Between all of your collective efforts (and decent rolls and the fact that most these patrons are partially drunk and ignoring most things anyway), the party manages to successfully distract, bemuse, entertain, and potentially annoy the few individuals enough for the gith of the group to swipe 3 coin purses. Upon inspection, you note that you've collected about 5 gold coins, 6 silver, and 23 copper.
One of the barmaids looks curiously at this githyanki seeming to be doing her job, and approaches...
"Might I ask what yer doin?" *she chimes with a curt (scottish) brogue.*
"I haven't eaten for a while," she looks down at herself, "You can probably tell. I need work and best way to show I know how to do the job is, well, to do it. And if I do it faster than you, so be it."
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Dugar Rilsky,Reborn Undying Warlock / Aberrant Mind Sorcerer (retired)
A disheveled goliath enters the tavern, shabbily dressed in near rags with nothing but a hammer, shield and a leather pouch. She wears a necklace with two crudely carved runes around her neck, and approaches the bar. Those of you recently escaped from drow slavery might recognize her, though not by name as she was in a different part of the camp. She sits at the bar and orders some food, carefully counting out coins to pay the barkeep.
[[Removed 3sp for a modest meal.]]
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Qela notes the new arrival and indicates with a nod of her head towards the barmaid, You want to serve this mountain here while I finish cleaning up? It's a mite busy tonight, or do you really not need the extra help. Even just tonight - I just want some food and a real bed... And a bath. She thinks a moment. Could I start with a bath? Might get more tips if I'm cleaned up and pretty like you?
Persuasion check if you want it: 13
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Dugar Rilsky,Reborn Undying Warlock / Aberrant Mind Sorcerer (retired)
Qorotl just sits near the others. He says nothing because he has nothing to say. Listening to the story only confuses him -- not because it's a bad story, per say. Merely that he has no clue why the gnome thought it would cheer him up. Well, he thinks to himself, why did you come over here, if not to lose yourself in something other than concern or misery.
The voice of his Mother rings loud in his head, like a giant shouting at an ant: BECAUSE YOU WERE ORDERED TO. THAT'S WHAT MEN ARE MADE TO DO. FOLLOW YOUR ORDERS, LIVE TO SERVE.
"Y-yes, of course, Mother. I live to obey... always..."he mutters resigningly to no one in particular. He's reminded of his place, and ceases complaining, both in reality and in his mind. Such is as it's supposed to be...
As Foley closes his story out, he sees the new arrival. A Goliath, and a vaguely familiar one at that! This world is getting weirder and weirder. Almost as weird as his tall tale. Excited, he runs over and plops right down next to the Goliath. "Hey! I've seen you before! But from where... Oh! oh. Well never mind that. If you look around in this bar, you'll see some others you might recognize. That one is Tursyn. And that Goblin over there, that's Waeslen. Glad you got out. But anyways! I'm Foley, and I've never been acquainted with a Goliath before, so it seems I've been rambling... what's your name?"
Qela notes the new arrival and indicates with a nod of her head towards the barmaid, You want to serve this mountain here while I finish cleaning up? It's a mite busy tonight, or do you really not need the extra help. Even just tonight - I just want some food and a real bed... And a bath. She thinks a moment. Could I start with a bath? Might get more tips if I'm cleaned up and pretty like you?
Persuasion check if you want it: 6
The barmaid lets out a sigh and takes the plates from your hands. "If you want a job, ya have ta apply!" she snaps (honestly not too unfriendly) and nods toward the barkeep. She then continues on with her duties while the other, dwarven barmaid, takes note but continues working.
A disheveled goliath enters the tavern, shabbily dressed in near rags with nothing but a hammer, shield and a leather pouch. She wears a necklace with two crudely carved runes around her neck, and approaches the bar. Those of you recently escaped from drow slavery might recognize her, though not by name as she was in a different part of the camp. She sits at the bar and orders some food, carefully counting out coins to pay the barkeep.
[[Removed 3sp for a modest meal.]]
You're given something like stew... and the barkeep takes the coin without word, but nods in recognition.
