”Fifty gold should be sufficient to secure a comfortable seat for you, sir. We can market ourselves as a deterrent to bandits, while as our client, your safety will remain our priority. Allow us to see to these details swiftly, that we might be off, before this local unrest comes to a head, yes?”
Heidi addresses the others, in the small company: ”Shall we?”
Vadania; Your hand reached over to the counter and you grab the first thing you feel. It ended up being a plate filled with a bowl of Tomato soup, 3 grilled cheese sandwiches, an assortment of fruits and a side of poached egg.
Teressa: " Those wretched bandits... there were 6 six of them and they were all armed with daggers and a few of them wielded bows (2) and a few othershad swords (3), as for apperences I coul not see how they looked, they covered them selves, probably to hide thier hideous faces.", Nilavor mumbled thhe last part under his breath.
Fjörn: The person you scoped out watched you perform in amusement and even clapped when you finished. He tossed you a rose.
Heidi: "If we are heading out now then give me a moment to grab my luggage, will you.", he then walked to the barmaid and and asks her a question. In response she points to one of the higher floors to which he go towards. You all see him disappear from your feild of sight as be walks onto the second floor. He comes back 2 minutes later with a large travel backpack almost filled to the brim with clothes.
"Well thenets head on out, yes?", be then heads out yowardsthe main entrance in order to leave.
Fjörn whistles a little marching tune, cups his hand over the rose blossom when he uncovers the bloom it glows with a rose red light. He then continues to wave the rose like a baton and marches out following Nilavor…
Vadania smiles and whispers, "Thank the gods," as he drinks down the soup like a bowl of ale. He produces a square of cloth and wraps up the sandwiches and the egg 'for later'... and walks out with the others as he munches on the fruits.
"I saw some very colorful blankets and sheets along vendor lane. I bet you might find some thick material to sit on.. or even a stuffed cushion good enough for a noble?"
The elf licked a finger covered in fruit juices as the group walked along the lane. "I don't recall seeing beasts or wagons when I came from the temple lane though."
“If there are only six bandits, they might think twice when they see five adventurers guarding you. However, we can't rely on the enemy's common sense for our safety.” Before the nobleman returns from the upper floor, the cleric girl raises her hand and says, “If we depart now, please give me some time to bid farewell to Mother Eleanor— I mean the high priestess of Phlan. I want to thank her and report my current status before leaving here. We will meet at the gate!” Additionally, she is going to ask her mentor about Nilvaor. It's not that she doesn't believe in him, but Teresa thinks it's better to gather more information about their client.
If I’m not already I’d like to join the adventurers guild, prior to leaving Fjörn will inquire. If they hold documents he will archive his will and set up a retirement account. Are there any other benefits?
As both Teresa and Heidi make their requests and announcements, the silent till now Cyrano suddenly raises his head.
"Yes! Yes! Both excellent ideas! I just now realized how I could ge..uh, WHere I uh could find us a free ride! I guess What I'm trying to say is "Uh knoow ah g'y"
He shrugs his shoulders a bit as he say the phrase. In the mean time you notice the three stones have stopped their clicking.
He tugs on Fjörns leg and motions for him to lean in. When he does Cyrano Whispers "go with me. Help me on the bench. (Hopefully you'll play along for a moment)
Cyrano pulls away and with a steadying hand from the noble, charismatic, and wildly talented Fjörn, climbs up onto one of the near by benches so he can address Nalavor on a more even basis and be seen better by the others.
"We should meet at the gate!" He encourages, "But there's noooo reason why our noble cargo should have to brave the streets. Fjörn and I will go retrieve the conveyance, Heidi can remain here to keep our charge safe while Vad can go buy some of those blankets just in case more comfort is needed. Tesera can do all that stuff she said. We'll, "he gestures back iand forth between himself and Fjörn, "come back here and retrieve thy precious noble ahh..uh, person. Then on to the gates and beyond."
Heidi has her own ideas, should the gnome’s “guy” fail to produce results; at present, she is happy to entertain any plan of action, so long as it gets them on the road.
