Ozyre decides that it couldn't hurt to chime in. "These fine folks have been drinking in a, uh, less reputable tavern. I think we'll have some waters, or coffee if you've got any."
Deception: 8 (2,5 + 3), or the Help action. Whichever makes more sense.
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Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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[Sound of Cork Popping] stares down his spectacles at the girl's rapid-fire questions. He tries to answer as many of them as quickly as he can before each new question escapes her...
He gestures toward the chest and, in a voice that sounds deep, powerful and not overly bright, declares, "That's where I keep all my stuff!"
In the excited voice of a carnival barker or salesman... "Bellingham's stimulating onguent for the hair and whiskers! And feathers too, of course of course."
At the question of flight, he just looks at his feathered arms with something that might be sadness, and just shakes his head back and forth. And at her comments about their first meeting, he answers her in her own voice... "we are adventuring partners now..."and gives her another thumbs up.
At Ozyre's Kenku question, he taps the end of his beak in affirmation. When he asks about the voice, [Sound of Cork Popping] rushes ahead slightly once again and opens his mouth. It is once again the smoky, slightly gravely but eloquent voice from before. "The voice you are hearing now is that of Armitage Aspenway, Keymaster and Vice Chancellor of the Library of Saint Jaquelle. I, or rather he, has had the privilege of teaching... [you hear the sound of someone making the now familiar cork-popping sound] ... and I, or they, have sponsored him on his current expedition to the new world. To make matters easier,[you hear the sound of someone making the now familiar cork-popping sound] and I, or we, sat down and prepared an exhaustive collection of phrases that I, or he, suspects will be useful, along with this introductory explanation. I, or he, trusts that you enjoy the sound of his, or my, voice, as you may be hearing quite a lot of it!" The voice lifts at the end, as though the speaker was quite enjoying this recital.
At the Hammer and Anvil, the Kenku pauses to draw in the scent of whatever was roasting on the fire. His stomach rumbling, he is momentarily distracted from the drama unfolding around him with the bouncer.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
As the human looks up at Thurodim, Ember has just enough time to hide behind the massive frame of the barbarian. With a few quick arcane words, she masks her appearance, and is able to fool the waiter senses.
‘’My most sincere apologies madam. I-I shouldn’t have assumed.’’, he says, clearly embarrassed by his mistake. ‘’Can I interest you all in a table for four?’’
Ozyre speaks up, grinning cheerfully in an attempt to convert the waiter's embarrassment into relief. "That'd be great! And don't worry about it. It's happened to me a few times, when I wasn't wearing my, y'know, business attire. She just takes it a bit more personally than I do. Can we get one of those tables over to the right?"
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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"It's quite alright, young man. An honest mistake, as my young friend suggested," Ember says, putting on airs though it takes every ounce of her willpower not to giggle.
As Ozyre talks with the waiter, she glances up at Thurodim with a toothy grin and whisper-mouths from behind her hand, "It's me! Ember! I used magic!"
The crackle of the fireplace draws her attention and she's immediately mesmerized by the licking flames within--"What a pretty fire"--before she catches a whiff of something cooking and sniffs at the air. "Oh. Ooohh, that smells really good. What are you roasting?" Like a moth drawn to a flame--literally--she begins to wander towards the fireplace before Aganazzar chomps on her earlobe. "Ouch, Aggie," she protests, rubbing at her ear and shuffling back towards the group with a pout.
The man nods in agreement to Ozyre's request and leads you to a table on the right. Your table is right across from the two halfling that Thurodim spotted, which are still locked in their match. Once you're all seated, the man says: "Right then, my name is Olivier, and I'll be your waiter. Can I bring you anything to drink or eat?"
