After Gotu's words Smithy moves onwards, keeping an eye out for any unwanted people, towards the other side of the tavern, picking a corner to lean to the wall drink in hand.
The brute turns to Smit'y, wavin' 'im o'r when he's got te time.
Seeing Fist waving him over, Smithy makes yet another round back towards the bar to see what he wants.
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Without turnin' from his drink, Fist leans in to talk to the 'toy boy:'
"Ya ran off so fast, ya didn't even stop ta hear wha' I had." He takes a swig from his mug, almost too small for his fat hand. "'Don' know if ya caugh' wha' tha' lil rat said, but there's money te be made tonigh'. A couple o' places I been shakin' down in te Red Ligh' District? T' ain't been payin' their guild dues." He turns to the tinkerer, a dirty smile on his face. "Tha' makes 'em fair game. An' I have it on good word tha' said places're fit ta burstin' wit horny sailors n' frisky whores, wit some serious coin passin' 'tween 'em, 'mong o'er 'tings."
He takes another drag, then swivels in his spot to face Smit'y again, the smile now replaced with a shallow determination. At the very least, when guild business came to the forefront, Fist could pretend he had the ability to feign professionalism.
"Now, if'n I take a bunch to the whorehouses, tha' leaves a ligh'ly guarded ship, possibly full o' valuable cargo, ripe fer te pilferin'. Ya don' strike me as te type to go whorin', so if'n I take the changelins n' te wizard, ya wanna take te o'ers 'n case out te ship? I wanna take te cat too, bu' I'll leave it up ta him. Whaddya say?"
Without turnin' from his drink, Fist leans in to talk to the 'toy boy:'
"Ya ran off so fast, ya didn't even stop ta hear wha' I had." He takes a swig from his mug, almost too small for his fat hand. "'Don' know if ya caugh' wha' tha' lil rat said, but there's money te be made tonigh'. A couple o' places I been shakin' down in te Red Ligh' District? T' ain't been payin' their guild dues." He turns to the tinkerer, a dirty smile on his face. "Tha' makes 'em fair game. An' I have it on good word tha' said places're fit ta burstin' wit horny sailors n' frisky whores, wit some serious coin passin' 'tween 'em, 'mong o'er 'tings."
He takes another drag, then swivels in his spot to face Smit'y again, the smile now replaced with a shallow determination. At the very least, when guild business came to the forefront, Fist could pretend he had the ability to feign professionalism.
"Now, if'n I take a bunch to the whorehouses, tha' leaves a ligh'ly guarded ship, possibly full o' valuable cargo, ripe fer te pilferin'. Ya don' strike me as te type to go whorin', so if'n I take the changelins n' te wizard, ya wanna take te o'ers 'n case out te ship? I wanna take te cat too, bu' I'll leave it up ta him. Whaddya say?"
Zeren looks up from his book when he hears Fist talking about possible jobs.
"Finally! Yes, let's get to work."
He hops off his chair, stows his book in his bag, and brushes his hands against his sides to ensure he's still got his weapons on him.
"Collecting will require persuasion or 'persuasion,' the ship calls more for stealth or a bit of violence. Either way we don't come back without loot."
After realizing the show turned out more mediocre than he imagined, Asbestos sat pouting at the bar, balancing his chin on his hand. His tiny halfling legs swung back and forth on the furthest bar stool towards the wall as he traced the wooden swirls of the counter with his finger. Despite this being a bar for everyone, he realized it would at a disadvantage to be so short here. He took out his signature purple cloak from his bag and put it on, then slowly shifted to give himself enough height which just became a human version of the persona he was wearing. He then fastened the daisy (that was originally from behind his ear) to the cloak with a pin to give himself more of the clown look, and then ate the white rose he was given earlier whole. 'To new beginnings!' He thought as he shoved the flower into his mouth and munched away as if it were a carrot.
He swiveled around in his chair to see what any of his guildmembers might be up to. He spied Gotu and Molly by the bar... ('eugh I don't really want to mess around with her at the moment.'). So he pivoted, trying to keep eye contact away from her. He saw Lace emerge from the backdoors of the tavern. He recognized that Xalatte, one of the ladies of the tavern was with her. ('Aw she's fancying herself up for the night'). He smiled. He never understood that bedroom stuff anyways, but he was glad to see her happy. The tabaxi was by the bar. Fist, Smithy, and Zeren were talking it up also by the bar. 'Ennie, minnie, mini, moe!'