“Oh…” Teresa covers her mouth with her hand. The little Gnome climbing up a bench looks so adorable! However, the girl is wise enough not to show her feelings that might hurt a grown-up man's pride. “It is a good idea. Before we split, I have something to share with you…” She bends her head and speaks in a whispering voice. “I have received a message from my lady. Master Nilavor isn't telling the whole truth. It's not like he is lying, but he is hiding something from us…”
Heidi: She goes towards the barmaid and ask. "Looking to rent Horses... hmm... near the town gate there is a stable the sells and rents out horses but he usually doesn't give them to outsiders. you can try your luck there.", the barmaid then turned around and left to cater to another table.
Fjorn: He heads towards the front desk and asks the attendant about guild registration. She looks at you up and down and smiles "First you will need to fill out these forms...", she pulls out a large stack paper and hands you a packet consisting of around 25 sheets. "They mainly state the rules and regulations of the guild, like if you are found guilty of murder of an innocent your guild id will be revoked, and other stuff mainly so that you don't implement the guild with any unsavoury business. Also If you want to deposit money with us please make sure to fill out page 15 and page 19 for will, as of when you die on a mission or anything else, who your money should be put in the name of. One more thing we provide healing services, by showing your guild card you can go to this or any affiliate guild to get yourself healed up. Last but not least the full process will cost you 1 GP and 25SP. Thank you for signing up.".
Vadania smiles as he pops the last of the fruit into his mouth; gives a two finger, jaunty salute as he walks out the door. He knew just the kiosks to look at for some nice blankets...
Cyrano is encouraged by everyone's willingness to go along with the plan. He jumps down from His makeshift stage. He approaches Fjörn trying to exploit the opportunity presented by Fjörn separating from those gathered and headsing for the desk. He politely waits until Fjörn is finished collecting his application before signally him to come in close.
As a rule, Vadania did not do much shopping. Even when he did, he tended to stick with a couple of familiar items – and those only once or twice a year. To be honest, the elf found it a little stressful – all the people milling about; the sellers yelling about their wares; the smells; the colors. So NOT what Vadan was use to in his woodland wanderings.
Now, he was on a mission. Blankets and cushions. How much would they cost? How many would they need? Would he have enough money to cover the expense and still leave him with any coins in his purse?
Once past his initial apprehensions, Vanadia was almost enjoying himself. So far, all the vendors were welcoming and friendly. Children ran up and down the lane - sometimes circling him as they chased each other. The smell of food and spices was still enticing, but his stomach was full (for now) and did not distract him as he wanderd down the lane. The elf tried to stay on the main lane. He knew many of the side streets and alleys held a maze of small shops, but he could not afford to get turned around in this unfamiliar town.
Slowing, he took in the overwhelming sights of room sized, hand woven rugs, fragile glass goblets and bowls, brightly colored lanterns, banners, clothing, and antiques. Numerous vendors tried to lure him to their kiosk. “Where are you from?” “Are you here to buy a carpet?” “Now it’s my turn!” All shouted with a certain predatory glee.
What started out as being overwhelming and intimidating became more fun for the elf as he learned his way around and got better with bargaining. He made several purchases: two fine cushions from a grinning grandmotherly sort; two overly large blankets - leftovers from the winter season, so thick and warm; sleeping wraps for all (just in case) from a wizen old man who looked older than any person Vadan had met to date.
The sun was rising and the air was getting hotter. After haggling with a vender for a copper camp pot, he offered tea. This seemed to be a normal practice here. Vadan was happy with his purchase and the shopkeeper was happy he made a sale. So, they sat and drank tea together and talked. Vadan tried to gleen information about the local uprising and how, it seemed to him, it had little effect on the vendors. The vendor was more than happy to spread what gossip he knew.
In all too brief a span, Vadania had to give his farewells and continued on to meet the others at the main gate with his bulging pile of goods.
Whenever me and Cyrano see a carriage (not a cart or wagon) perhaps a nice covered wagon?
Fjörn looks for the ugliest meanest dumbest person and immediately begins shouting for everyone’s attention even using a light cantrip on his target and just rips into. ‘Your mama’ jokes and ‘what rock was flipped to set you free’ If impressionistic artwork came to life your it…
Vadania: With your bulk purchases that will cost you 11GP toltally. 2GP each for the winter furs (summer discount), 1GP each for the wrapping blankets and 50SP for each cushion. You head towards Nilavor with your collection and get reimbursed. " 2GP for these furs... Hmm... That's not too bad I must tell my father about the quality and price of these furs. We could setup a general store...yes...", he then absent mindedly hands you money and falls deep into thought.