The massive blonde bearded warrior leans down to take a closer and quite suspicious look at the halfling claiming to be the little orphaned adventurer with a squirrel nest for hair, even sniffing at her, and his eyes goes wide as he realizes the truth. The little girl had been a halfling all along and had of course used magic to look like a little girl. How stupid he had been, again. Thurodim laughs a bellowing laugh at the tricky trick. "Come on Ember, I'll buy you a beer." He says to the halfling with a wide smile, then following the aproned man to the indicated table. "I'm Thurodim and I'm your guest." Thurodim firmly answers as he takes a heavy seat, droping his gear at his side. "Bring me your two largest beers." He demands, slamming his fist into the table for good measure.
[Sound of Cork Popping] places his hands on the table in front of him like a hungry child. He then opens his mouth and repeats an order you've heard before...
"I request a cup of coffee or tea, coffee preferably. Strong coffee or tea, if you have more than one variety. If coffee or tea is not available, then water instead, provided that the water is reliably sourced from clean well. Absent coffee, tea or clean water, then a small cup of your mildest alcoholic beverage. Please advise of the price for this prior to serving me, and wait for acknowledgment from me that I agree to said price. Thank you, kindly."
Then he follows that up by pointing toward whatever is roasting on the fire, inhales deeply, waving is fingers in front of the nostrils on his beak as if savoring the small, and then rubs his belly, finally finishing with a thumbs up to Olivier.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
When Thurodim orders drinks for two, Ozyre gets a bit worried. "Hey, don't you think she's, uhm, had enough liquor for today?" Looking away from Olivier, his face makes every nonverbal suggestion of deceptiveness that he can think of towards the barbarian, all in rapid succession. Once it's his turn to order, the gnome points a finger in the direction of [Sound of Cork Popping]. "I'll have what he's having. And it seems that we're all entranced by the smell alone, so why don't we get some of whatever's cooking on the fire for the whole group. Oh, and I've been meaning to ask: you wouldn't happen to have an actual forge attached to this establishment, would you?"
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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"Me too! I'll have as much meat as a gold will buy me, please! And some nuts!" she also pounds her fist into the table like Big Man. Aganazzar pokes his head out of her hair at mention of nuts. "And a round for my halfling kin over there!" She points at the two halfling brothers.
Olivier nods politely at each of your orders. He seems eager to make up for his previous blunder.
"Very well. I’ll have all of this brought to you soon enough."
As he’s about to go, he quickly turns back around to answer Ozyre’s query.
"Well yes…and no. The current owner of this establishment", he turns to the dwarven women behind the bar counter, "she turned her late father’s smithy shop into the inn you are currently standing in. But there are still some elements that could work for a forge, I think."
When Ember orders a round of drinks for the two halflings at the neighboring table, one of the two gets distracted and loses his focus on the intense arm wrestling match going on. His opponent uses this opportunity to slam down the others hand on the table, winning the bout.
"Ouch! No fair, I got distracted.", the first one says while massaging his sore arm.
"You snooze, you loose, buddy." says the other one. He then turns his gaze to Ember. "Thank you, m’lady.", he says with a grin and a wink.
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The massive blonde bearded warrior nods in agreement as there is mention of ordering in whatever is roasting. He then curiously looks over at the two halflings arm wrestling, and as one defeats the other, or if it was the other way around, it was always hard to tell with brothers, Thurodim stands up and walks over to their neighbouring table, towering like a mountain above them. "Let me try." He says pulling up a chair opposite the halfling that won and taking a heavy seat, almost breaking the chair. "If I win you'll tell me all about Bart and any troubles you've had out on his fram, and if I lose I'll listen when you tell me all about Bart and any troubles you've had out on his farm." He says sincerely like it all made perfect sense, readying his arm for the arm wrestle, seemingly having no compunction about arm wrestle with someone he would just as easily throw across the tap room.
"You snooze, you booze," Ember quips back, also trying to wink though she ends up just blinking both eyes.
As Big Man sits down at the other table, she rises up onto her knees in the chair to get a better view. Having been raised by a powerful gnome wizard, Ember has never conflated size with power. So she doesn't consider for even a moment that the halfling isn't up to the challenge just because he's small.
"This is when people usually make bets, right?" she asks of her companions.