He jumped out from his barstool and wondered over to the three. "Zeren, darling!" He purred in a sing-song voice, grabbing hands with him, then letting go in the same instant. He always fancied the necromancer-in-training. Despite not really paying to their conversation, he declared, "Such splendid talks I hear with you three! Whatever is it could you be planning?"
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DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Gotu, sensing a hint of scrutiny, sharpens his awareness, subtly observing those who appear overly interested in his group's activities. He monitors their movements and gestures with a keen eye, ready to respond if their attention becomes too probing or intrusive. This cautious vigilance ensures his group's safety and privacy without drawing undue attention to their own actions.
"I figur'd you'd like te ship, lad. More chances fer yer corpse fun than a brothel, aye?" [OoC: The lummox is clearly saying something stupid. "Correct him now, aggressively, and he'll back off.]
As the evening wore on at The Falling Goat, Molly found herself nursing the bottle of wine that Gotu had skillfully opened for her. Despite the buzz of schemes and whispers floating through the air, she seemed cocooned in her own world, ostensibly disengaged from the plots hatching around her. With Drusilla cradled gently in her arms, Molly hummed a sailor's song, her half drunken voice weaving between the notes of madness and melancholy.
"Schlaf, little Dru, in the dark Schatten der night," she whisper to her doll as she sang her sailor's song,. The Rhinemaiden's eyes, alight with a sinister gleam, occasionally flickered towards her companions notably Fist who seemed to fascinate her, yet her expression remained one of eerie calm. The melody swirled around her, mingling with the clinking of glasses and the low murmur of conversations, creating a dissonant symphony that seemed to resonate with her twisted soul.
As the song tapered off, Molly's attention snapped back to the present, though her mind appeared to wander the shadowed corners of darker thoughts. Abruptly, she stood, her movements fluid and unsettlingly graceful. Without a word, she approached Fist, who was engrossed in his own rugged plans. With the deliberate poise of a specter, she slid onto his lap, her presence an unspoken declaration of readiness to join whatever dark venture lay ahead. Her sudden proximity was a silent claim, asserting her inclusion in the night’s shadowy endeavors without a single spoken word.
Her action, bold and unexplained, hung in the air like a specter at the feast, her intentions as enigmatic as the cryptic verses she often whispered. In the dim light of the tavern, surrounded by the ghosts of conversations and the echo of distant laughter the Rhinemaiden's demeanor served as a reminder to all just how unpredictable she could be in her madness.
After about an hour of "entertainment", Lace & Xalette emerge from their hiding place looking stress-free, with wide smiles. They look at each other & point out makeup they retouch on the other, then rejoin the crowd.
He looks down on the wee biter, a mix of confusion and minute arousal. He's used to the hunt. A rabbit plopping onto a wolf's leg, even a fanged rabbit, is providence. And yet...
"Sorry lass, no free rides 'til tonigh's work's done, an' Ol' Lace'd kill me clean if'n I let ya anywhere near the workin' girls. 'Specially after wha' ya did to Gotu's little drow gal las' time. Strong to soft in moments, poor lad."
Not tha' he blamed 'im. The brute's enjoyed warm embr'ces amongst bloodshed hisself, but 'tis nae a taste ev'ryone can stomach. "Migh' ye be willin' to settle on bloodlust as a subst'tute?"
There is a fat little gnome with several necklaces, bracelets, and jeweled rings on each hand, at the bar talking to a beautiful half elven woman.
Near the back is a table with a dwindling card game, only 3 players remain.
In the far left corner of the room are several people gathered together and crouching down with their backs to you.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Although it has a feminine lilt you do recognize Fyn's voice. Asbestos is now a halfling (I think?) and has joined the Fist, Molly, and the others... who do appear to have their heads together, plotting and planning something heavy.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Lace quietly sneaks up behind them. (Stealth 27) And simply waits, listening, until they notice her standing there. (Would that listening be a perception roll, or investigation?)
("they", meaning Fist, Molly, Asbestos and the others)
Hearing Fist's plan Smithy agrees to having a look at the ship. He tells the others how much time they got left till sunrise (keen mind is nice like that:P).
"Do we want to meet back here or at the guild at some time? And, btw, did anyone check out what is going on at the end of the tavern with all these people crouching down, huddled up?"
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war |Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
No need for a perception check to hear. They are not whispering and with that stealth roll you can get close enough to hear them (unless someone has a passive perception of 28?).
