"Seems there is a misunderstanding!" He says as he puffs his chest out and ruffles his feathers, his red-brown plumage fluffing up for a moment. "I am here for Tangerine! Do you hear me, good sir? Tan-ger-rine! We have been sent here by the Flaming Fists and we have a...a...hmm? Yes, chaperone!"
He points to Wilfred.
"We have a permit to do what now?"
Distracted a bit, he just barley registers what Roo'Stor is saying. Still getting used to this fella talking. "Hmm, what. Wait, am I the chaperon. I suppose someone's gotta watch over you rapscallions. It's not Tangerine, it Tarina. And we have a permit to... and you wandered off to. Oh, that looks like it could be trouble."
He nods as Virro and Corlith. "Yea, let me just grab the others. Whoa there!" He gets off the wall and makes it in time to lunge and grab the thrown Roo'Stor. "You all right there, fella?" He stares daggers at the one who through Roo'Stor, remembering his face. "Let's go, we need to head upstairs anyways." He places Roo'Stor down and starts heading towards the stairs.
Ironmaiden observes the ale, Ironmaiden takes a tentative sip, the hiss of the liquid being consumed by flame sends little whisps of steam into the smoke stack coming from their head, they head on over to Wilfred and Roo'stor who remain on the ground floor, the suit of armour shrugs questioningly.
The coins disappear as soon as Reed hands them over and she shrugs at his friends comment, but the smile doesn’t leave her face.
The six of you make it up the stairs to the second floor before things get sketchy, and see lit lanterns hanging from the rafters in the windowless main room of the upper floor. Rugs cover the wooden floor and help dampen the noise from the drunken patrons gathered around two large, long tables. They are all eating, drinking and playing games.
Closed doors surround the room, one just to your right, three along the North wall, one on the West and two on the South. A couple couches are placed along the walls, these are currently empty. A couple of the people look up as you enter, but then head back to what they were doing.
Reed frowns at the windowless nature of the room then shrugs.
"Can't make a grand escape if it's easy," he says quietly too himself.
He then looks at the few people in the room.
"Any chance any of you have a description of Tarina?" Reed asks, the smile back on his face.
If none of the people who looked up give off a 'Tarina' vibe as in they're just a bunch of drunk dudes, Reed proceeds to the door on his right and knocks before opening it and looking inside.
With Reed opening the first door and peering inside, Ironmaiden goes to the second most door in from the right, they forgo the knocking before opening it and sticking a large metal head in for a peek.
"No description", Corlith replies to Reed before both the halfling and the smoking armour move cross to start opening doors.
He takes a deep breath in, trying to ignore the commotion that his new companions seem to cause at every opportunity.
He speaks a word of magic, and the sound of a bell tinkling can be heard, loud enough to draw the attention of those at the table.
"Hello. If I may disturb you fine folk for but a moment, I was wondering if one of you could direct us to the room in which we can find Tarina?", he asks.
He watches the reaction of those present, seeing if any eyes dart to one door in particular.
As they step toward the stairs, Roo' boisterously stresses his dissatisfaction with being carted off after being caught my Wilfred. He squawks and bristles and finally, finally, Wilfred sits him down.
And Roo' bolts down the stairs as only a small bird can.
"You scoundrel!" He shouts. "You fiend! You ultimate beast! I want you to know I will not tolerate such an affront!"
His feathers stand up as he gets near the half-orc. He makes a sort of trilling clucking sound as he puffs up and sidesteps, displaying how big and powerful he is. Then, as he draws near the half-orc, he attacks.
"Have at you, you ugly bastard!" He squawks as he comes a few feet off the ground and kicks out with his spurred feet. "I am going to kick your ass, sir!"
Everyone but the party is seated at the two long tables and they all turn around to look at Corlith when he rings his bell. Most look annoyed at the disturbance, but as he asks his question, one laughs and remarks, “Which room? Why you’re standing in it!”
And as soon as that is said, another jumps up from her seat at the table closest to you all and points at a woman still seated. “You! How’d you do it? How’d you win again?” She glares at Corlith, then at the rest of the party. “You looking for Tarina? Well, she’s right here, and you can have my seat! B*tch took all my money!”
The angry elf leaves the table, storms past the lot of you heads down the stairs, cursing under her breath as she goes.
Still laughing from the situation, the half-orc is about to retake his seat at the bar when he hears Roo’Stor coming back towards him all huffing and puffing. His face starts at a mixture of amusement and confusion as the fowl calls him a beast.
He’s about to say his peace when he is called an ugly bastard, confusion into wariness now etched across his features. But as the spurred feet come flying at him, he squints his eyes closed and raises his forearm across his face to protect himself. As the talons rip into the leather on his thighs, gashes appear beneath.
