Kit gives a sad sigh as Lief launches into his spiel but politely waits a moment or two before interrupting.
"Yes, yes, that's very...informative, but I'm sure Gill didn't come over here to learn more about his own trade from the likes of us."
"Here, Miss," Kit says, taking the ale from the barmaid and setting it down in front of Gill.
"You've a good eye, we are adventurers," Kit casts a glance at Tully and Grogan, "though at the moment I'd say we're also a passable minstrel troupe"
"Please have a seat, we'd love to hear about this monster problem of yours, but I don't like to talk business with strangers. Tell me about yourself. Have you always lived here?"
(Sorry, forgot the roll. Trying to PERSUADE Gill to sit down and have a conversation with us. 11
Gill sits down, but is clearly still unsure about whether he might trust you.
"You know what I like about Gill," Kit asks as she turns to Barakoba and Jennlin, "he's either brave or curious enough to come over here, but smart enough to let us do the talking."
Turning back to Gill and raising a glass in salute, "Okay then, have it your way. What is it you'd like to know?"
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Brakoba adds: "Well this warpick has seen more ennemies than you have seen full moon, I can tell you ! If only it could talk." To prove his point he takes a few nuts on the table and crack them open with his biscep. (Athletic: 9), "You up for a game of arm wrestling?" he continues smiling
Kit gives Brakoba a placid smile carefully constructed to contain any eye rolls or grimaces the Half-Orc might provoke. Clearly the assertion that their new companion was, in fact, a highly skilled alchemist was some kind of cruel prank...
Just out of whimsy Leif will use minor illusion to have a butterfly emerge from one of Brakoba’s peanuts it will have peanut butter colored wings. Horns fangs and a stinger too.
Jennlin stares back a bit blankly at the others, not looking amused at the mild prank her coworkers were pulling. She then pulled an arrow out and nicked her thumb and squeezed a single drop into her ale before pulling the arrow back and swirling her drink again and sipping, looking back at the newcomer. "If don't want them to know, don't answer their questions," she finally said after her drink. Her voice on the softer side, dark and cool like the shadows she hailed from.
"You know what I like about Gill," Kit asks as she turns to Barakoba and Jennlin, "he's either brave or curious enough to come over here, but smart enough to let us do the talking."
Turning back to Gill and raising a glass in salute, "Okay then, have it your way. What is it you'd like to know?"
"Why are you folks at our village? This isn't exactly the most hospitable place."
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Brakoba adds: "Well this warpick has seen more ennemies than you have seen full moon, I can tell you ! If only it could talk." To prove his point he takes a few nuts on the table and crack them open with his biscep. (Athletic: 18), "You up for a game of arm wrestling?" he continues smiling
Just out of whimsy Leif will use minor illusion to have a butterfly emerge from one of Brakoba’s peanuts it will have peanut butter colored wings. Horns fangs and a stinger too.
The half-orc, used to the jokes of the gnome, turns his head towards him and winks. "See, not everybody can do that !"
"So you are quite the adventurers then. I must admit, we do not see much magic around here...except Old Graham." He points in the direction of the old, wizened man, who is reading a book nearby.
"So, Gill, I believe you were about to tell us about your monster problem?"
"Yeah... sahaugin down at the docks, gnolls at the farms. And there's those other adventurers, the ones who keep poking their heads around town. They seem more interested in causing trouble than providing any help."
"We're here as representatives of Acquisitions Incorporated, the finest cooperative of freelance problem solvers this side of the ocean! We'd heard word of troubles out this way and we're looking to set up a headquarters to better serve the region. And from the sounds of things, we've arrived just in time."
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Brakoba adds: "Well this warpick has seen more ennemies than you have seen full moon, I can tell you ! If only it could talk." To prove his point he takes a few nuts on the table and crack them open with his biscep. (Athletic: 18), "You up for a game of arm wrestling?" he continues smiling
"I believe you have made your point. There has been some trouble down at the docks... sahaugin, I think Joe said."
"Ah, say no more ! I don't really like those smelly fish. Happy to check on your mate Joe.". Brakoba finished his al in one go and goes for his weapon but stop abruptly, "wait, who has the coins ? We are for hire not paladins..."
"Ah, say no more ! I don't really like those smelly fish. Happy to check on your mate Joe.". Brakoba finished his al in one go and goes for his weapon but stop abruptly, "wait, who has the coins ? We are for hire not paladins..."
"Brakoba, my friend, this isn't just about money!" Kit says, gripping the brute's bicep, "this is about making ourselves a useful part of our new community, it's about giving something back, it's about making a place for ourselves, turning this into our permenant home, as it were."
Brakoba grabs a mug full of ale - the red wine has never been of his taste. The tall half-orc, wearing pelt as cloth, looks at the young man. "A band of mercenaries...but the good ones, hein." winking and showing his front teeth. "If everything goes well, you'll see us often around here from what I get. Our job is to take some contracts, fulfilling them, getting paid and drinking".
Close to him, rest his shield and a beautifully engraved warpick, never too far from his reach - this is how he survived all the fights he has been in. He have a long drink and smashes the mug back on the table: "Hey, the taste is not that bad ! Compliment to the brewer."
