Steelclaw just nods as the pairings are mentioned “Sounds good. I’ll see what we can get.” He says heading out the door “If we aren’t back in two hours, send help out for us. Gonna start with the markets, Nate’s Place, Olovanders, the Dragon’s Den, and then the usual bars.” With that he will just begin to make his way to Nate’s Place to talk with Nate and see what he has heard about this green slime place.
"The coconuts!" he bellows. If it came across as rude to him or not, you can be reassured it was not. It was of complete genuineness despite Asbestos giving the same kind of smirk back at ya. He in all honesty had no idea the joke you just said. If you inspect closely you could see him attempting to try to connect all mental dots together only to no avail.
He suggests to go with the Dragon's Den, guessing that Lace has dealt with them before. He feels much more reassured to go to someplace called like that with a mystery solving detective than by himself.
((History check on Dragon's Den: nat 20!!!))
He checks his own knowledge of the place to think of a disguise.
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DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now; Twimee'zah Roleplay
Player: Night Ravens; Dragonlance; 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist; LARP in Sharn; Last Chapters
Etienne follows along taking steelclaws lead. He has no trouble keeping up with him. He will look for anything out of the ordinary or if they are being tailed.
"grandpa" Salkur, deep gnome artificer/sorcerer: Spiderwrangler's Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Artificer/cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volcano Genasi Artificer: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war |Smithy, Human Artificer: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Blue Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): The adventure at Hope's End
Fist thinks fer a moment. 'Might be time fer him to talk to an ol' friend of his, from back when he was knockin' heads fer "honest" silver. He waits fer Smitty to finish his cleanin', then he'll pop along fer now.
Steelclaw and Etienne arrive across the street from Nate's Place. (ooc: please feel free to describe what sort of establishment Nate's Place is and what it looks like from the outside... just a few general details, I'll handle the specifics.)
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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 and Asbestos head off to the Dragon's Den. (ooc: same deal, flesh out the appearance and purpose of the Dragon's Den and I'll take it from there with the details.)
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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.”
Is Fist waiting for Smithy so that no one gets caught alone?
Not trying to stick you two together or split you up, just seeking clarification.
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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.”
Steelclaw moved through the winding streets of the city, his cloak pulled tight against the evening chill. His eyes darted across the rooftops and alleys, always vigilant, always aware of the shadows. He knew the way by heart, and soon, he reached his destination: Nate's Place.
From the outside, it looked like nothing more than an old, tired general store. The sign creaked softly in the wind, "Nate’s Place" written in faded letters that barely caught the eye. Through the dusty windows, a few basic supplies were haphazardly displayed—dried rations, rope, and worn tools. The front door, made of sturdy wood, bore the scars of years of weather and use, its handle polished by countless hands. To most, it seemed like just another stop for travelers looking for supplies, but Steelclaw knew better.
He slipped into the alley that ran along the side of the building, his eyes flicking toward the dimly lit back entrance. This was the real way in, known only to those with underground ties. He approached the door, giving the distinct pattern of knocks that only Nate’s more private customers knew - his mind flashing for a moment to when Biscotti first introduced him to Nate.
Etienne follows Steelclaw, also scanning all areas and people for watchers, traps, and followers. Despite their differences, the two seem to work well together, a tandem of silent thieves, and if needed, deadly assassins in the night. etienne has also found that the less he says, they better they seem to get along.
Lace and Asbestos head off to the Dragon's Den. (ooc: same deal, flesh out the appearance and purpose of the Dragon's Den and I'll take it from there with the details.)
((*cracks kunckles* okay time to make stuff up!))
Asbestos hugs Lace before they go off into the Dragon's Den. It is not a long ways out from headquarters, but it sure is a walk. They arrive in the hazy afternoon sun along the boardwalk to a place by the shore. The bricks of the building are near gray and chipped, almost resembling the mouth of a cave. It is sure hard to remember that it was once a small bakery. Now the scents of breads and pastries in the air is reserved for the current drafts of shisha only. Flavored tobacco mixes in with the airborne sea spray, sending over mists waves of smells that can be only described as hookah-flavored taffy.
The changeling knows the best disguise for this type of situation. And that was none. Or well, not none, but of another changeling: Fyn. If that ghost had to be anywhere then it had to be here. What else would it be doing with that dragonborn disguise anyways? Yet this place was actually known for that kind of scaly clientele. Instead it was for others who were looking to have a good time. To chat and intellectually discuss when your mind was elsewhere, transcendent of all problems here on earth.
Well, that would be the irony of this situation if had not but one more. The owner was none other than a satarre, a slithery lizard-like humanoid with a penchant for eating corpses. Why would Asbestos know this, perhaps? That is another story for another time. The satarre in question was named Mark. Not for his amazing marksmanship (though he was a fine dagger-thrower) however, but for his birthmark. He had one claw (the index finger) that was more like a human's. It was pale unlike the rest of his red and blue scales, almost soft and rubbery in texture. No pointyness to be found at the end of the nail. It made him the odd one out by the rest of his nest, so he settled here, far away to create his own type of lounge. It was one that he had picked up from his own travels to a dragonborn alcove. He was just a lone satarre with a dream and a need to feed.