He opens his eyes at that moment and stares at the rooster completely flabbergasted and quite intimidated. “Here!” he says and throws the rooster a chicken leg off his plate “Stop bothering me and my friend!” holding both hands up in front of him in a sort of surrender.
"For the life of me, I don't understand why people who lose their money complain so much," Reed says as he moves closer to the one that has been identified as Tarina. "If they wanted to keep it so badly, they should have looked after it more carefully."
He smiles at Maybe-Tarina.
"Are you Tarina?" Reed asks. "Captain Zodge sent us over to have a bit of a chat. Mind if we sit down?"
As Wilfred takes the first step up, he sees the ball of feathered fury barreling towards the bar. He turns back, tightening his grip on his Glaive, getting ready. A smile cracks on his face when he sees how well Roo handles himself. He's not too surprised, he has some scars on his arms from roosters.
He walks up behind the two victims. "All right there, boys. I'm sure you learned a valuable lesson. Roo, I think we are being called upstairs. And there's no sense picking on people, now is there? Shall we get going?" Wilfred will offer his arm for Roo to climb up to sit on his shoulder.
As they head upstairs, he'll say. "Roo, you did a great job. I proud of you for sticking up for yourself. And you handled yourself mighty well in that fight, although I wouldn't really call it much of a fight. Those two were just a couple of chi...... Hey, would you look at that. It seems like the others have found something at that table over there. "
Ironmaiden turns from the locked door, stopping their incessant jiggling of the handle and watch over the proceedings now that a possible Tarina has been found.
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Virro stands to the side of the upstairs room, observing the behavior. Gambling and tells are all very foreign to him, but he can read people. He had all sorts of people come through the funeral home where he worked in the basement, and assisted during services. He saw them at their worst, crying, sobbing, relief, even laughing at times. He thought himself an observer of behavior, an assistant, yes, but a surveyor and agent of transference of emotion, even though he had none. To ease suffering, or the appearance of such. And, most importantly, to learn secrets. In the midst of grief, tongues would wag, they would indeed.
He stands with his back against the wall, watching the scene play out on the table, the rapid departure of the elf, he observes their hands, their face, and the one pointed out as “Tarina.” He rubs his hands in his gloves and concentrates, mumbling something to himself, while the others talked.
Insight into whether this is truly Tarina, watching the departing elf, could it be the one who is storming off? : 21 + Guidance : 4
Virro gives a slight smile and ignores the elf walking down the stairs, turning his attention to the woman seated and says “Pleased to meet you Tarina, can we speak with you a moment?” He turns, deferring to his companions to lead the questioning, as he turns he lets his Flaming Fist badge on his chest be visible, as he glances down at it his chest puffs out slightly.
Roo's head cocks from side to side before he reaches down and takes a bite from the chicken leg. Not satisfied, he jumps back up on the counter, eating the chicken leg while scratching about in the plate again and kicking food everywhere. He makes it a point to make eye contact before he hops down, still holding the chicken leg, and running to Wilfred's side.
"Ah, yes! Yes!" He says between pecks of the chicken leg. "They were a couple of children! Absolutely, you are correct!"
He takes another bite of the chicken leg as they head upstairs.
"Say, what do you suppose this wonderful thing is? It is absolutely delicious!"
Tarina turns to face the group, a readied smile upon her lips. “Why yes, what is it you want to know? Or did you come here to play some Baldur’s Bones?”
As soon as she is finished speaking, the tavern is filled with the ghostly lamentation of the elf spirit known to haunt the place. Everyone stops what they are doing, listening to the elvish song. As they do, you notice several of their faces turn into a frown. “That’s odd,” Tarina remarks, “the spirit’s song has changed. That’s never happened before that I know of.”
She looks to her friends and they all nod in agreement. “Yeah,”a half-elf agrees, “the song isn’t of their long-lost lover, so strange, I wonder why?”
As the song finishes, Tarina turns back to you expectantly. "Captain Zodge, you say? What does he want?"
Reed looks over to where Virro is going upstairs. He turns back to the halfling and laughs.
”That easy, eh? Well at least we’re friends now, right?” Reed says as he hands over the coins.
He gets up and heads towards the stairs, patting Wilfred on the back as he slips past.
”Nice catch.”
Wilfred is eyeing the bar folk, but nothing much out of the ordinary. He smiles to himself at Virro and Corlith's reaction.
As he watches, he see the IronMaiden make it's rounds. That could be trouble.
Oh wait, no. Roo'Stor is probably the one to watch out for.
Distracted a bit, he just barley registers what Roo'Stor is saying. Still getting used to this fella talking. "Hmm, what. Wait, am I the chaperon. I suppose someone's gotta watch over you rapscallions. It's not Tangerine, it Tarina. And we have a permit to... and you wandered off to. Oh, that looks like it could be trouble."