"Contracts, eh? There have been some monsters around lately... How do I know you're here to help?"
Make a ability check using a skill or tool of your choice, then justify the skill you used and how it convinces him.
"Kit Harrowhark,"Kit says, extending a hand in greeting.
"This is Leif, Tully, Jennlin, Grogan, and the big fellow at the end there is Brakoba. Please, join us mister...?" Kit motions the barmaid to bring an ale for their guest.
"I am Gilbert Roughhat, but my friends call me Gill. Don't really know you fellas yet, though. By the looks of you, you must be adventurers. We do have some monsters around, but how do I know you can be trusted?"
Make a ability check using a skill or tool of your choice, then justify the skill you used and how it convinces him.
Lief looks up from his book at the mention of his name he notices his contractual colleagues and the young farmer, “Well hello young man. Have you come looking for answers? If so all you need to do is ask.”
Noticing his mug of ‘ale’ mostly water, he slightly shakes his head as if to say he’d be dying before sipping from this mug... “Bring a pitcher of milk too fresh.”
Jennlin is a bit of a curiosity usually to those who first meet her, as her kind from the Shadowfell are not always too common, and her rather bleak outlook at times, and oft misunderstandings can leave some wary. But to those that hold firm or find her curious enough to delve deeper, find someone that is not as different as one might think, just viewed through a different lens. Treating almost every new person and situation with suspicion, it has taken some time to develop some amount of trust with her group, but it is clear now she is on their side.
Seeing the introductions being made she simply stares at the encroaching farmer but lets the others do the talking at first, a practice she found mutually beneficial in most cases. She sniffed the ale a bit and swirled it slowly in the mug before taking a small sip, and waiting to hear who the visitor was.
Tully sits among his fellows tuning his lute and nods a horned head at the farmer. He then stands and walks to the center of the room and being playing for the crowd for money. A little Fey ditty he loves.
[can I do a performance check to see how the crowd responds?]
Absolutely, make a performance check - with advantage, as Grogan is Helping you.
Grogan the little halfling stands on the seat of his chair, leaning over the backrest, with the chair turned suck that he faces the table in this position. He gives a little nod and wave at the mention of his name to the newcomer.
Seeing Tully make his way out into the crowd to play a tune, Grogan decides to to down the rest of his mug and remove his bugle at his side. He attempts to accompany the Satyr (helping Tully on his performance check to entertainthe crowd)
Tully will have advantage on his check.
Also, remember your goals are to find a headquarters and gain trust from the locals. Info that might help with either requires a ability check, you can use any ability/skill/tool if you can justify how it is used.
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If Mr. Roughhat is content speaking with Brakoba and Harrowhawk, Leif will meander over and introduce himself to the wizened older gentleman identified as Ol’ Graham. “Say lovely day for making a deal don’t you agree?”
As Tully’s amazing performance is going on Bully can’t help but drop his invisibility and cut a rug, he will dance a quick jig to Tully’s cadence. As a tiny sprite flight is incorporated into his movements...
If Mr. Roughhat is content speaking with Brakoba and Harrowhawk, Leif will meander over and introduce himself to the wizened older gentleman identified as Ol’ Graham. “Say lovely day for making a deal don’t you agree?”
As Tully’s amazing performance is going on Bully can’t help but drop his invisibility and cut a rug, he will dance a quick jig to Tully’s cadence. As a tiny sprite flight is incorporated into his movements...
performance 17
ZelockTheDragon, please stop quoting quotes that quote quotes.
Anyway, I copied your post below:
Performance: 22
The crowd is mostly delighted, although a few folks are terrified of Bully's magic.
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Brakoba adds: "Well this warpick has seen more ennemies than you have seen full moon, I can tell you ! If only it could talk." To prove his point he takes a few nuts on the table and crack them open with his biscep. (Athletic: 18), "You up for a game of arm wrestling?" he continues smiling
"I believe you have made your point. There has been some trouble down at the docks... sahaugin, I think Joe said."
"Ah, say no more ! I don't really like those smelly fish. Happy to check on your mate Joe.". Brakoba finished his al in one go and goes for his weapon but stop abruptly, "wait, who has the coins ? We are for hire not paladins..."
"Ha. There are plenty of folks willing to pay for help with any of these problems. Although, you would have to provide services up front."
"Ah, say no more ! I don't really like those smelly fish. Happy to check on your mate Joe.". Brakoba finished his al in one go and goes for his weapon but stop abruptly, "wait, who has the coins ? We are for hire not paladins..."
"Brakoba, my friend, this isn't just about money!" Kit says, gripping the brute's bicep, "this is about making ourselves a useful part of our new community, it's about giving something back, it's about making a place for ourselves, turning this into our permenant home, as it were."
"Hmm. Help out folks around here and you might just be able to find a place in our village."
EVERYONE READ:
Suddenly, the door of the tavern opens. Several adventurers walk in and to the door to the back, shoving aside everyone in their way. Brakoba must make a DC 15 strength or dexterity saving throw (your choice) or be pushed against a nearby table. By the time you react, they are already in the room in the back, and you here shouting about "this ridiculous town" and "NO MONEY?"
