"Oh no if all else fails we will give you over and find a replacement. But I do not think that it will go that far if our plans are followed through properly." Alton tells him as he slips the manacles on his wrists and closes them. He will then step back and grab his pants leg as if he was going to hold the much larger human in place. It was quite comical as he was not even three feet tall, making him short even for a halfling. "Now let us begin so that we have a chance to possibly take another quest before week's end."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
"Hmm?" Sen'ra says as he turns from looking at the liquor shack with longing. "Oh, yeah, sure. mhm hmm. Can we get a drink after that?"
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Jeff notices it was the elf he fought at the tournament back then. He seems to be drunk when he left the bar. The elf doesn't notice you and walks toward the sailing ship.
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Believer of the almighty one, the Alpha and the Omega, whose love encompasses all of his creations, RNGesus.
Started as a player at time of registration. Started to DM a month later. Hoping to get better as time progresses.
"I've got a better idea. We simply tell them you have a case of "EXTREME SYPHILIS" . A virulent strain that causes all kinds of warts and corpuscles. Maybe someone can cast an illusion on you with some particularly hideous and oozing corpuscles on your parts." Rinc pontificates on his idea.
Logum addresses Sen'ra, "I mostly brew ale, occasionally a stout, although I don't typically like my beer to remind me of my weight." He laughs somewhat obnoxiously at his own joke. "I would be interested in trying some grog after this, but we need our drinking money first."
Logum gestures toward the man described before, "Whenever you're ready Jeff. Who do you want to lead you to your captivity?"
"Hey! That Elf over there, leaving the grog stand- I defeated him in the tournament for the Lord who wants me to marry his daughter. He looks wasted. Let's get him to come with us and we can convince the daughter to marry him! Extreme syphilis is at the bottom of the list- not off of the list though."
(Ooc: I laughed out loud at that haha)
"I want Sandral to lead me and do the talking, I'll leave it up to Sandral- should we convince the elf to marry the daughter or should we pretend to take me in?"
"Watch it! The reason I left Sarah-Belle is I'm already married! But hey.. I could put in a good word for you, were all going to a private island to talk to her and her father. You may be lucky after all. What do you say?"
"Do you think Sarah-Bell will be persuaded by words? What she wants from a man is strength!
I was about to ask her hand after winning the tournament when you - YOU showed up."
The elf became silent for a while and then cries pathetically on your arms, wiping his snot on your shirt.
"I vowed that day to keep this secret to the grave if I lose the tournament, but of all the people that could win, it has to be you! An unfaithful man who plays with a delicate maiden's heart.
Can you not see the overflowing love she pours to you? Those lips begging for a man's love? Those arms that when hugs you, you can feel the warmth and protection it gives? Of course not, because you have never even look past at her physical appearance."
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Believer of the almighty one, the Alpha and the Omega, whose love encompasses all of his creations, RNGesus.
Started as a player at time of registration. Started to DM a month later. Hoping to get better as time progresses.
Sandral rushes over to his companions, not wanting to miss out on the tale. He skids to a halt when he sees the elven man's projectile vomiting, then listens to his tale. "My dear sir, that must be a dreadful way to lose a fair maiden's hand. However, perhaps we can make this into a moment of your fortune. You wish to be in wedlock with this maiden," he then looks to Jeff. "And you do not wish to break your oath of matrimony. If the two of you cooperate, I am sure we can show this lovely lady how much happier she will be with this... gent." Sandral hesitates with his hand raised as if to pat the drunken elf, but thinks better about it.
"Indeed, a theatrical ploy can show you, the hero, defeating this villainous Jeff in single combat, intent on winning your honour." Sandral says with a slight flair. "Now shown to the public you are the one who is worthy, we will intervene after your victory, offering to take you to meet with your fair lady, our Jeff now shackled and bound." He gestures to the provided manacles. "We may regale the tale of your epic encounter, where the whole town will see your exploits to affirm your heroics. Now showing your strength, and the reputation of the locals to reinforce the claim, she will have no reason to wish for Jeff's hand if a stronger one is readily available."
