal and half-blind human maid. She is currently sewing a fine outfit for her master and looks up towards the sound of him entering the room. "The most peculiar thing happened a few minutes ago. One of the short ones, the one with hairy feet, a halfling came up to me and handed me three fishes and 7 of these bells." He rattles the bag "The ones the pirates use, you know. Anyway... This can't be a mere coincidence or a mistake, i mean, no-one has the dashing looks i have so a wrongful delivery is completely out of the question. So, this must be a sign, someone is asking for an audience with the great lord Albourne and this." He rattles the bag again. "This is a sign. So you better chipchip, hepphepp and finish the clothes so i can meet this mystery man or woman who wishes to speak with me." He gives Agatha the kippers and slumps down in his bed. "Have these fish, you know i hate fish deary. I'm going to think about this conundrum while you finish my clothes."
Intelligence check to try and figure out what the kippers and bells could mean: 17
Blixanix Glitterpain, Goblin Bard - In campaign: Ravnica, City of GuildsThe Soggiest DM - In campaign: Boats, Rocks & RuffiansEira Whitefeather, Human Sorcerer/Warlock - In campaign: Death Inspectors ExpandedRoland "THUNDER HIPPO" Wolfscribe, Human Bloodhunter - In campaign: Core City: A Play-by-post Adventure
The Five Daggers tavern, a place with a dread reputation. Emily knew she was taking her life in her hands, but some times a little boldness could save a life, even if that was only because the cats were watching to see how far the mouse could get without being torn apart. She began to walk faux-casually in that direction, on the way she would duck into the small house on the corner that served as home to pick up the long coat that held her concealed weapons, just in case.
Emily continued on, exchanging pleasantries with Mrs. Steele, slipping a couple of Bells to Jenny One-eye so the poor girl could get some food, and checking in Dani Tamsin at the orphanage to see how the girl was doing she finally made it to the tavern.
The person Kakaryn accosted looks at him with a mixture of confusion and fear. It is not everyday that a heavily armored person wanders through the streets of Maribor. Indeed, Kakaryn now noticed that he was drawing concerned glances from all the pedestrians and that everyone was going out of their way to give him a wide berth. As he waited for the man to stumble over pleasantries and courtesies that it was obvious he was not used to using it occurred to the dragonborn knight that there was an small taphouse in the market district near the smithy known as "The Three Kippers".
As this realization snapped Kakaryn out of his reverie two city watch approached. The senior of the two spoke up "Beggin' yer pardon m'lord but it is against the law for anyone to carry a blade longer than a cubit or to wear metal armor within city walls unless they are city watch, a member of the Churchguard on duty, or carrying a writ from the Lord-Mayor hisself. Now, we don't wanna insult his lordship but I'm 'fraid that the rules are rules. So if it pleases his lordship, it would be our honor to escort his lordship back to his residence so he can change into something more fitting for a lord within the city."
As for me, I choose to believe that an extinct thunder lizard is running a game of Dungeons & Dragons via Twitter!
As Puziriaz sits and ponders, the bells of the nearby temple of the Great Church ring out 3 times, marking the 3rd hour since dawn.
As for me, I choose to believe that an extinct thunder lizard is running a game of Dungeons & Dragons via Twitter!
As Urji stares at the silver bell a strange voice fills his head, "We made a deal you and I, I keep you alive and you well you know what is expected of you. Now 3 kippers and 7 silver nuggets...seems like an odd number <the voice chuckles at its joke>, specifically odd don't you think Urji? No of course you don't that is why you need me. Yes 3 kippers and 7, what did you call them? Bells! Yes that was it...7 bells. Oddly specific. Now eat Urji, you have to keep your strength up. 3 kippers and 7 bells...what do you think it means..."
As for me, I choose to believe that an extinct thunder lizard is running a game of Dungeons & Dragons via Twitter!
Puziriaz almost jumps out of the bed as the bell rings. "BELLS!", he shouts as he reaches into his inner pocket an pulls out the coins. "Deary Agatha i got it! The bells, as the pirates call them signal the time of day. You see, the bell chimes once an hour after dawn. So the first clue is when the bells chimes seven times?" He doesn't even wait for an answer from his maid. He just pulls the half eaten fishes out of her hands and runs down to the main tavern. A daydrunk regular sits at the bar, but as Puziraz spots the barkeep he pushes him out of the way to get to the man behind the counter. "Excuse me Mr. barkeep, but are there any places in town that is related to three fishes or something like that." He presents the just about finished meal and slams it down in front of him.