Gill rolls his eyes and turns to Kit.
Gill sits down, but is clearly still unsure about whether he might trust you.
"You know what I like about Gill," Kit asks as she turns to Barakoba and Jennlin, "he's either brave or curious enough to come over here, but smart enough to let us do the talking."
Turning back to Gill and raising a glass in salute, "Okay then, have it your way. What is it you'd like to know?"
Brakoba adds: "Well this warpick has seen more ennemies than you have seen full moon, I can tell you ! If only it could talk."
To prove his point he takes a few nuts on the table and crack them open with his biscep. (Athletic: 9), "You up for a game of arm wrestling?" he continues smiling
Brakoba
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
Kit gives Brakoba a placid smile carefully constructed to contain any eye rolls or grimaces the Half-Orc might provoke. Clearly the assertion that their new companion was, in fact, a highly skilled alchemist was some kind of cruel prank...
Just out of whimsy Leif will use minor illusion to have a butterfly emerge from one of Brakoba’s peanuts it will have peanut butter colored wings. Horns fangs and a stinger too.
minor illusion Investigation DC 13 to disbelieve.
Bully telepathically sighs at Leif’s use of magic.
*Sha-gravis *Fjörn Bhrünt *Leif Aulderoot *Saltstrider *Eron Colborn
Investigation 11
Brakoba's Investigation: 20
The half-orc, used to the jokes of the gnome, turns his head towards him and winks. "See, not everybody can do that !"
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
Kit gives a head shake and a long sigh.
"So, Gill, I believe you were about to tell us about your monster problem?"
Jennlin stares back a bit blankly at the others, not looking amused at the mild prank her coworkers were pulling. She then pulled an arrow out and nicked her thumb and squeezed a single drop into her ale before pulling the arrow back and swirling her drink again and sipping, looking back at the newcomer. "If don't want them to know, don't answer their questions," she finally said after her drink. Her voice on the softer side, dark and cool like the shadows she hailed from.
"Why are you folks at our village? This isn't exactly the most hospitable place."
"I believe you have made your point. There has been some trouble down at the docks... sahaugin, I think Joe said."
"So you are quite the adventurers then. I must admit, we do not see much magic around here...except Old Graham." He points in the direction of the old, wizened man, who is reading a book nearby.
"Yeah... sahaugin down at the docks, gnolls at the farms. And there's those other adventurers, the ones who keep poking their heads around town. They seem more interested in causing trouble than providing any help."
"We're here as representatives of Acquisitions Incorporated, the finest cooperative of freelance problem solvers this side of the ocean! We'd heard word of troubles out this way and we're looking to set up a headquarters to better serve the region. And from the sounds of things, we've arrived just in time."
"Ah, say no more ! I don't really like those smelly fish. Happy to check on your mate Joe.". Brakoba finished his al in one go and goes for his weapon but stop abruptly, "wait, who has the coins ? We are for hire not paladins..."
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
"Brakoba, my friend, this isn't just about money!" Kit says, gripping the brute's bicep, "this is about making ourselves a useful part of our new community, it's about giving something back, it's about making a place for ourselves, turning this into our permenant home, as it were."
“At some point we should discuss bundling homestead life and transportation insurance rates...”
It’s never to late to insure! - this last part is communicated telepathically.
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Performance: 22
This is all happening with a beguiling melody in the background. Tully looks across the room and surveys if there is anyone with deep pockets.
If Mr. Roughhat is content speaking with Brakoba and Harrowhawk, Leif will meander over and introduce himself to the wizened older gentleman identified as Ol’ Graham. “Say lovely day for making a deal don’t you agree?”
As Tully’s amazing performance is going on Bully can’t help but drop his invisibility and cut a rug, he will dance a quick jig to Tully’s cadence. As a tiny sprite flight is incorporated into his movements...
performance 11
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Make a perception check, you might be able to pull it off. Although...
(see the bottom of my post)
ZelockTheDragon, please stop quoting quotes that quote quotes.
Anyway, I copied your post below:
Performance: 22
The crowd is mostly delighted, although a few folks are terrified of Bully's magic.
"Ha. There are plenty of folks willing to pay for help with any of these problems. Although, you would have to provide services up front."
"Hmm. Help out folks around here and you might just be able to find a place in our village."
EVERYONE READ:
Suddenly, the door of the tavern opens. Several adventurers walk in and to the door to the back, shoving aside everyone in their way. Brakoba must make a DC 15 strength or dexterity saving throw (your choice) or be pushed against a nearby table. By the time you react, they are already in the room in the back, and you here shouting about "this ridiculous town" and "NO MONEY?"
Kit shoots a quick glance at Barakoba and nods towards the back room before heading in, trusting that the Half-Orc has her back.
Leif watches the jerks shove their way through the main room. Sees Kit & Brakoba exchange looks. “Excuse me for a moment friend.”
Leif walks behind Kit anxious to see how this apology goes down.
telepathically, ‘Kit I got your 6.’
*Sha-gravis *Fjörn Bhrünt *Leif Aulderoot *Saltstrider *Eron Colborn