Looking around as best as he can while being under the scrutiny of the Captain and a few other Flaming Fists soldiers that are watching what is unfolding, Reed is unable to see any other halflings in his immediate vicinity.
"No problem", Corlith says as he looks down at the hand proffered by Wilfred with a reluctant look on his face. Not wishing to be rude but also not wanting to touch the old stranger, he speaks a word of magic and reaches his hand out not quite far enough to grasp that of Wilfred. Instead, a spectral looking hand appears in Wilfred's hand and shakes it.
At that moment the captain continues talking, speaking of purveyors of fear and death and murder.
He holds a hand up briefly, before asking his question. "Are you sure I am in the right place? I am pretty sure I am not suited to hunting down murderers. Would you not rather I help restore order by speaking to the crowd here again?".
"No problem", Corlith says as he looks down at the hand proffered by Wilfred with a reluctant look on his face. Not wishing to be rude but also not wanting to touch the old stranger, he speaks a word of magic and reaches his hand out not quite far enough to grasp that of Wilfred. Instead, a spectral looking hand appears in Wilfred's hand and shakes it.
At that moment the captain continues talking, speaking of purveyors of fear and death and murder.
He holds a hand up briefly, before asking his question. "Are you sure I am in the right place? I am pretty sure I am not suited to hunting down murderers. Would you not rather I help restore order by speaking to the crowd here again?".
Wilfred see's the spectral hand, and a look a disappointment crosses his face. "Come on now, you gotta great someone with a nice, strong handshake! That shows you mean business! Like this!" He pushes the spectral hand to the side, and goes to grab Corlith's outstretched hand. Athletics23
Ironmaiden perks up at the prospect of hunting down bad guys, they take the badge and look at it for a moment before tossing it into a small bag. They look around to get their bearing and without a word take a step toward the direction of the aforementioned tavern.
Reed shrugs when he can’t find any little people to help out and keeps the rest of his newly acquired gold coins.
He accepts the badge and turns it over a couple of times before leaning over to the rooster.
”This is a figurative license to kill, right? I mean, since when did you need a license to kill. Or does this mean a license to kill without repercussions?”
He holds up the badge to the captain.
”So say the doorman at this Elfsong Tavern didn’t want to let us in. We could kill him in the name of our mission and not worry about answering a lot of questions later? Does this license extend to say needing to acquire extra fungible resources to complete said mission as well?”
Captain Zodge looks at the red-headed halfling for a moment, then bursts out in a hearty laugh that sounds more like a guffaw. "Oh you're a quick witted one, ain't ya? Well of course the doormen at the Elfsong are going to let you in! Why wouldn't they? You have a history with them? Show them those badges there will be no question. You want to kill them in the name of the mission? I'm sure Klank and Skoona would be more than happy to see you try."
He recovers himself a bit after the fit of laughter Reed gives him then adds, "Need to acquire extra fungible resources eh? Like what?"
He then reluctantly turns to the tiefling,"Of course you're in the right place. And if you're talking about doing more of what you just did? That would be a hard no. Just follow your armored friend there, they have the right idea."
As Zodge points them out, the back of Ironmaiden's head can be seen above the throng of disgruntled city folk, smokestack and all, making their way out of the area.
Virro taps the rooster on the wing and points after the smokestack, saying “We’re headed that way apparently. C’mon. Let’s stick together.” Virro follows the suit of armor, trudging along.
“So that’s a yes then on killing. Good to know.” Reed replies to the captain. He looks around as the others start to depart and nods his head a few times.
”I’ll use my best judgement then when it comes to the acquisition of extra coins if needed to complete our mission.”
Reed adds with a smile as he starts off after the others. He does look out for guardsman who he helped lighten the weight of coins in his pocket and gives him a quick salute as he hurries to keep up.
Corlith rubs his palm trying to get the blood flowing after the firm handshake.
"Very well Captain", he says and looks across to where the others are heading, following the smoking armour. He adjusts the crossbow on his back, still not seemingly able to get it in a comfortable position, giving the disorderly crowd a fairly wide berth as he follows after.
"You coming, Wilfred", he says half turning to look back at the cause of his sore hand.
He had to admit, the gold the captain mentioned was more than he was expecting, possibly even worth the danger he was undoubtedly heading into.
Wilfred takes the badge and is looking at it, with a curious look on his face. It's hard to place the emotion, but you wouldn't call it happy. When Corlith says his name, he snaps his head up with a smile. "Hmm, sorry, lost in thought. Yea, I'll follow you! Lead the way!"