Sandral then looks to Jeff. "Assuming that having a loss on your tally will not harm your pride, of course."
"That is a magnificent plan, Sandral. The problem is Sarah-Bell is on the rented island with all the wedding preperations completed, they are just waiting for the groom here. Lastly, take a look at Maximus"
The elf pointed at the guy holding spears and a shield, fawned by girls that are fascinated by his dancing massive pecs.
"That guy is a former gladiator that gained his freedom with the help of Sarah-Bell's father. He is his right-hand man and he will do his utmost best to continue this wedding with Jeff."
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Believer of the almighty one, the Alpha and the Omega, whose love encompasses all of his creations, RNGesus.
Started as a player at time of registration. Started to DM a month later. Hoping to get better as time progresses.
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Alton looks at the drunk elf with distaste, stepping back as he tries to avoid being vomited on. If any of this were to get on him he would have to do his best to not challenge the man to a duel as he had paid good money to get his clothes and armor to look as they did. After all it did not pay for a bard to look like a vagrant that must rolled around in filth.
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As soon as the vomit hit him, Alton began to reach for his dagger, not hearing anything else that was being said as he now wantes to teach this drunken fool a lesson. He stops himself at the last second but it was openly clean he was not at all happy. "Why is it that the livestock here have better manners and common sense then a supposedly refined and elegant elf!? It cost me five gold to have these clothes cleaned in such a way! (It only cost that many silver) You are going to buy me an entirely new outfit!" He says angrily to the elf.
"Okay, okay, just calm down. I'll give you this Clothes, Fine I'm wearing after we finish our plans.
As for Maximus, it would be better to not cause a scene right here. There are patrol guards in this area, you can take him out of the picture after we leave this island."
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Believer of the almighty one, the Alpha and the Omega, whose love encompasses all of his creations, RNGesus.
Started as a player at time of registration. Started to DM a month later. Hoping to get better as time progresses.
Alton will grab the clothes from the elf, having to hop up to take them from his hands, moving away to make sure his precious cloak was ok. With that he will find a place to remove his soiled clothes, changing into his ore rgualr traveling clothes since he would have to have the fine ones sized to fit him. Who knew thst goblins could be fine tailors as he had admired some of the designs upon his arrival. Now that he was calmed he turned to the gokiath that was well over four feet taller then him.
"It is not just about the ruined clothing my tall friend. It was a matter of honor and principal and I refuse to confront a noble lady in anything but my finest. Now just be happy that he did not stain my cloak. If that had been done I would have been left with no choice to challenge him to a duel." Alton tells the goliath even as he smoothes out his more common clothing.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
"Why don't we just sat that you're the one who captured me? We don't have to fight or duel, we just have to convince the lady that you're the stronger suitor. So we all just walk up to that monster of a gladiator, you claim to have captured me and we go to the island to convince her to marry you."
"I don't think we need to take out the gladiator just yet, or at all for that matter."
"The one problem I see is that you're absolutely plastered- there's no time to sober you up so the only solution I see to even the playing field is to get me grog-sogged as well. What do we think?"
Jeff is worried, this plan is far from air tight but it could actually work! Maybe...
"We can't have this gent be the one who captures you." Sandral reasons. "If that were the case, then our quest would no longer be our own. While I care less for the rewards of your exploits, I am sure you would also prefer the recompense."
Upon hearing this plankton will look to Jeff and give him the worst glare he can muster. "If you even think about vomiting on me like the elf did I will harm you in ways that only a halfling can." He then crosses him arms and steps away to where he can still hear them talk but is well past the distance the elf can puke. "If we are so worried about this gladiator then I beleive Jeff has a plan but perhaps instead of being drunk you merely fake being so. Although I do not know ypur aptitude for performing such a ruse."
"But Sandral makes a good point as well. Perhaps we could simply say that Jeff was killed and bring him as a corpse. The only trouble is that we have no cleric to help us with such..."