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
No need for a perception check to hear. They are not whispering and with that stealth roll you can get close enough to hear them (unless someone has a passive perception of 28?).
OOC: lol, Molly is so low on the spectrum of perception and investigation that if they are circular in nature she comes out the other end! ;)
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The brute turns to Smit'y, wavin' 'im o'r when he's got te time.
Seeing Fist waving him over, Smithy makes yet another round back towards the bar to see what he wants.
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
Without turnin' from his drink, Fist leans in to talk to the 'toy boy:'
"Ya ran off so fast, ya didn't even stop ta hear wha' I had." He takes a swig from his mug, almost too small for his fat hand. "'Don' know if ya caugh' wha' tha' lil rat said, but there's money te be made tonigh'. A couple o' places I been shakin' down in te Red Ligh' District? T' ain't been payin' their guild dues." He turns to the tinkerer, a dirty smile on his face. "Tha' makes 'em fair game. An' I have it on good word tha' said places're fit ta burstin' wit horny sailors n' frisky whores, wit some serious coin passin' 'tween 'em, 'mong o'er 'tings."
He takes another drag, then swivels in his spot to face Smit'y again, the smile now replaced with a shallow determination. At the very least, when guild business came to the forefront, Fist could pretend he had the ability to feign professionalism.
"Now, if'n I take a bunch to the whorehouses, tha' leaves a ligh'ly guarded ship, possibly full o' valuable cargo, ripe fer te pilferin'. Ya don' strike me as te type to go whorin', so if'n I take the changelins n' te wizard, ya wanna take te o'ers 'n case out te ship? I wanna take te cat too, bu' I'll leave it up ta him. Whaddya say?"
Zeren looks up from his book when he hears Fist talking about possible jobs.
"Finally! Yes, let's get to work."
He hops off his chair, stows his book in his bag, and brushes his hands against his sides to ensure he's still got his weapons on him.
"Collecting will require persuasion or 'persuasion,' the ship calls more for stealth or a bit of violence. Either way we don't come back without loot."
"I figur'd you'd like te ship, lad. More chances fer yer corpse fun than a brothel, aye?"
[OoC: The lummox is clearly saying something stupid. "Correct him now, aggressively, and he'll back off.]
After realizing the show turned out more mediocre than he imagined, Asbestos sat pouting at the bar, balancing his chin on his hand. His tiny halfling legs swung back and forth on the furthest bar stool towards the wall as he traced the wooden swirls of the counter with his finger. Despite this being a bar for everyone, he realized it would at a disadvantage to be so short here. He took out his signature purple cloak from his bag and put it on, then slowly shifted to give himself enough height which just became a human version of the persona he was wearing. He then fastened the daisy (that was originally from behind his ear) to the cloak with a pin to give himself more of the clown look, and then ate the white rose he was given earlier whole. 'To new beginnings!' He thought as he shoved the flower into his mouth and munched away as if it were a carrot.
He swiveled around in his chair to see what any of his guildmembers might be up to. He spied Gotu and Molly by the bar... ('eugh I don't really want to mess around with her at the moment.'). So he pivoted, trying to keep eye contact away from her. He saw Lace emerge from the backdoors of the tavern. He recognized that Xalatte, one of the ladies of the tavern was with her. ('Aw she's fancying herself up for the night'). He smiled. He never understood that bedroom stuff anyways, but he was glad to see her happy. The tabaxi was by the bar. Fist, Smithy, and Zeren were talking it up also by the bar. 'Ennie, minnie, mini, moe!'
He jumped out from his barstool and wondered over to the three. "Zeren, darling!" He purred in a sing-song voice, grabbing hands with him, then letting go in the same instant. He always fancied the necromancer-in-training. Despite not really paying to their conversation, he declared, "Such splendid talks I hear with you three! Whatever is it could you be planning?"
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
Gotu, sensing a hint of scrutiny, sharpens his awareness, subtly observing those who appear overly interested in his group's activities. He monitors their movements and gestures with a keen eye, ready to respond if their attention becomes too probing or intrusive. This cautious vigilance ensures his group's safety and privacy without drawing undue attention to their own actions.
Perception Check: 10
As the evening wore on at The Falling Goat, Molly found herself nursing the bottle of wine that Gotu had skillfully opened for her. Despite the buzz of schemes and whispers floating through the air, she seemed cocooned in her own world, ostensibly disengaged from the plots hatching around her. With Drusilla cradled gently in her arms, Molly hummed a sailor's song, her half drunken voice weaving between the notes of madness and melancholy.