Asbestos stumbles upon this spot a couple minutes later behind Lace, momentarily forgetting himself and where he was at before settling next her at the front entrance. It was a long brick staircase that lead up to an upper floor, one that had no visible windows and just one working chimney. The rest of the building had been reserved for a tight sweat shop other than this entrance of the once-bakery. The boarded up windows suggested no one was using it but the shuffles inside suggest otherwise. Asbestos stands on the first step and sways. "Do you think anyone will be here?" he asks Lace in a perfect replica of Fyn's voice.
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<---- 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; Twimee'zah Roleplay
Player: Night Ravens; Dragonlance; 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist; LARP in Sharn; Last Chapters
Is Fist waiting for Smithy so that no one gets caught alone?
Not trying to stick you two together or split you up, just seeking clarification.
[OoC: Yes, but there's also the fact Fist needs a little backup for his own ideas. In a meta sense, brain and brawn should go well together, right...?]
After Smithy is doen tidying up Biscotti's office (I assume nothing new was to be found with the number of times we have been there?^^) he joins Fist
"So what do you want to do, my plan was to visit a library or two, but I suppose you got other plans?"
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"grandpa" Salkur, deep gnome artificer/sorcerer: Spiderwrangler's Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Artificer/cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volcano Genasi Artificer: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war |Smithy, Human Artificer: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Blue Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): The adventure at Hope's End
After giving the secret knock there is a brief pause before you hear the click of the door unlocking and it opens to reveal Luck, he been the doorman here for a while and he greets you, "Long time no see Steelclaw." as he ushers you inside. This time however he is not alone. A blue tiefling sticks his head out after you both enter and looks down the alley the way you came, even glancing up to the rooftops to make sure you weren't followed. "Can't be too careful."
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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.”
After knocking the noise stops and the pause that follows seems to stretch out, just when you think no one will answer you hear someone come and then the door opens to reveal a short, hefty human woman that you can almost mistake for a dwarf. "Yeah, what do you want?"
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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.”
You tidy up Biscotti's desk and now have a pretty good familiarity with everything he left behind there. There are no more scrolls or anything of great importance.
(ooc: let me know if you guys want to hit up the libraries first and then whatever Fist is planning... or Fist's thing first and libraries after?)
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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.”
"Alright, let's go. You're in charge of the coconuts." She smirks at her joke.
Steelclaw just nods as the pairings are mentioned “Sounds good. I’ll see what we can get.” He says heading out the door “If we aren’t back in two hours, send help out for us. Gonna start with the markets, Nate’s Place, Olovanders, the Dragon’s Den, and then the usual bars.” With that he will just begin to make his way to Nate’s Place to talk with Nate and see what he has heard about this green slime place.
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
"The coconuts!" he bellows. If it came across as rude to him or not, you can be reassured it was not. It was of complete genuineness despite Asbestos giving the same kind of smirk back at ya. He in all honesty had no idea the joke you just said. If you inspect closely you could see him attempting to try to connect all mental dots together only to no avail.
He suggests to go with the Dragon's Den, guessing that Lace has dealt with them before. He feels much more reassured to go to someplace called like that with a mystery solving detective than by himself.
((History check on Dragon's Den: nat 20!!!))
He checks his own knowledge of the place to think of a disguise.
<---- 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; Twimee'zah Roleplay
Player: Night Ravens; Dragonlance; 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist; LARP in Sharn; Last Chapters
Etienne follows along taking steelclaws lead. He has no trouble keeping up with him. He will look for anything out of the ordinary or if they are being tailed.
Smithy will start tidying up Biscotti's office.
"grandpa" Salkur, deep gnome artificer/sorcerer: Spiderwrangler's Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Artificer/cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volcano Genasi Artificer: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Artificer: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Blue Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): The adventure at Hope's End
Fist thinks fer a moment. 'Might be time fer him to talk to an ol' friend of his, from back when he was knockin' heads fer "honest" silver. He waits fer Smitty to finish his cleanin', then he'll pop along fer now.
Steelclaw and Etienne arrive across the street from Nate's Place. (ooc: please feel free to describe what sort of establishment Nate's Place is and what it looks like from the outside... just a few general details, I'll handle the specifics.)
Lace and Asbestos head off to the Dragon's Den. (ooc: same deal, flesh out the appearance and purpose of the Dragon's Den and I'll take it from there with the details.)
Is Fist waiting for Smithy so that no one gets caught alone?
Not trying to stick you two together or split you up, just seeking clarification.
Steelclaw moved through the winding streets of the city, his cloak pulled tight against the evening chill. His eyes darted across the rooftops and alleys, always vigilant, always aware of the shadows. He knew the way by heart, and soon, he reached his destination: Nate's Place.