"Oh no if all else fails we will give you over and find a replacement. But I do not think that it will go that far if our plans are followed through properly." Alton tells him as he slips the manacles on his wrists and closes them. He will then step back and grab his pants leg as if he was going to hold the much larger human in place. It was quite comical as he was not even three feet tall, making him short even for a halfling. "Now let us begin so that we have a chance to possibly take another quest before week's end."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
"Hmm?" Sen'ra says as he turns from looking at the liquor shack with longing. "Oh, yeah, sure. mhm hmm. Can we get a drink after that?"
DM for: Reign of Villains Player for: Tildian Hopsprite - Halfling Warlock 1 (Smiles all around!) Sen'ra Esghal - Fire Genasi Barbarian, Path of the Berserker 4 (Adventurers never rests!) (Angry and drunk.) Silthen Ehten - Drow Elf Storm Sorcerer 1 (The Search For The Sacred Shards)
Jeff notices it was the elf he fought at the tournament back then. He seems to be drunk when he left the bar. The elf doesn't notice you and walks toward the sailing ship.
"I've got a better idea. We simply tell them you have a case of "EXTREME SYPHILIS" . A virulent strain that causes all kinds of warts and corpuscles. Maybe someone can cast an illusion on you with some particularly hideous and oozing corpuscles on your parts." Rinc pontificates on his idea.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUOwkIB2SVs
Logum addresses Sen'ra, "I mostly brew ale, occasionally a stout, although I don't typically like my beer to remind me of my weight." He laughs somewhat obnoxiously at his own joke. "I would be interested in trying some grog after this, but we need our drinking money first."
Logum gestures toward the man described before, "Whenever you're ready Jeff. Who do you want to lead you to your captivity?"
"Hey! That Elf over there, leaving the grog stand- I defeated him in the tournament for the Lord who wants me to marry his daughter. He looks wasted. Let's get him to come with us and we can convince the daughter to marry him! Extreme syphilis is at the bottom of the list- not off of the list though."
(Ooc: I laughed out loud at that haha)
"I want Sandral to lead me and do the talking, I'll leave it up to Sandral- should we convince the elf to marry the daughter or should we pretend to take me in?"
The elf looks at the source of the voice. He comes closer to you drunkwalking.
"You son of a *BLEEGGGHH*", he vomits, almost emptying his stomach in front of you.
( Alton, Jeff, and Sen'ra. Make an DEX save throw DC=10 to see if you can dodge the vomit. If failed, you suffer 1 Poison Damage. )
"You had the gall to leave Sarah-Bell alone. Not all men are as lucky like you."
Dex: 13
"Watch it! The reason I left Sarah-Belle is I'm already married! But hey.. I could put in a good word for you, were all going to a private island to talk to her and her father. You may be lucky after all. What do you say?"
Persuasion: 11
"Do you think Sarah-Bell will be persuaded by words? What she wants from a man is strength!
I was about to ask her hand after winning the tournament when you - YOU showed up."
The elf became silent for a while and then cries pathetically on your arms, wiping his snot on your shirt.
"I vowed that day to keep this secret to the grave if I lose the tournament, but of all the people that could win, it has to be you! An unfaithful man who plays with a delicate maiden's heart.
Can you not see the overflowing love she pours to you? Those lips begging for a man's love? Those arms that when hugs you, you can feel the warmth and protection it gives? Of course not, because you have never even look past at her physical appearance."
Sandral rushes over to his companions, not wanting to miss out on the tale. He skids to a halt when he sees the elven man's projectile vomiting, then listens to his tale. "My dear sir, that must be a dreadful way to lose a fair maiden's hand. However, perhaps we can make this into a moment of your fortune. You wish to be in wedlock with this maiden," he then looks to Jeff. "And you do not wish to break your oath of matrimony. If the two of you cooperate, I am sure we can show this lovely lady how much happier she will be with this... gent." Sandral hesitates with his hand raised as if to pat the drunken elf, but thinks better about it.
Persuasion: 24
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
After hearing what Sandral said, the elf's pale face from the previous vomiting event brightens.
"Yes, that would be delightful. Do you have any plans that would show my strengths against Jeff so that I can convince Sarah-Bell to marry me?"