Ozyre hops off his seat and hops onto one closer to the action, next to Ember. At her question, she whispers over to her, "Well, I suppose it's now for some people, but a discerning gambler will wait until both parties agree to the match before making any bets. An extra discerning gambler will wait until the match is over before betting on who won, but at that point the tricky part is finding people to bet with. The whole thing's tricky, really."
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Ember nods along in understanding right up til his last words. "Until it's over?" she puzzles out, hair whipping to one side as she looks at the gnome. Her brow furrows and she scratches at her cheek in thought. "That is tricky. Will, um... will you bet with me? I have a really nice sheeellll that sounds like the ocean and some pig knuckleboooones... and-and! Some snake jerky I bet you'd really liiiike!"
The two halflings share a disconcerted look at mention of the name Bart, but even more so because of the four strangers that approached their table for a match of arm wrestle and information. They both wear light cloths and worn boots. A faint smell of salt water comes of from them, letting you believe that they are sailors, or at least dock workers. The one who lost has his hair tied in a bun with the sides of his head relatively shaved, while the one that won has messy and unkept hair.
The one with a bun looks at Thurodim. ‘’Wh-what makes you think we know anything about that person you speak of?’’, while the one with messy hair replies ‘’Yeah! How do you know we know him?’’. The one with bun then looks at his fellow with an aggravated look and reaches to slap him across the back of the head, who recoils from the pain. ‘’You’re an idiot, Lewin!’’, says the first one. He turns back to you four. ‘’Alright. Why do you want to know?’’
The massive blonde bearded warrior looks between the two halfling brothers, not quite following why Lewin is an idiot, then scratching his beard as he ponders what to ask. "Okay talk first and arm wrestle later." He finally says with a nod before continuing. "Tell us if Bart had any troubles on the farm. We are going there now, to help with troubles." He explains, motioning to the three small adventurers with him.
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((Stealth: 22, Deception: 4 🫣 Unless someone is allowed to/wants to provide the help action to deceive lol!))
Ozyre decides that it couldn't hurt to chime in. "These fine folks have been drinking in a, uh, less reputable tavern. I think we'll have some waters, or coffee if you've got any."
Deception: 8 (
2,5 + 3), or the Help action. Whichever makes more sense.Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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[Earlier, on the walk to the Hammer and Anvil...]
[Sound of Cork Popping] stares down his spectacles at the girl's rapid-fire questions. He tries to answer as many of them as quickly as he can before each new question escapes her...
He gestures toward the chest and, in a voice that sounds deep, powerful and not overly bright, declares, "That's where I keep all my stuff!"
In the excited voice of a carnival barker or salesman... "Bellingham's stimulating onguent for the hair and whiskers! And feathers too, of course of course."
At the question of flight, he just looks at his feathered arms with something that might be sadness, and just shakes his head back and forth. And at her comments about their first meeting, he answers her in her own voice... "we are adventuring partners now..." and gives her another thumbs up.
At Ozyre's Kenku question, he taps the end of his beak in affirmation. When he asks about the voice, [Sound of Cork Popping] rushes ahead slightly once again and opens his mouth. It is once again the smoky, slightly gravely but eloquent voice from before. "The voice you are hearing now is that of Armitage Aspenway, Keymaster and Vice Chancellor of the Library of Saint Jaquelle. I, or rather he, has had the privilege of teaching... [you hear the sound of someone making the now familiar cork-popping sound] ... and I, or they, have sponsored him on his current expedition to the new world. To make matters easier,[you hear the sound of someone making the now familiar cork-popping sound] and I, or we, sat down and prepared an exhaustive collection of phrases that I, or he, suspects will be useful, along with this introductory explanation. I, or he, trusts that you enjoy the sound of his, or my, voice, as you may be hearing quite a lot of it!" The voice lifts at the end, as though the speaker was quite enjoying this recital.