Fjörn: Slowly a crowd forms around, there is laughing, cheering and the occasional sound of a BP falling. The crowd isn't too big but enough as a distraction, you notice an old man coming out of the stables to see what the commotion is about with a frown on his face.
Cyrano tries to stop Fjörn from leaving the shadows by the stables but the human bard moves on before the gnome can fully explain what the idea was. So instead, Cyrano watches Fjörn from the shadow of the livery with a concerned look. Most people don't just leave a team hitched to a wagon, or anything for that matter, and that has the 2ft tall humaoid worried that he won't be able to hold up his end of the bargain. If luck doean't smile on him so that he finds a team already rigged to a conveyance it will be almost impossible for him to hitch a full sized team.
As soon as the performance starts Cyrano makes his way through the stalls shushing the animals inside where he knows Phalin, the dwarven blacksmith, stores an unsold carriage. As he slips through the darkened interior he hopes for any type of wagon or cart that will serve the purpose.
To further add to the chaos of the moment Fjörn will try to steal from the stable master, if he is indeed laughing hysterically on the ground sleight of hand 7 (18 if I have advantage due to him being effected by a spell) if I am caught I'll try to flee to the gates...
”Fifty gold should be sufficient to secure a comfortable seat for you, sir. We can market ourselves as a deterrent to bandits, while as our client, your safety will remain our priority. Allow us to see to these details swiftly, that we might be off, before this local unrest comes to a head, yes?”
Heidi addresses the others, in the small company: ”Shall we?”
Vadania; Your hand reached over to the counter and you grab the first thing you feel. It ended up being a plate filled with a bowl of Tomato soup, 3 grilled cheese sandwiches, an assortment of fruits and a side of poached egg.
Teressa: " Those wretched bandits... there were 6 six of them and they were all armed with daggers and a few of them wielded bows (2) and a few othershad swords (3), as for apperences I coul not see how they looked, they covered them selves, probably to hide thier hideous faces.", Nilavor mumbled thhe last part under his breath.
Fjörn: The person you scoped out watched you perform in amusement and even clapped when you finished. He tossed you a rose.
Heidi: "If we are heading out now then give me a moment to grab my luggage, will you.", he then walked to the barmaid and and asks her a question. In response she points to one of the higher floors to which he go towards. You all see him disappear from your feild of sight as be walks onto the second floor. He comes back 2 minutes later with a large travel backpack almost filled to the brim with clothes.
"Well thenets head on out, yes?", be then heads out yowardsthe main entrance in order to leave.
Fjörn whistles a little marching tune, cups his hand over the rose blossom when he uncovers the bloom it glows with a rose red light. He then continues to wave the rose like a baton and marches out following Nilavor…
*Sha-gravis *Fjörn Bhrünt *Leif Aulderoot *Saltstrider *Eron Colborn
Vadania smiles and whispers, "Thank the gods," as he drinks down the soup like a bowl of ale. He produces a square of cloth and wraps up the sandwiches and the egg 'for later'... and walks out with the others as he munches on the fruits.
"I saw some very colorful blankets and sheets along vendor lane. I bet you might find some thick material to sit on.. or even a stuffed cushion good enough for a noble?"
The elf licked a finger covered in fruit juices as the group walked along the lane. "I don't recall seeing beasts or wagons when I came from the temple lane though."
“If there are only six bandits, they might think twice when they see five adventurers guarding you. However, we can't rely on the enemy's common sense for our safety.” Before the nobleman returns from the upper floor, the cleric girl raises her hand and says, “If we depart now, please give me some time to bid farewell to Mother Eleanor— I mean the high priestess of Phlan. I want to thank her and report my current status before leaving here. We will meet at the gate!” Additionally, she is going to ask her mentor about Nilvaor. It's not that she doesn't believe in him, but Teresa thinks it's better to gather more information about their client.
Prior to departing the guildhall, Heidi makes enquiries about a nearby coach service, or perhaps just a stable or livery.