"Indeed, a theatrical ploy can show you, the hero, defeating this villainous Jeff in single combat, intent on winning your honour." Sandral says with a slight flair. "Now shown to the public you are the one who is worthy, we will intervene after your victory, offering to take you to meet with your fair lady, our Jeff now shackled and bound." He gestures to the provided manacles. "We may regale the tale of your epic encounter, where the whole town will see your exploits to affirm your heroics. Now showing your strength, and the reputation of the locals to reinforce the claim, she will have no reason to wish for Jeff's hand if a stronger one is readily available."
Sandral then looks to Jeff. "Assuming that having a loss on your tally will not harm your pride, of course."
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
"That is a magnificent plan, Sandral. The problem is Sarah-Bell is on the rented island with all the wedding preperations completed, they are just waiting for the groom here. Lastly, take a look at Maximus"
The elf pointed at the guy holding spears and a shield, fawned by girls that are fascinated by his dancing massive pecs.
"That guy is a former gladiator that gained his freedom with the help of Sarah-Bell's father. He is his right-hand man and he will do his utmost best to continue this wedding with Jeff."
Alton looks at the drunk elf with distaste, stepping back as he tries to avoid being vomited on. If any of this were to get on him he would have to do his best to not challenge the man to a duel as he had paid good money to get his clothes and armor to look as they did. After all it did not pay for a bard to look like a vagrant that must rolled around in filth.
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As soon as the vomit hit him, Alton began to reach for his dagger, not hearing anything else that was being said as he now wantes to teach this drunken fool a lesson. He stops himself at the last second but it was openly clean he was not at all happy. "Why is it that the livestock here have better manners and common sense then a supposedly refined and elegant elf!? It cost me five gold to have these clothes cleaned in such a way! (It only cost that many silver) You are going to buy me an entirely new outfit!" He says angrily to the elf.
Intimidation: 7
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
"Aww what a sad story, say what might happen if we were to remove this former gladiator?"
"Now now Alton it's just clothes"
"Okay, okay, just calm down. I'll give you this Clothes, Fine I'm wearing after we finish our plans.
As for Maximus, it would be better to not cause a scene right here. There are patrol guards in this area, you can take him out of the picture after we leave this island."
Alton will grab the clothes from the elf, having to hop up to take them from his hands, moving away to make sure his precious cloak was ok. With that he will find a place to remove his soiled clothes, changing into his ore rgualr traveling clothes since he would have to have the fine ones sized to fit him. Who knew thst goblins could be fine tailors as he had admired some of the designs upon his arrival. Now that he was calmed he turned to the gokiath that was well over four feet taller then him.
"It is not just about the ruined clothing my tall friend. It was a matter of honor and principal and I refuse to confront a noble lady in anything but my finest. Now just be happy that he did not stain my cloak. If that had been done I would have been left with no choice to challenge him to a duel." Alton tells the goliath even as he smoothes out his more common clothing.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
"Why don't we just sat that you're the one who captured me? We don't have to fight or duel, we just have to convince the lady that you're the stronger suitor. So we all just walk up to that monster of a gladiator, you claim to have captured me and we go to the island to convince her to marry you."
"I don't think we need to take out the gladiator just yet, or at all for that matter."
"The one problem I see is that you're absolutely plastered- there's no time to sober you up so the only solution I see to even the playing field is to get me grog-sogged as well. What do we think?"
Jeff is worried, this plan is far from air tight but it could actually work! Maybe...
"We can't have this gent be the one who captures you." Sandral reasons. "If that were the case, then our quest would no longer be our own. While I care less for the rewards of your exploits, I am sure you would also prefer the recompense."
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Upon hearing this plankton will look to Jeff and give him the worst glare he can muster. "If you even think about vomiting on me like the elf did I will harm you in ways that only a halfling can." He then crosses him arms and steps away to where he can still hear them talk but is well past the distance the elf can puke. "If we are so worried about this gladiator then I beleive Jeff has a plan but perhaps instead of being drunk you merely fake being so. Although I do not know ypur aptitude for performing such a ruse."
"But Sandral makes a good point as well. Perhaps we could simply say that Jeff was killed and bring him as a corpse. The only trouble is that we have no cleric to help us with such..."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)