"Schlaf, little Dru, in the dark Schatten der night," she whisper to her doll as she sang her sailor's song,. The Rhinemaiden's eyes, alight with a sinister gleam, occasionally flickered towards her companions notably Fist who seemed to fascinate her, yet her expression remained one of eerie calm. The melody swirled around her, mingling with the clinking of glasses and the low murmur of conversations, creating a dissonant symphony that seemed to resonate with her twisted soul.
As the song tapered off, Molly's attention snapped back to the present, though her mind appeared to wander the shadowed corners of darker thoughts. Abruptly, she stood, her movements fluid and unsettlingly graceful. Without a word, she approached Fist, who was engrossed in his own rugged plans. With the deliberate poise of a specter, she slid onto his lap, her presence an unspoken declaration of readiness to join whatever dark venture lay ahead. Her sudden proximity was a silent claim, asserting her inclusion in the night’s shadowy endeavors without a single spoken word.
Her action, bold and unexplained, hung in the air like a specter at the feast, her intentions as enigmatic as the cryptic verses she often whispered. In the dim light of the tavern, surrounded by the ghosts of conversations and the echo of distant laughter the Rhinemaiden's demeanor served as a reminder to all just how unpredictable she could be in her madness.
After about an hour of "entertainment", Lace & Xalette emerge from their hiding place looking stress-free, with wide smiles. They look at each other & point out makeup they retouch on the other, then rejoin the crowd.
Lace looks & listens to see what's going on.
Perception 12
He looks down on the wee biter, a mix of confusion and minute arousal. He's used to the hunt. A rabbit plopping onto a wolf's leg, even a fanged rabbit, is providence. And yet...
"Sorry lass, no free rides 'til tonigh's work's done, an' Ol' Lace'd kill me clean if'n I let ya anywhere near the workin' girls. 'Specially after wha' ya did to Gotu's little drow gal las' time. Strong to soft in moments, poor lad."
Not tha' he blamed 'im. The brute's enjoyed warm embr'ces amongst bloodshed hisself, but 'tis nae a taste ev'ryone can stomach. "Migh' ye be willin' to settle on bloodlust as a subst'tute?"
"Speakin' o' substitutes, anyb'dy seen Fyn? I need 'im"
He quickly adds, "...fer te job! I need 'im an' you, 'Sbesto, fer te whoreho'ses."
@Lace
There is a fat little gnome with several necklaces, bracelets, and jeweled rings on each hand, at the bar talking to a beautiful half elven woman.
Near the back is a table with a dwindling card game, only 3 players remain.
In the far left corner of the room are several people gathered together and crouching down with their backs to you.
Lace tries a hearing perception to see if she recognizes the "she" voice of Fyn or Asbestos before she checks the games.
20
So she might recognize voices.
And, wait.
Lace does a doubletake.
Is that Molly sitting on Mr. Fist's lap??
Did she just hear Mr. Fist just call for Fyn & Asbestos for help with brothels?
Is a game afoot here?
Although it has a feminine lilt you do recognize Fyn's voice. Asbestos is now a halfling (I think?) and has joined the Fist, Molly, and the others... who do appear to have their heads together, plotting and planning something heavy.
Lace quietly sneaks up behind them. (Stealth 27) And simply waits, listening, until they notice her standing there. (Would that listening be a perception roll, or investigation?)
("they", meaning Fist, Molly, Asbestos and the others)
"Ach! We'll need te Wizard, s'well." No' true, but it'll be good fer him ta git away from the mad lass once 'n a blue moon.
He looks down at the "innocent" face peering back up at him.
"M'dear, could ya kindly pull (read: drag) Gotu o'r 'ere? An' where in Bally blue blazes is Fyn!?"
Hearing Fist's plan Smithy agrees to having a look at the ship. He tells the others how much time they got left till sunrise (keen mind is nice like that:P).
"Do we want to meet back here or at the guild at some time? And, btw, did anyone check out what is going on at the end of the tavern with all these people crouching down, huddled up?"
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
"I thought I heard Fyn's female voice over there (points), if that helps. I'll get Gotu and you can tell us ALL about it." She goes off.
@Lace
No need for a perception check to hear. They are not whispering and with that stealth roll you can get close enough to hear them (unless someone has a passive perception of 28?).
OOC: lol, Molly is so low on the spectrum of perception and investigation that if they are circular in nature she comes out the other end! ;)