From the outside, it looked like nothing more than an old, tired general store. The sign creaked softly in the wind, "Nate’s Place" written in faded letters that barely caught the eye. Through the dusty windows, a few basic supplies were haphazardly displayed—dried rations, rope, and worn tools. The front door, made of sturdy wood, bore the scars of years of weather and use, its handle polished by countless hands. To most, it seemed like just another stop for travelers looking for supplies, but Steelclaw knew better.
He slipped into the alley that ran along the side of the building, his eyes flicking toward the dimly lit back entrance. This was the real way in, known only to those with underground ties. He approached the door, giving the distinct pattern of knocks that only Nate’s more private customers knew - his mind flashing for a moment to when Biscotti first introduced him to Nate.
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Etienne follows Steelclaw, also scanning all areas and people for watchers, traps, and followers. Despite their differences, the two seem to work well together, a tandem of silent thieves, and if needed, deadly assassins in the night. etienne has also found that the less he says, they better they seem to get along.
((*cracks kunckles* okay time to make stuff up!))
Asbestos hugs Lace before they go off into the Dragon's Den. It is not a long ways out from headquarters, but it sure is a walk. They arrive in the hazy afternoon sun along the boardwalk to a place by the shore. The bricks of the building are near gray and chipped, almost resembling the mouth of a cave. It is sure hard to remember that it was once a small bakery. Now the scents of breads and pastries in the air is reserved for the current drafts of shisha only. Flavored tobacco mixes in with the airborne sea spray, sending over mists waves of smells that can be only described as hookah-flavored taffy.
The changeling knows the best disguise for this type of situation. And that was none. Or well, not none, but of another changeling: Fyn. If that ghost had to be anywhere then it had to be here. What else would it be doing with that dragonborn disguise anyways? Yet this place was actually known for that kind of scaly clientele. Instead it was for others who were looking to have a good time. To chat and intellectually discuss when your mind was elsewhere, transcendent of all problems here on earth.
Well, that would be the irony of this situation if had not but one more. The owner was none other than a satarre, a slithery lizard-like humanoid with a penchant for eating corpses. Why would Asbestos know this, perhaps? That is another story for another time. The satarre in question was named Mark. Not for his amazing marksmanship (though he was a fine dagger-thrower) however, but for his birthmark. He had one claw (the index finger) that was more like a human's. It was pale unlike the rest of his red and blue scales, almost soft and rubbery in texture. No pointyness to be found at the end of the nail. It made him the odd one out by the rest of his nest, so he settled here, far away to create his own type of lounge. It was one that he had picked up from his own travels to a dragonborn alcove. He was just a lone satarre with a dream and a need to feed.
Asbestos stumbles upon this spot a couple minutes later behind Lace, momentarily forgetting himself and where he was at before settling next her at the front entrance. It was a long brick staircase that lead up to an upper floor, one that had no visible windows and just one working chimney. The rest of the building had been reserved for a tight sweat shop other than this entrance of the once-bakery. The boarded up windows suggested no one was using it but the shuffles inside suggest otherwise. Asbestos stands on the first step and sways. "Do you think anyone will be here?" he asks Lace in a perfect replica of Fyn's voice.
<---- 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; Twimee'zah Roleplay
Player: Night Ravens; Dragonlance; 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist; LARP in Sharn; Last Chapters
Lace returns a sisterly hug to Asbestos and walks to the Dragons Den, keeping an eye out for Daggers.
"Keep an eye out" she says, setting up advantage.
Perception 14
When they get there,, she says "One way to find out" and knocks.
[OoC: Yes, but there's also the fact Fist needs a little backup for his own ideas. In a meta sense, brain and brawn should go well together, right...?]
After Smithy is doen tidying up Biscotti's office (I assume nothing new was to be found with the number of times we have been there?^^) he joins Fist
"So what do you want to do, my plan was to visit a library or two, but I suppose you got other plans?"
"grandpa" Salkur, deep gnome artificer/sorcerer: Spiderwrangler's Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Artificer/cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volcano Genasi Artificer: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Artificer: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Blue Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): The adventure at Hope's End
@Steelclaw and Etienne
After giving the secret knock there is a brief pause before you hear the click of the door unlocking and it opens to reveal Luck, he been the doorman here for a while and he greets you, "Long time no see Steelclaw." as he ushers you inside. This time however he is not alone. A blue tiefling sticks his head out after you both enter and looks down the alley the way you came, even glancing up to the rooftops to make sure you weren't followed. "Can't be too careful."
@Asbestos (Fyn?) and Lace
After knocking the noise stops and the pause that follows seems to stretch out, just when you think no one will answer you hear someone come and then the door opens to reveal a short, hefty human woman that you can almost mistake for a dwarf. "Yeah, what do you want?"
@Fist and Smithy
You tidy up Biscotti's desk and now have a pretty good familiarity with everything he left behind there. There are no more scrolls or anything of great importance.
(ooc: let me know if you guys want to hit up the libraries first and then whatever Fist is planning... or Fist's thing first and libraries after?)
Etienne continues to be quiet, simply observing and looking for signs of trouble, while following Steelclaws lead.
Lace answers "We're looking for the Green Slime guy, Luv. 'Ave you seen 'im?"