"Y-yes, of course, Mother. I live to obey... always..."he mutters resigningly to no one in particular. He's reminded of his place, and ceases complaining, both in reality and in his mind. Such is as it's supposed to be...
"I don't know you!" She shrieks, having picked up Qorotl's mumbled words. "Don't call me your mother!" Another swift kick to the shins marks the end of the conversation, as the old woman scuttles away towards to growing gathering of peculiar people.
"Ooh hoo hoo! You're a tall one!" She coos, circling around Adewild. "Yes, yes, and grey is a much better choice than green, or red, or yellow. Much smarter, very well done." She jabbers away, giving a pointed look to Waeslen, Foley, and Qela respectively - as if to express her disappointment at their particular complexions. Almost as quickly as she came, she darts away once more. Preferring to be around the outside of the gathering.
"My home in the mountains is cool clear and refreshing. I have a home and a clan and a place to fit in. It's quite lovely."
"That does sound quite lovely. I'd like that..." Foley's thoughts leave the bar and imagine the world Adewild describes. It sounds beautiful, but what Foley fantasizes most about is the last part: a place to fit in. Then he remembers where he would have been when Adewild might have been at home.
The unwanted memories flood in: A young Tiefling teen, kicked to the curb by a shopkeeper. "What should a devil want a lute for? An evil ritual, most likely. Anyway, I know you hellions like to steal, that's for sure. Get out of my shop, get out of our town." and a thousand memories like that. Nowhere to go home, no one who cared. Until for a brief moment, he met the wizard, and he had found home. Then home was gone again, and he never found it since.
With no rude intent, Foley tries to remove himself from the conversation, even if he just was the one to strike it up. All the old memories+the adrenaline from the escape from the Drow slaver camp settling down have suddenly made Foley very worn out, and vulnerable, neither of which he as ever found were good traits in a performer.
"Pardon me, but I've had a long day, as I know you have as well. I think I'll get a room now, But I'm glad we talked."
Foley find Qela. "Well? Anything good? I would be most indebted to you if you could buy me a room for tonight, my make-up grows heavy on my weary eyes."
"Quiet, fool. Don't draw attention. That barmaid noticed me already, now..." She sighs, "These purses feel weighty, but we can't count it here. I'll need to play... another game, to keep from being noticed."
She hands him a fistful of coins (2 gold)
"Get us all room and board, fancy man. And a bath, one will do, I haven't been clean for weeks."
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Dugar Rilsky,Reborn Undying Warlock / Aberrant Mind Sorcerer (retired)
Foley accepts the coin and nods in agreement, walking off to the complete the task. Fancy man... I like it. Foley thinks to himself.
"Barkeep, I'm looking for bed and bath for... hmm... seven? How much would this be?"
Foley wasn't sure exactly what the Githyanki wanted, but surveying the bar, He saw six others who seemed to all share in common two things: signs of a rough day, 1, and need of bed and bath for the night, 2.
Waeslen narrows his large yellow eyes at Qela's words, unsure if he can trust her. But the sight of the gold coins in Foley's hand makes his goblin heart race with excitement. "Room and board, you say? And a bath? Oh, the luxury!" he exclaims, unable to hide his delight.
As Foley heads off to secure their accommodations, Waeslen turns to Qela with a sly grin. "Seems our luck is changing, Gith. Let's enjoy this bath and rest while we can. Who knows what dangers await us in the days to come." With a mischievous glint in his eye, the goblin druid follows Foley, eager to indulge in a rare moment of comfort in the harshness of the underdark.
Foley accepts the coin and nods in agreement, walking off to the complete the task. Fancy man... I like it. Foley thinks to himself.
"Barkeep, I'm looking for bed and bath for... hmm... seven? How much would this be?"
Foley wasn't sure exactly what the Githyanki wanted, but surveying the bar, He saw six others who seemed to all share in common two things: signs of a rough day, 1, and need of bed and bath for the night, 2.
*He leans against the counter.*
“Mm… for 3 rooms… 3gold pieces… for a barrack stay… let’s call it 14 silver… and for the squatters room… bout 4 silver…
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"Hmm.... Well, I suppose the barrack stay would be best. How about complimentary baths, one per person? We are after all, very dirty travelers, and I'm sure you wouldn't want our grime in your accommodations, it'd be much more of a hassle to clean than just giving the baths to us for free..."