At the Hammer and Anvil, the Kenku pauses to draw in the scent of whatever was roasting on the fire. His stomach rumbling, he is momentarily distracted from the drama unfolding around him with the bouncer.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
((Also an 8 with Help hahaha))
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As the human looks up at Thurodim, Ember has just enough time to hide behind the massive frame of the barbarian. With a few quick arcane words, she masks her appearance, and is able to fool the waiter senses.
‘’My most sincere apologies madam. I-I shouldn’t have assumed.’’, he says, clearly embarrassed by his mistake. ‘’Can I interest you all in a table for four?’’
Ozyre speaks up, grinning cheerfully in an attempt to convert the waiter's embarrassment into relief. "That'd be great! And don't worry about it. It's happened to me a few times, when I wasn't wearing my, y'know, business attire. She just takes it a bit more personally than I do. Can we get one of those tables over to the right?"
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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"It's quite alright, young man. An honest mistake, as my young friend suggested," Ember says, putting on airs though it takes every ounce of her willpower not to giggle.
As Ozyre talks with the waiter, she glances up at Thurodim with a toothy grin and whisper-mouths from behind her hand, "It's me! Ember! I used magic!"
The crackle of the fireplace draws her attention and she's immediately mesmerized by the licking flames within--"What a pretty fire"--before she catches a whiff of something cooking and sniffs at the air. "Oh. Ooohh, that smells really good. What are you roasting?" Like a moth drawn to a flame--literally--she begins to wander towards the fireplace before Aganazzar chomps on her earlobe. "Ouch, Aggie," she protests, rubbing at her ear and shuffling back towards the group with a pout.
The man nods in agreement to Ozyre's request and leads you to a table on the right. Your table is right across from the two halfling that Thurodim spotted, which are still locked in their match. Once you're all seated, the man says: "Right then, my name is Olivier, and I'll be your waiter. Can I bring you anything to drink or eat?"
The massive blonde bearded warrior leans down to take a closer and quite suspicious look at the halfling claiming to be the little orphaned adventurer with a squirrel nest for hair, even sniffing at her, and his eyes goes wide as he realizes the truth. The little girl had been a halfling all along and had of course used magic to look like a little girl. How stupid he had been, again. Thurodim laughs a bellowing laugh at the tricky trick. "Come on Ember, I'll buy you a beer." He says to the halfling with a wide smile, then following the aproned man to the indicated table. "I'm Thurodim and I'm your guest." Thurodim firmly answers as he takes a heavy seat, droping his gear at his side. "Bring me your two largest beers." He demands, slamming his fist into the table for good measure.
[Sound of Cork Popping] places his hands on the table in front of him like a hungry child. He then opens his mouth and repeats an order you've heard before...
"I request a cup of coffee or tea, coffee preferably. Strong coffee or tea, if you have more than one variety. If coffee or tea is not available, then water instead, provided that the water is reliably sourced from clean well. Absent coffee, tea or clean water, then a small cup of your mildest alcoholic beverage. Please advise of the price for this prior to serving me, and wait for acknowledgment from me that I agree to said price. Thank you, kindly."
Then he follows that up by pointing toward whatever is roasting on the fire, inhales deeply, waving is fingers in front of the nostrils on his beak as if savoring the small, and then rubs his belly, finally finishing with a thumbs up to Olivier.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
When Thurodim orders drinks for two, Ozyre gets a bit worried. "Hey, don't you think she's, uhm, had enough liquor for today?" Looking away from Olivier, his face makes every nonverbal suggestion of deceptiveness that he can think of towards the barbarian, all in rapid succession. Once it's his turn to order, the gnome points a finger in the direction of [Sound of Cork Popping]. "I'll have what he's having. And it seems that we're all entranced by the smell alone, so why don't we get some of whatever's cooking on the fire for the whole group. Oh, and I've been meaning to ask: you wouldn't happen to have an actual forge attached to this establishment, would you?"
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Beer! She feels like a grownup already!
"Me too! I'll have as much meat as a gold will buy me, please! And some nuts!" she also pounds her fist into the table like Big Man. Aganazzar pokes his head out of her hair at mention of nuts. "And a round for my halfling kin over there!" She points at the two halfling brothers.