If I’m not already I’d like to join the adventurers guild, prior to leaving Fjörn will inquire. If they hold documents he will archive his will and set up a retirement account. Are there any other benefits?
*Sha-gravis *Fjörn Bhrünt *Leif Aulderoot *Saltstrider *Eron Colborn
As both Teresa and Heidi make their requests and announcements, the silent till now Cyrano suddenly raises his head.
"Yes! Yes! Both excellent ideas! I just now realized how I could ge..uh, WHere I uh could find us a free ride! I guess What I'm trying to say is "Uh knoow ah g'y"
He shrugs his shoulders a bit as he say the phrase. In the mean time you notice the three stones have stopped their clicking.
He tugs on Fjörns leg and motions for him to lean in. When he does Cyrano Whispers "go with me. Help me on the bench. (Hopefully you'll play along for a moment)
Cyrano pulls away and with a steadying hand from the noble, charismatic, and wildly talented Fjörn, climbs up onto one of the near by benches so he can address Nalavor on a more even basis and be seen better by the others.
"We should meet at the gate!" He encourages, "But there's noooo reason why our noble cargo should have to brave the streets. Fjörn and I will go retrieve the conveyance, Heidi can remain here to keep our charge safe while Vad can go buy some of those blankets just in case more comfort is needed. Tesera can do all that stuff she said. We'll, "he gestures back iand forth between himself and Fjörn, "come back here and retrieve thy precious noble ahh..uh, person. Then on to the gates and beyond."
Persuasion: 10
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
Fjörn absolutely nods and gives both bardic inspiration to Cyrano as well as helping to emphasize his good points.
so persuation advantage and a +d6.
*Sha-gravis *Fjörn Bhrünt *Leif Aulderoot *Saltstrider *Eron Colborn
Heidi has her own ideas, should the gnome’s “guy” fail to produce results; at present, she is happy to entertain any plan of action, so long as it gets them on the road.
“Oh…” Teresa covers her mouth with her hand. The little Gnome climbing up a bench looks so adorable! However, the girl is wise enough not to show her feelings that might hurt a grown-up man's pride. “It is a good idea. Before we split, I have something to share with you…” She bends her head and speaks in a whispering voice. “I have received a message from my lady. Master Nilavor isn't telling the whole truth. It's not like he is lying, but he is hiding something from us…”
Heidi: She goes towards the barmaid and ask. "Looking to rent Horses... hmm... near the town gate there is a stable the sells and rents out horses but he usually doesn't give them to outsiders. you can try your luck there.", the barmaid then turned around and left to cater to another table.
Fjorn: He heads towards the front desk and asks the attendant about guild registration. She looks at you up and down and smiles "First you will need to fill out these forms...", she pulls out a large stack paper and hands you a packet consisting of around 25 sheets. "They mainly state the rules and regulations of the guild, like if you are found guilty of murder of an innocent your guild id will be revoked, and other stuff mainly so that you don't implement the guild with any unsavoury business. Also If you want to deposit money with us please make sure to fill out page 15 and page 19 for will, as of when you die on a mission or anything else, who your money should be put in the name of. One more thing we provide healing services, by showing your guild card you can go to this or any affiliate guild to get yourself healed up. Last but not least the full process will cost you 1 GP and 25SP. Thank you for signing up.".
Vadania smiles as he pops the last of the fruit into his mouth; gives a two finger, jaunty salute as he walks out the door. He knew just the kiosks to look at for some nice blankets...
Cyrano is encouraged by everyone's willingness to go along with the plan. He jumps down from His makeshift stage. He approaches Fjörn trying to exploit the opportunity presented by Fjörn separating from those gathered and headsing for the desk. He politely waits until Fjörn is finished collecting his application before signally him to come in close.
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
As a rule, Vadania did not do much shopping. Even when he did, he tended to stick with a couple of familiar items – and those only once or twice a year. To be honest, the elf found it a little stressful – all the people milling about; the sellers yelling about their wares; the smells; the colors. So NOT what Vadan was use to in his woodland wanderings.
Now, he was on a mission. Blankets and cushions. How much would they cost? How many would they need? Would he have enough money to cover the expense and still leave him with any coins in his purse?