He nods as Virro and Corlith. "Yea, let me just grab the others. Whoa there!" He gets off the wall and makes it in time to lunge and grab the thrown Roo'Stor. "You all right there, fella?" He stares daggers at the one who through Roo'Stor, remembering his face. "Let's go, we need to head upstairs anyways." He places Roo'Stor down and starts heading towards the stairs.
He smiles as he Reed rejoins. "Thanks."
Ironmaiden observes the ale, Ironmaiden takes a tentative sip, the hiss of the liquid being consumed by flame sends little whisps of steam into the smoke stack coming from their head, they head on over to Wilfred and Roo'stor who remain on the ground floor, the suit of armour shrugs questioningly.
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The Ironmaiden, Questionable Artificer, Descent into Avernus.
DM, Peacekeepers of Northmorrah
The coins disappear as soon as Reed hands them over and she shrugs at his friends comment, but the smile doesn’t leave her face.
The six of you make it up the stairs to the second floor before things get sketchy, and see lit lanterns hanging from the rafters in the windowless main room of the upper floor. Rugs cover the wooden floor and help dampen the noise from the drunken patrons gathered around two large, long tables. They are all eating, drinking and playing games.
Closed doors surround the room, one just to your right, three along the North wall, one on the West and two on the South. A couple couches are placed along the walls, these are currently empty. A couple of the people look up as you enter, but then head back to what they were doing.
Reed frowns at the windowless nature of the room then shrugs.
"Can't make a grand escape if it's easy," he says quietly too himself.
He then looks at the few people in the room.
"Any chance any of you have a description of Tarina?" Reed asks, the smile back on his face.
If none of the people who looked up give off a 'Tarina' vibe as in they're just a bunch of drunk dudes, Reed proceeds to the door on his right and knocks before opening it and looking inside.
With Reed opening the first door and peering inside, Ironmaiden goes to the second most door in from the right, they forgo the knocking before opening it and sticking a large metal head in for a peek.
Travin Tiller, Junk Dweller Bard, AURYN.
The Ironmaiden, Questionable Artificer, Descent into Avernus.
DM, Peacekeepers of Northmorrah
"No description", Corlith replies to Reed before both the halfling and the smoking armour move cross to start opening doors.
He takes a deep breath in, trying to ignore the commotion that his new companions seem to cause at every opportunity.
He speaks a word of magic, and the sound of a bell tinkling can be heard, loud enough to draw the attention of those at the table.
"Hello. If I may disturb you fine folk for but a moment, I was wondering if one of you could direct us to the room in which we can find Tarina?", he asks.
He watches the reaction of those present, seeing if any eyes dart to one door in particular.
Persuasion: 15+7=22
Insight: 3+5=8 (Passive: 15)
As they step toward the stairs, Roo' boisterously stresses his dissatisfaction with being carted off after being caught my Wilfred. He squawks and bristles and finally, finally, Wilfred sits him down.
And Roo' bolts down the stairs as only a small bird can.
"You scoundrel!" He shouts. "You fiend! You ultimate beast! I want you to know I will not tolerate such an affront!"
His feathers stand up as he gets near the half-orc. He makes a sort of trilling clucking sound as he puffs up and sidesteps, displaying how big and powerful he is. Then, as he draws near the half-orc, he attacks.
"Have at you, you ugly bastard!" He squawks as he comes a few feet off the ground and kicks out with his spurred feet. "I am going to kick your ass, sir!"
Intimidation: 23
Talons (Attack): 20
Damage: 4
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Reed turns away from the locked door and waits to see what affect Corlith's questioning has on the crowd before moving along.
He's finding it incredibly hard to stay too focused on the crowd though given the commotion he can hear coming up the stairs.
"Is that a chicken squawking?"
While he waits, his mind wanders back to home. Didn't they stick chickens in sacks to keep them quiet?
Ironmaiden finds the second door locked and turns to their new acquaintances, pointing out the door and jiggling the handle to emphasize effect
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The Ironmaiden, Questionable Artificer, Descent into Avernus.
DM, Peacekeepers of Northmorrah
Everyone but the party is seated at the two long tables and they all turn around to look at Corlith when he rings his bell. Most look annoyed at the disturbance, but as he asks his question, one laughs and remarks, “Which room? Why you’re standing in it!”
And as soon as that is said, another jumps up from her seat at the table closest to you all and points at a woman still seated. “You! How’d you do it? How’d you win again?” She glares at Corlith, then at the rest of the party. “You looking for Tarina? Well, she’s right here, and you can have my seat! B*tch took all my money!”
The angry elf leaves the table, storms past the lot of you heads down the stairs, cursing under her breath as she goes.
Still laughing from the situation, the half-orc is about to retake his seat at the bar when he hears Roo’Stor coming back towards him all huffing and puffing. His face starts at a mixture of amusement and confusion as the fowl calls him a beast.