Wearing one of these badges was probably the last thing he would expect would happen, but it'll probably have it's uses. Maybe it will let him do more of his good work. There are people to protect, and he might as well be the one to do it. He follows behind the group, ready to do what needs doing.
Virro pins the badge on his cloak on the left side, and he readjusts his gloves. He messes with his right glove and makes everything proper, then keeps marching on toward the Elfsong tavern. “Let’s see what we can learn, what secrets we can find out…”. He says, mostly to himself.
Roo' finds himself completely shellshocked by what is taking place around him. The fighting. The yelling. All the big people. If chickens could drool, he'd be soaking his feathers as he mind temporarily leaves his body.
He comes back to as Captain Doge begins issuing orders, but there's too much chaos and he's too short to catch all the details. Things are drowned out by thundering boots and shouting and just the sensory overload.
"Spy girl...Tangerine...yes got it..." He says, trying to focus in on what's happening. "Kill, yes...wait, no...wait...got it yes..."
He takes the badge and looks at it in a sort of bemused awe, then jumps when Virro pats him on the back.
"Oh, yes! Of course, off to take care of this Tangerine business! Sally forth!"
The Captain was correct about the few blocks he mentioned to get to the Elfsong Tavern and the suit of armor with the group knew exactly where it was located. They walked down the streets of Baldur’s Gate, following the tall smokestack, some having an idea as to where they were, some having never stepped foot inside the gates. Either way, the crowd was much thinner here as they left the mob behind them.
As they all arrive in front of the place, it looks like a typical tavern in Baldur’s Gate. There were several in the city, especially ones like this in the lower section. One where you sure didn’t want to leave your weapon at home.
It’s a two storied establishment, with several windows facing the street you’re on. A bit of elvish carvings around the front door, but not much. Flanking the entrance are two doormen, a suit of armor that looks the IronMaiden up and down as they approach, and a gruff looking female half-ogre that just stares at the lot of you.
Ironmaiden slaps their breast plate similar to how a gorilla would challenge another, but this challenge is merely a show of tenacious allegiance as the slap emblazons the flame fist crest upon Ironmaiden's breastplate. With the symbol on display they attempt to step forward and inside the tavern, not saying a word to either doormen.
Corlith steps back as the strange fiery suit of armour hits itself on the chest. Not seeing the result of the action as he is behind it, he simply looks from side to side at Wilfred and Virro, nods towards Ironmaiden and shrugs.
He then retrieves his Flaming Fist badge from his pocket, and displays it to the other suit of armour and the half-ogre. Since leaving the mob behind, he has appeared more assured and confident, and even manages a slightly too formal greeting.
"Greetings, Sir? Madam", he says to the doormen as he moves to follow Ironmaiden inside, outwardly only a trifle wary.
Virro silently nods at the two by the door and walks in behind the Ironmaiden, he does his best to remain unobtrusive. He pauses for a moment to read the carvings around the front door. He’s never been to this establishment before and he’s curious to read anything posted to learn more about it. He steps inside and surveys the situation.
The animated armor grunts as the Ironmaiden slaps their breastplate and swivels its head as it keeps its visor pointed at them until the Ironmaiden is out of sight in the tavern, then it snaps back into place.
When Corlith shows his badge, neither doorman looks at it, they just continue to stare as the tiefling makes his way into the tavern. The elvish carvings that Virro looks at are not really recognizable at all, almost looks like someone who doesn’t understand the language was trying to make the carvings to match the name of the place.
As you enter the dimly lit tavern, it is a decently lively place with a handful of tables, mostly occupied by well-armed patrons and a few at the bar as well. You see several in a couple private booths that line the west wall, bent low over their drinks deep in conversation. There are three padded chairs angled toward a fireplace on the east wall, underneath the creaky wooden staircase that climbs to the second floor. A drunk is passed out on the couch against the far wall.
Once your eyes adjust to the light, you see a half-elf behind the bar and a pair of humans bustling back and forth, taking orders, passing out drinks and food to the tables and joking with the clientele. Among the dozens of other patrons, you notice a few rats scurrying around as well.
Ironmaiden slaps their chest once more dispelling the flaming fist logo and instead displaying a palm sized name badge with a red border, it reads 'hello, my name is... Tarina' hoping that that will attract the attention of their quarry.
Ironmaiden then goes to stand by the fire, watching the flames devour the wood within the hearth, they stop there like a statue, unmoving just watching.
Looking around as best as he can while being under the scrutiny of the Captain and a few other Flaming Fists soldiers that are watching what is unfolding, Reed is unable to see any other halflings in his immediate vicinity.