Blixanix Glitterpain, Goblin Bard - In campaign: Ravnica, City of GuildsThe Soggiest DM - In campaign: Boats, Rocks & RuffiansEira Whitefeather, Human Sorcerer/Warlock - In campaign: Death Inspectors ExpandedRoland "THUNDER HIPPO" Wolfscribe, Human Bloodhunter - In campaign: Core City: A Play-by-post Adventure
The barkeep looks at you somewhat astonished "What?!? Are you daft or something? What are you dithering on about three fishes?" The barkeep looks down at your most eaten meal for a moment and then looks back at you. His face is a mix of annoyance and confusion but just as he is about to say something else a light of recognition comes on behind his eyes and his head gives a slight nod. "Aye! There is a little sup house just off the market only a few blocks from here. But I have to warn ya good Sir, that if you choose to dine there you will be paying more than you need too for their fare and you won't find it nearly as satisfying as anything my Josenne can cook up. Now, what will you be having? I still have some blackwine in the kettle or if you need something stouter to warm those bones of yours I have a fine bottle of gnomish brandy that I just uncorked last eve." The bartender stares at you expectently.
As for me, I choose to believe that an extinct thunder lizard is running a game of Dungeons & Dragons via Twitter!
Kakaryn maintains a friendly smile while talking to the city watch.
"Now, now, I don't want to interrupt your job for this unfortunate misunderstanding. There is just something I want to clear before I return to my abode, does carrying this whip against the rules?"
Puziriaz smiles and claps twice. "Excellent Mr. barkeep. And yes, I will have a glass of some of that gnomish brandy." Puziraz sits down and pulls out a few coins from his pockets and slides them over towards the barkeep. He makes sure that his ring engraved with the crest of a noble family shows as usual. "Oh, and send some blackwine up to my room for my maid. She has been working really well today so she deserves something nice i suppose." He signals the barkeep to take the fishes away with a shooing motion before his belly rumbles. "I haven't even had breakfast yet", he thinks to himself. "Give me some nice cured meat and freshly baked bread with that brandy too, i am staaarving. And if you could tell me the name of this place you talk about that would be most excellent."
Blixanix Glitterpain, Goblin Bard - In campaign: Ravnica, City of GuildsThe Soggiest DM - In campaign: Boats, Rocks & RuffiansEira Whitefeather, Human Sorcerer/Warlock - In campaign: Death Inspectors ExpandedRoland "THUNDER HIPPO" Wolfscribe, Human Bloodhunter - In campaign: Core City: A Play-by-post Adventure
After a moment of hesitation Emily walked in.
"No, m'lord, a whip is not against His Highness's rules. As matter of fact a great many taskmasters carry whips routinely. It is often the only way to keep the slaves or peasants in line. Now, m'lord, it would be our honor to escort you back to the cloisters so you can properly secure your sword." And with that the senior watchman signals in the direction of the Great Church.
As for me, I choose to believe that an extinct thunder lizard is running a game of Dungeons & Dragons via Twitter!
"The Nameless One may have sent you to lead me in this time of confusion. Praise be to the one and true god."
After arriving to his quarters, he speaks to the city watch, "May the Nameless One guide you as he guided me this day."
Kakaryn dons off his armor and shield, and stores them in his personal stash with the javelins. He then puts on his vestments along with other things needed for him to preach and a whip on his side.
He then starts walking towards the market district, specifically the place called Three Kippers near the smithy.
As Tarvon nearedthe locale of the Three Kippers, he became more cautions. Approaching slowly, and casually so as not to draw attention he found a good place to watch the establishment for a while. He wanted to have some idea of what he was about to walk into.
Noting the passersby, he did his best to note any repeat faces or others like him who were scoping out the joint. Anyone acting with seeming normality yet getting reactions form the people who surrounded them were also looked for. There were dozens of tells that would give away lookouts, spies, or bushwhackers. Tarvon had been involved in that kind of mischief often enough to know it when he saw it.
Thinking it would be unwise to pursue this course of action, and heck, even the rest of the day alone, without some kind of back up plan, he grabbed the arm of a dirty little street urchin.
Pressing a copper into its hand, he bid the child to get word to 'Johnny Sausage' at the Muck street piggery to bring some friendly muscle, 'just in case'.
The barkeep eyes the coin and quickly scoops it up before grabbing a wooden cup from under the bar. He uncorks the dark leaded glass bottle and pours the cup about two-thirds full. The smell of the brandy causes Puziriaz's nose to twitch. The barkeep then cuts a couple of slices of meat from the roast skewered over the cool hearth. He grabs a roll of hard tack and sets on the wooden plate next to the meat. He then ladles over a portion of gravy from the pan sitting under the skewer. He sets the plate in front of Puziriaz. "It is known as the Three Kippers. I hope you enjoy the brandy Sir." Then he turns his attention to a couple of regulars who have settled at the far end of the bar.
As for me, I choose to believe that an extinct thunder lizard is running a game of Dungeons & Dragons via Twitter!
As soon as Puziriaz finishes his drink he nods towards the bartender and leaves an extra coin on the counter. "Thanks for the help, Mr. barkeep." He then runs up to Agatha, checks up on her work and tells her about what he has learned. Whatever time it is Puziriaz will have a short nap before heading out to the Three Kippers. As soon as the clock strikes 6 however he jumps out of the bed, puts on his fancier clothes, especially made to fit over a set of leather armour, and heads out towards his destination.
