Edgar smiles, "sure ill go talk with him, come on bud, my dwarvish is passable at best" edgar says to gimmur.
Edgar will excuse himself from the table patting Phillandros on the shoulder as he passes.
And then edgar will walk up to the dwarfs table, knock on the wood, and say in broken dwarvish. "Hello friend, face long why, help perhaps i bathtub sword?" and edgar will not know he said anything wrong. Smiling like an idiot.
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"Maybe, I'm not sure - I'm going to the bar and I'll keep a watch on the man and the hooded one while I'm there, keep your eyes open, I think we may earn our money today."
Vayn positions himself at the bar where he is standing at the bar but close to the hooded man and his hooded companion.
If necessary for listening in to any conversations, Perception 20
Edgar smiles, "sure ill go talk with him, come on bud, my dwarvish is passable at best" edgar says to gimmur.
Edgar will excuse himself from the table patting Phillandros on the shoulder as he passes.
And then edgar will walk up to the dwarfs table, knock on the wood, and say in broken dwarvish. "Hello friend, face long why, help perhaps i bathtub sword?" and edgar will not know he said anything wrong. Smiling like an idiot.
"Pardon my friend - he's imbibed a bit too much of the nectar of Moradin," Gimmur grins, laying a big hand on Edgar's shoulder. "Long days and pleasant nights to you, traveler," he continues, sitting down at the table with the dwarf.
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Phillandros tries to do what he does best.....be a distraction.......and just sits at the table and keeping an eye on his companions, just in case someone needs their arms ripped off....
"But - I-..." Night trails off with a defeat sigh, and just kind of plants the side of his face against table. The complaints from Phillandros only prompts at first a deeper sigh. "They are just looking into a few things, Sir Phillandros. If you wish, you can still come with me to at least properly introduce ourselves to the matron? Consider it... practice, I guess. And who knows, maybe throw you a free drink." Night says, sounding less and less of his usual uptight self, not to mention unconvinced at his own suggestion.
While awaiting an answer, Night will risk another glance at the hooded figure. But unlike the one before, this one carried -- if for a brief moment -- an intensity boarding on the predatory. One deeper still than the one thrown in at the gunsmith's direction earlier that day.
(OOC: He's using his Hunter Sense feature to find out what manner of creature the hooded figure is, along with the other bonus tidbits under the feature if its not hidden by divination magics.)
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Hildigrim turns a page of his book and sighs a contented sigh. The house is so quiet today — perfect for reading. The halfling lifts his head with a scowl and glances about his room as if he's looking for the fellows who would normally be making noise. "Where —" He suddenly looks alarmed and gasps. "Oh, no!" He slams the book shut without marking the page. His body freezes as he realizes, his eyes on the book's cover, his hands hovering a few inches above. Shaking his head, he leaps down from his desk chair and tears out of the room in search of a clock.
OOC: I know I said Hildi was going to just read the whole time you all were gone (forgetting about going into town), but goodness you're taking forever. It's been almost a month since I've been able to post.
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Edgar smiles, "sure ill go talk with him, come on bud, my dwarvish is passable at best" edgar says to gimmur.
Edgar will excuse himself from the table patting Phillandros on the shoulder as he passes.
And then edgar will walk up to the dwarfs table, knock on the wood, and say in broken dwarvish. "Hello friend, face long why, help perhaps i bathtub sword?" and edgar will not know he said anything wrong. Smiling like an idiot.
"What's going on? we just got here and now everyone is wandering off? Is something wrong?"
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"Maybe, I'm not sure - I'm going to the bar and I'll keep a watch on the man and the hooded one while I'm there, keep your eyes open, I think we may earn our money today."
Vayn positions himself at the bar where he is standing at the bar but close to the hooded man and his hooded companion.
If necessary for listening in to any conversations, Perception 20
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"Pardon my friend - he's imbibed a bit too much of the nectar of Moradin," Gimmur grins, laying a big hand on Edgar's shoulder. "Long days and pleasant nights to you, traveler," he continues, sitting down at the table with the dwarf.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Phillandros tries to do what he does best.....be a distraction.......and just sits at the table and keeping an eye on his companions, just in case someone needs their arms ripped off....
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
"They are just looking into a few things, Sir Phillandros. If you wish, you can still come with me to at least properly introduce ourselves to the matron? Consider it... practice, I guess. And who knows, maybe throw you a free drink." Night says, sounding less and less of his usual uptight self, not to mention unconvinced at his own suggestion.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Hildigrim turns a page of his book and sighs a contented sigh. The house is so quiet today — perfect for reading. The halfling lifts his head with a scowl and glances about his room as if he's looking for the fellows who would normally be making noise. "Where —" He suddenly looks alarmed and gasps. "Oh, no!" He slams the book shut without marking the page. His body freezes as he realizes, his eyes on the book's cover, his hands hovering a few inches above. Shaking his head, he leaps down from his desk chair and tears out of the room in search of a clock.
OOC: I know I said Hildi was going to just read the whole time you all were gone (forgetting about going into town), but goodness you're taking forever. It's been almost a month since I've been able to post.