"No problem", Corlith says as he looks down at the hand proffered by Wilfred with a reluctant look on his face. Not wishing to be rude but also not wanting to touch the old stranger, he speaks a word of magic and reaches his hand out not quite far enough to grasp that of Wilfred. Instead, a spectral looking hand appears in Wilfred's hand and shakes it.
At that moment the captain continues talking, speaking of purveyors of fear and death and murder.
He holds a hand up briefly, before asking his question. "Are you sure I am in the right place? I am pretty sure I am not suited to hunting down murderers. Would you not rather I help restore order by speaking to the crowd here again?".
Wilfred see's the spectral hand, and a look a disappointment crosses his face. "Come on now, you gotta great someone with a nice, strong handshake! That shows you mean business! Like this!" He pushes the spectral hand to the side, and goes to grab Corlith's outstretched hand. Athletics 23
Ironmaiden perks up at the prospect of hunting down bad guys, they take the badge and look at it for a moment before tossing it into a small bag. They look around to get their bearing and without a word take a step toward the direction of the aforementioned tavern.
Travin Tiller, Junk Dweller Bard, AURYN.
The Ironmaiden, Questionable Artificer, Descent into Avernus.
DM, Peacekeepers of Northmorrah
As Corlith asks his question, Wilfred pushes aside the spectral hand and grasps his real hand in a crushing handshake.
”Oof, ease up a bit”, he all but squeals.
Acrobatics (to avoid handshake): 8+3=11
Reed shrugs when he can’t find any little people to help out and keeps the rest of his newly acquired gold coins.
He accepts the badge and turns it over a couple of times before leaning over to the rooster.
”This is a figurative license to kill, right? I mean, since when did you need a license to kill. Or does this mean a license to kill without repercussions?”
He holds up the badge to the captain.
”So say the doorman at this Elfsong Tavern didn’t want to let us in. We could kill him in the name of our mission and not worry about answering a lot of questions later? Does this license extend to say needing to acquire extra fungible resources to complete said mission as well?”
Captain Zodge looks at the red-headed halfling for a moment, then bursts out in a hearty laugh that sounds more like a guffaw. "Oh you're a quick witted one, ain't ya? Well of course the doormen at the Elfsong are going to let you in! Why wouldn't they? You have a history with them? Show them those badges there will be no question. You want to kill them in the name of the mission? I'm sure Klank and Skoona would be more than happy to see you try."
He recovers himself a bit after the fit of laughter Reed gives him then adds, "Need to acquire extra fungible resources eh? Like what?"
He then reluctantly turns to the tiefling, "Of course you're in the right place. And if you're talking about doing more of what you just did? That would be a hard no. Just follow your armored friend there, they have the right idea."
As Zodge points them out, the back of Ironmaiden's head can be seen above the throng of disgruntled city folk, smokestack and all, making their way out of the area.
Travin Tiller, Junk Dweller Bard, AURYN.
The Ironmaiden, Questionable Artificer, Descent into Avernus.
DM, Peacekeepers of Northmorrah
Virro taps the rooster on the wing and points after the smokestack, saying “We’re headed that way apparently. C’mon. Let’s stick together.” Virro follows the suit of armor, trudging along.
“So that’s a yes then on killing. Good to know.” Reed replies to the captain. He looks around as the others start to depart and nods his head a few times.
”I’ll use my best judgement then when it comes to the acquisition of extra coins if needed to complete our mission.”
Reed adds with a smile as he starts off after the others. He does look out for guardsman who he helped lighten the weight of coins in his pocket and gives him a quick salute as he hurries to keep up.
Corlith rubs his palm trying to get the blood flowing after the firm handshake.
"Very well Captain", he says and looks across to where the others are heading, following the smoking armour. He adjusts the crossbow on his back, still not seemingly able to get it in a comfortable position, giving the disorderly crowd a fairly wide berth as he follows after.
"You coming, Wilfred", he says half turning to look back at the cause of his sore hand.
He had to admit, the gold the captain mentioned was more than he was expecting, possibly even worth the danger he was undoubtedly heading into.
Wilfred takes the badge and is looking at it, with a curious look on his face. It's hard to place the emotion, but you wouldn't call it happy. When Corlith says his name, he snaps his head up with a smile. "Hmm, sorry, lost in thought. Yea, I'll follow you! Lead the way!"
Wearing one of these badges was probably the last thing he would expect would happen, but it'll probably have it's uses. Maybe it will let him do more of his good work. There are people to protect, and he might as well be the one to do it. He follows behind the group, ready to do what needs doing.