He’s about to say his peace when he is called an ugly bastard, confusion into wariness now etched across his features. But as the spurred feet come flying at him, he squints his eyes closed and raises his forearm across his face to protect himself. As the talons rip into the leather on his thighs, gashes appear beneath.
He opens his eyes at that moment and stares at the rooster completely flabbergasted and quite intimidated. “Here!” he says and throws the rooster a chicken leg off his plate “Stop bothering me and my friend!” holding both hands up in front of him in a sort of surrender.
"For the life of me, I don't understand why people who lose their money complain so much," Reed says as he moves closer to the one that has been identified as Tarina. "If they wanted to keep it so badly, they should have looked after it more carefully."
He smiles at Maybe-Tarina.
"Are you Tarina?" Reed asks. "Captain Zodge sent us over to have a bit of a chat. Mind if we sit down?"
As the elf storms passed, Corlith calls after, "If you happen to come across a Rooster down there, could you send them up please?".
He then turns back to the table and waits to see if it is indeed Tarina.
As Wilfred takes the first step up, he sees the ball of feathered fury barreling towards the bar. He turns back, tightening his grip on his Glaive, getting ready. A smile cracks on his face when he sees how well Roo handles himself. He's not too surprised, he has some scars on his arms from roosters.
He walks up behind the two victims. "All right there, boys. I'm sure you learned a valuable lesson. Roo, I think we are being called upstairs. And there's no sense picking on people, now is there? Shall we get going?" Wilfred will offer his arm for Roo to climb up to sit on his shoulder.
As they head upstairs, he'll say. "Roo, you did a great job. I proud of you for sticking up for yourself. And you handled yourself mighty well in that fight, although I wouldn't really call it much of a fight. Those two were just a couple of chi...... Hey, would you look at that. It seems like the others have found something at that table over there. "
Ironmaiden turns from the locked door, stopping their incessant jiggling of the handle and watch over the proceedings now that a possible Tarina has been found.
Travin Tiller, Junk Dweller Bard, AURYN.
The Ironmaiden, Questionable Artificer, Descent into Avernus.
DM, Peacekeepers of Northmorrah
Virro stands to the side of the upstairs room, observing the behavior. Gambling and tells are all very foreign to him, but he can read people. He had all sorts of people come through the funeral home where he worked in the basement, and assisted during services. He saw them at their worst, crying, sobbing, relief, even laughing at times. He thought himself an observer of behavior, an assistant, yes, but a surveyor and agent of transference of emotion, even though he had none. To ease suffering, or the appearance of such. And, most importantly, to learn secrets. In the midst of grief, tongues would wag, they would indeed.
He stands with his back against the wall, watching the scene play out on the table, the rapid departure of the elf, he observes their hands, their face, and the one pointed out as “Tarina.” He rubs his hands in his gloves and concentrates, mumbling something to himself, while the others talked.
Insight into whether this is truly Tarina, watching the departing elf, could it be the one who is storming off? : 21 + Guidance : 4
Virro gives a slight smile and ignores the elf walking down the stairs, turning his attention to the woman seated and says “Pleased to meet you Tarina, can we speak with you a moment?” He turns, deferring to his companions to lead the questioning, as he turns he lets his Flaming Fist badge on his chest be visible, as he glances down at it his chest puffs out slightly.
Roo's head cocks from side to side before he reaches down and takes a bite from the chicken leg. Not satisfied, he jumps back up on the counter, eating the chicken leg while scratching about in the plate again and kicking food everywhere. He makes it a point to make eye contact before he hops down, still holding the chicken leg, and running to Wilfred's side.
"Ah, yes! Yes!" He says between pecks of the chicken leg. "They were a couple of children! Absolutely, you are correct!"
He takes another bite of the chicken leg as they head upstairs.
"Say, what do you suppose this wonderful thing is? It is absolutely delicious!"
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Tarina turns to face the group, a readied smile upon her lips. “Why yes, what is it you want to know? Or did you come here to play some Baldur’s Bones?”
As soon as she is finished speaking, the tavern is filled with the ghostly lamentation of the elf spirit known to haunt the place. Everyone stops what they are doing, listening to the elvish song. As they do, you notice several of their faces turn into a frown. “That’s odd,” Tarina remarks, “the spirit’s song has changed. That’s never happened before that I know of.”
She looks to her friends and they all nod in agreement. “Yeah,” a half-elf agrees, “the song isn’t of their long-lost lover, so strange, I wonder why?”
As the song finishes, Tarina turns back to you expectantly. "Captain Zodge, you say? What does he want?"
Reed points vaguely in the direction of the voice of the singing ghost.
”Ah, I get it now. An elf singing. Elfsong.” Reed says to cover up the fact it’s taking him a moment to remember what the captain asked them to do.
”Aha, the Dead Three. Dear old Captain Zodge said you might know something about their fanboys and their current whereabouts.”