Once past his initial apprehensions, Vanadia was almost enjoying himself. So far, all the vendors were welcoming and friendly. Children ran up and down the lane - sometimes circling him as they chased each other. The smell of food and spices was still enticing, but his stomach was full (for now) and did not distract him as he wanderd down the lane. The elf tried to stay on the main lane. He knew many of the side streets and alleys held a maze of small shops, but he could not afford to get turned around in this unfamiliar town.
Slowing, he took in the overwhelming sights of room sized, hand woven rugs, fragile glass goblets and bowls, brightly colored lanterns, banners, clothing, and antiques. Numerous vendors tried to lure him to their kiosk. “Where are you from?” “Are you here to buy a carpet?” “Now it’s my turn!” All shouted with a certain predatory glee.
What started out as being overwhelming and intimidating became more fun for the elf as he learned his way around and got better with bargaining. He made several purchases: two fine cushions from a grinning grandmotherly sort; two overly large blankets - leftovers from the winter season, so thick and warm; sleeping wraps for all (just in case) from a wizen old man who looked older than any person Vadan had met to date.
The sun was rising and the air was getting hotter. After haggling with a vender for a copper camp pot, he offered tea. This seemed to be a normal practice here. Vadan was happy with his purchase and the shopkeeper was happy he made a sale. So, they sat and drank tea together and talked. Vadan tried to gleen information about the local uprising and how, it seemed to him, it had little effect on the vendors. The vendor was more than happy to spread what gossip he knew.
In all too brief a span, Vadania had to give his farewells and continued on to meet the others at the main gate with his bulging pile of goods.
Whenever me and Cyrano see a carriage (not a cart or wagon) perhaps a nice covered wagon?
Fjörn looks for the ugliest meanest dumbest person and immediately begins shouting for everyone’s attention even using a light cantrip on his target and just rips into. ‘Your mama’ jokes and ‘what rock was flipped to set you free’ If impressionistic artwork came to life your it…
performance 20. DC
*Sha-gravis *Fjörn Bhrünt *Leif Aulderoot *Saltstrider *Eron Colborn
Vadania: With your bulk purchases that will cost you 11GP toltally. 2GP each for the winter furs (summer discount), 1GP each for the wrapping blankets and 50SP for each cushion. You head towards Nilavor with your collection and get reimbursed. " 2GP for these furs... Hmm... That's not too bad I must tell my father about the quality and price of these furs. We could setup a general store...yes...", he then absent mindedly hands you money and falls deep into thought.
Fjörn: Slowly a crowd forms around, there is laughing, cheering and the occasional sound of a BP falling. The crowd isn't too big but enough as a distraction, you notice an old man coming out of the stables to see what the commotion is about with a frown on his face.
Target the stablemaster with tasha’s hideous laughter Wis save DC 14
Then in rapid fire succession Fjörn will tell a funny story full of lies about himself…
deception 22 false name false home town false family name etc…
*Sha-gravis *Fjörn Bhrünt *Leif Aulderoot *Saltstrider *Eron Colborn
Cyrano tries to stop Fjörn from leaving the shadows by the stables but the human bard moves on before the gnome can fully explain what the idea was. So instead, Cyrano watches Fjörn from the shadow of the livery with a concerned look. Most people don't just leave a team hitched to a wagon, or anything for that matter, and that has the 2ft tall humaoid worried that he won't be able to hold up his end of the bargain. If luck doean't smile on him so that he finds a team already rigged to a conveyance it will be almost impossible for him to hitch a full sized team.
As soon as the performance starts Cyrano makes his way through the stalls shushing the animals inside where he knows Phalin, the dwarven blacksmith, stores an unsold carriage. As he slips through the darkened interior he hopes for any type of wagon or cart that will serve the purpose.
Stealth: 18
Luck roll for finding a hitched up anything.: 12
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
To further add to the chaos of the moment Fjörn will try to steal from the stable master, if he is indeed laughing hysterically on the ground sleight of hand 7 (18 if I have advantage due to him being effected by a spell) if I am caught I'll try to flee to the gates...
*Sha-gravis *Fjörn Bhrünt *Leif Aulderoot *Saltstrider *Eron Colborn