Olivier nods politely at each of your orders. He seems eager to make up for his previous blunder.
"Very well. I’ll have all of this brought to you soon enough."
As he’s about to go, he quickly turns back around to answer Ozyre’s query.
"Well yes…and no. The current owner of this establishment", he turns to the dwarven women behind the bar counter, "she turned her late father’s smithy shop into the inn you are currently standing in. But there are still some elements that could work for a forge, I think."
When Ember orders a round of drinks for the two halflings at the neighboring table, one of the two gets distracted and loses his focus on the intense arm wrestling match going on. His opponent uses this opportunity to slam down the others hand on the table, winning the bout.
"Ouch! No fair, I got distracted.", the first one says while massaging his sore arm.
"You snooze, you loose, buddy." says the other one. He then turns his gaze to Ember. "Thank you, m’lady.", he says with a grin and a wink.
The massive blonde bearded warrior nods in agreement as there is mention of ordering in whatever is roasting. He then curiously looks over at the two halflings arm wrestling, and as one defeats the other, or if it was the other way around, it was always hard to tell with brothers, Thurodim stands up and walks over to their neighbouring table, towering like a mountain above them. "Let me try." He says pulling up a chair opposite the halfling that won and taking a heavy seat, almost breaking the chair. "If I win you'll tell me all about Bart and any troubles you've had out on his fram, and if I lose I'll listen when you tell me all about Bart and any troubles you've had out on his farm." He says sincerely like it all made perfect sense, readying his arm for the arm wrestle, seemingly having no compunction about arm wrestle with someone he would just as easily throw across the tap room.
Persuasion if needed: 14
"You snooze, you booze," Ember quips back, also trying to wink though she ends up just blinking both eyes.
As Big Man sits down at the other table, she rises up onto her knees in the chair to get a better view. Having been raised by a powerful gnome wizard, Ember has never conflated size with power. So she doesn't consider for even a moment that the halfling isn't up to the challenge just because he's small.
"This is when people usually make bets, right?" she asks of her companions.
Ozyre hops off his seat and hops onto one closer to the action, next to Ember. At her question, she whispers over to her, "Well, I suppose it's now for some people, but a discerning gambler will wait until both parties agree to the match before making any bets. An extra discerning gambler will wait until the match is over before betting on who won, but at that point the tricky part is finding people to bet with. The whole thing's tricky, really."
Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Ember nods along in understanding right up til his last words. "Until it's over?" she puzzles out, hair whipping to one side as she looks at the gnome. Her brow furrows and she scratches at her cheek in thought. "That is tricky. Will, um... will you bet with me? I have a really nice sheeellll that sounds like the ocean and some pig knuckleboooones... and-and! Some snake jerky I bet you'd really liiiike!"
The two halflings share a disconcerted look at mention of the name Bart, but even more so because of the four strangers that approached their table for a match of arm wrestle and information. They both wear light cloths and worn boots. A faint smell of salt water comes of from them, letting you believe that they are sailors, or at least dock workers. The one who lost has his hair tied in a bun with the sides of his head relatively shaved, while the one that won has messy and unkept hair.
The one with a bun looks at Thurodim. ‘’Wh-what makes you think we know anything about that person you speak of?’’, while the one with messy hair replies ‘’Yeah! How do you know we know him?’’. The one with bun then looks at his fellow with an aggravated look and reaches to slap him across the back of the head, who recoils from the pain. ‘’You’re an idiot, Lewin!’’, says the first one. He turns back to you four. ‘’Alright. Why do you want to know?’’
The massive blonde bearded warrior looks between the two halfling brothers, not quite following why Lewin is an idiot, then scratching his beard as he ponders what to ask. "Okay talk first and arm wrestle later." He finally says with a nod before continuing. "Tell us if Bart had any troubles on the farm. We are going there now, to help with troubles." He explains, motioning to the three small adventurers with him.