Virro pins the badge on his cloak on the left side, and he readjusts his gloves. He messes with his right glove and makes everything proper, then keeps marching on toward the Elfsong tavern. “Let’s see what we can learn, what secrets we can find out…”. He says, mostly to himself.
Roo' finds himself completely shellshocked by what is taking place around him. The fighting. The yelling. All the big people. If chickens could drool, he'd be soaking his feathers as he mind temporarily leaves his body.
He comes back to as Captain Doge begins issuing orders, but there's too much chaos and he's too short to catch all the details. Things are drowned out by thundering boots and shouting and just the sensory overload.
"Spy girl...Tangerine...yes got it..." He says, trying to focus in on what's happening. "Kill, yes...wait, no...wait...got it yes..."
He takes the badge and looks at it in a sort of bemused awe, then jumps when Virro pats him on the back.
"Oh, yes! Of course, off to take care of this Tangerine business! Sally forth!"
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DM of Legacy of NIMH
The Captain was correct about the few blocks he mentioned to get to the Elfsong Tavern and the suit of armor with the group knew exactly where it was located. They walked down the streets of Baldur’s Gate, following the tall smokestack, some having an idea as to where they were, some having never stepped foot inside the gates. Either way, the crowd was much thinner here as they left the mob behind them.
As they all arrive in front of the place, it looks like a typical tavern in Baldur’s Gate. There were several in the city, especially ones like this in the lower section. One where you sure didn’t want to leave your weapon at home.
It’s a two storied establishment, with several windows facing the street you’re on. A bit of elvish carvings around the front door, but not much. Flanking the entrance are two doormen, a suit of armor that looks the IronMaiden up and down as they approach, and a gruff looking female half-ogre that just stares at the lot of you.
Ironmaiden slaps their breast plate similar to how a gorilla would challenge another, but this challenge is merely a show of tenacious allegiance as the slap emblazons the flame fist crest upon Ironmaiden's breastplate. With the symbol on display they attempt to step forward and inside the tavern, not saying a word to either doormen.
Travin Tiller, Junk Dweller Bard, AURYN.
The Ironmaiden, Questionable Artificer, Descent into Avernus.
DM, Peacekeepers of Northmorrah
Corlith steps back as the strange fiery suit of armour hits itself on the chest. Not seeing the result of the action as he is behind it, he simply looks from side to side at Wilfred and Virro, nods towards Ironmaiden and shrugs.
He then retrieves his Flaming Fist badge from his pocket, and displays it to the other suit of armour and the half-ogre. Since leaving the mob behind, he has appeared more assured and confident, and even manages a slightly too formal greeting.
"Greetings, Sir? Madam", he says to the doormen as he moves to follow Ironmaiden inside, outwardly only a trifle wary.
Virro silently nods at the two by the door and walks in behind the Ironmaiden, he does his best to remain unobtrusive. He pauses for a moment to read the carvings around the front door. He’s never been to this establishment before and he’s curious to read anything posted to learn more about it. He steps inside and surveys the situation.
The animated armor grunts as the Ironmaiden slaps their breastplate and swivels its head as it keeps its visor pointed at them until the Ironmaiden is out of sight in the tavern, then it snaps back into place.
When Corlith shows his badge, neither doorman looks at it, they just continue to stare as the tiefling makes his way into the tavern. The elvish carvings that Virro looks at are not really recognizable at all, almost looks like someone who doesn’t understand the language was trying to make the carvings to match the name of the place.
As you enter the dimly lit tavern, it is a decently lively place with a handful of tables, mostly occupied by well-armed patrons and a few at the bar as well. You see several in a couple private booths that line the west wall, bent low over their drinks deep in conversation. There are three padded chairs angled toward a fireplace on the east wall, underneath the creaky wooden staircase that climbs to the second floor. A drunk is passed out on the couch against the far wall.
Once your eyes adjust to the light, you see a half-elf behind the bar and a pair of humans bustling back and forth, taking orders, passing out drinks and food to the tables and joking with the clientele. Among the dozens of other patrons, you notice a few rats scurrying around as well.
Ironmaiden slaps their chest once more dispelling the flaming fist logo and instead displaying a palm sized name badge with a red border, it reads 'hello, my name is... Tarina' hoping that that will attract the attention of their quarry.
Ironmaiden then goes to stand by the fire, watching the flames devour the wood within the hearth, they stop there like a statue, unmoving just watching.
Travin Tiller, Junk Dweller Bard, AURYN.
The Ironmaiden, Questionable Artificer, Descent into Avernus.
DM, Peacekeepers of Northmorrah