Blixanix Glitterpain, Goblin Bard - In campaign: Ravnica, City of GuildsThe Soggiest DM - In campaign: Boats, Rocks & RuffiansEira Whitefeather, Human Sorcerer/Warlock - In campaign: Death Inspectors ExpandedRoland "THUNDER HIPPO" Wolfscribe, Human Bloodhunter - In campaign: Core City: A Play-by-post Adventure
As Emily steps in the gloom of the place envelopes her. Smoke hangs in the air burning her nose and eyes. The only light is cast by a few tallow candles. Even the hearth is filled with smoldering coals that give off much more smoke than light. As Emily's eyes adjust to the dim interior a deep gruff voice rumbles from behind the bar "It looks like you are lost lil' missy." Emily looks at the man behind the bar, Brogan, she knew him only by reputation. Owner of the Five Daggers, he was rumored to be one of the Five, perhaps even Second Dagger, behind only Alistair himself. He was a large man, built as thick as any dwarf but at twice the height. His head covered with thick, coarse, dark hair with a matching beard that was as wild and unkept as it was thick. When you added in the heavy brow one was left with the impression that Brogan was nothing more than a large heavy shadow. Emily stared through the gloom and smoke but not matter how much she squinted and focused she couldn't make out his eyes, just a pair of dark pools of shadow where they should be. When he spoke again Emily started despite herself. "I said, you must be lost because you ain't no killer. So unless you have a really good reason for being here I suggest you turn around and walk around while you still can. Since it is early and I don't feel like any nonsense at the moment I am going to give you this one chance, of course if you stay any longer the boys here might start thinkin' you have takin' a shine to them and you are lookin' for a good time." You sense more than see a smirk cross his dark face and out of the corner of your eye you notice that several of the shadowy forms sitting along the various long tables subtly shift. "So what is a pretty lil' thing like you doin' in my bar?"
As for me, I choose to believe that an extinct thunder lizard is running a game of Dungeons & Dragons via Twitter!
Tarvon had been scouting for longer than he cared to count and his legs and stomach were beginning to protest. He suddenly realized that someone had approached him from behind and was much closer than Tarvon was comfortable with. He tensed his body, preparing to either flee or defend himself when a familiar voice squeeked out from behind him. "Allo there Tarvon, whatcha' doin' lurkin' in the alley? I wanted ya to know m'brother got yer message but seein' as yer about to be dead he din't feel like comin' to help. As fer me, well I just had to know whatcha' was up to and why ya thought ya needed m'brother's help." A mixture of disappointment and aggravation filled Tarvon's mind. Jonys d'Sauge, the man Tarvon called "Johnny Sausage", but never to his face, was reputedly a half-ogre. A half-head taller than any other man in Maribor and weighing at least 20 stone. He had a baby face that belied the strength of a bull and a temper to match. His "twin" was Geurn d'Sauge, a wise-cracking whelp of a gnome that Tarvon was sure was only still alive because people were afraid of what his "brother" might do if they hurt him. Geurn settled in just behind Tarvon and continued, "So, I hafta ask, why are you still out in the open where anyone can find ya? I mean if Brogan were lookin' fer me I would be layin' low. Ya should head up the Quarry, cuz ya'know you people din't normally leave the camps up there. Ya stick out like a sore thumb ya does. I mean look at how easy I found ya. Speakin' of findin' ya easy, can I stay at yer place for a little while, I mean seein' as how yer not goin' be usin' it, right? I mean ya would hafta be mighty stupid to go to yer own place. Isn't that like the first place that Brogan's goons are gonna look? Speakin' of goons, when you go into hidin' don't tell me where you are goin'. I mean it, I got no stomach fer blood and if Brogan's men come lookin' fer ya while I am holed up at yer place they are gonna ask me if I know where ya are. And it would be best if'n I din't know cuz I am sure I would crack. I mean they are goin' to get rough right? And I go no tolerance fer pain. OH! And since yer goin' to be dead soon can you pay me back those 3 drakes ya owe me? Hey! Looky there! Ya din't see one of them dragonborn very often, and he looks like he might be a priest. Perhaps you can ask him fer yer last rites, seein' as yer about to be dead and all."
Tarvon sees the large dragonborn, who appears to obviously out of place in the market, and is heading straight toward the Three Kippers!
As for me, I choose to believe that an extinct thunder lizard is running a game of Dungeons & Dragons via Twitter!
Does Kakaryn wish to do anything other than head straight for the Three Kippers?
As for me, I choose to believe that an extinct thunder lizard is running a game of Dungeons & Dragons via Twitter!
Emily squared her shoulders and, trying to sound casual, replied. "Word has it that a gentleman known to frequent this establishment wished to have words with me and so, to avoid wasting each other's time I thought to seek him out and see what such a fellow would have to say."
Kakaryn wishes to have the Nameles One guide his fate to the right path as he grips his holy symbol.