Foley vaguely gestures at his face while asking for free baths, to try to show how dirty his face is.
Persuasion check if you want it: 8
*I dont know why but i rolled a 12 and now it says 14 with potentially manipulated dice results. I know we already resolved the roll but im just want to mention what the roll before this weird glitch or something happened
"Ech!" The old gnome woman grunts dismissively, "There's nothing a bath can do that a roll in the rock dust can't." All this hubbub about swimming around in a dirty tub of water? The only thing a bath will get you is cold and wet. Despite eschewing this particular social convention, the woman seems to be pleased to be included in Foley's plans - it was clear that at least four of these bigger folk already knew each other, so to be included felt nice. She had certainly been long enough without any kind of real companionship, perhaps her choice to break that solitude would be proven fruitful.
Rot simply gives a solemn nod and turns to follow the others. He won't complain or whine – not for some time, anyway. He was ordered to follow and obey, so he will.
Between all of your collective efforts (and decent rolls and the fact that most these patrons are partially drunk and ignoring most things anyway), the party manages to successfully distract, bemuse, entertain, and potentially annoy the few individuals enough for the gith of the group to swipe 3 coin purses. Upon inspection, you note that you've collected about 5 gold coins, 6 silver, and 23 copper.
One of the barmaids looks curiously at this githyanki seeming to be doing her job, and approaches...
"Might I ask what yer doin?" *she chimes with a curt (scottish) brogue.*
"I haven't eaten for a while," she looks down at herself, "You can probably tell. I need work and best way to show I know how to do the job is, well, to do it. And if I do it faster than you, so be it."
Dugar Rilsky, Reborn Undying Warlock / Aberrant Mind Sorcerer (retired)
Konstatin Markilov, Dhampir Lore Bard (retired)
Qela, Githyanki Gloomstalker Ranger
Thistlebottom, Fairy Swarmkeeper Ranger
A disheveled goliath enters the tavern, shabbily dressed in near rags with nothing but a hammer, shield and a leather pouch. She wears a necklace with two crudely carved runes around her neck, and approaches the bar. Those of you recently escaped from drow slavery might recognize her, though not by name as she was in a different part of the camp. She sits at the bar and orders some food, carefully counting out coins to pay the barkeep.
[[Removed 3sp for a modest meal.]]
Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain
Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
DM - The Old Keep
Qela notes the new arrival and indicates with a nod of her head towards the barmaid, You want to serve this mountain here while I finish cleaning up? It's a mite busy tonight, or do you really not need the extra help. Even just tonight - I just want some food and a real bed... And a bath. She thinks a moment. Could I start with a bath? Might get more tips if I'm cleaned up and pretty like you?
Persuasion check if you want it: 13
Dugar Rilsky, Reborn Undying Warlock / Aberrant Mind Sorcerer (retired)
Konstatin Markilov, Dhampir Lore Bard (retired)
Qela, Githyanki Gloomstalker Ranger
Thistlebottom, Fairy Swarmkeeper Ranger
Qorotl just sits near the others. He says nothing because he has nothing to say. Listening to the story only confuses him -- not because it's a bad story, per say. Merely that he has no clue why the gnome thought it would cheer him up. Well, he thinks to himself, why did you come over here, if not to lose yourself in something other than concern or misery.
The voice of his Mother rings loud in his head, like a giant shouting at an ant: BECAUSE YOU WERE ORDERED TO. THAT'S WHAT MEN ARE MADE TO DO. FOLLOW YOUR ORDERS, LIVE TO SERVE.
"Y-yes, of course, Mother. I live to obey... always..." he mutters resigningly to no one in particular. He's reminded of his place, and ceases complaining, both in reality and in his mind. Such is as it's supposed to be...
As Foley closes his story out, he sees the new arrival. A Goliath, and a vaguely familiar one at that! This world is getting weirder and weirder. Almost as weird as his tall tale. Excited, he runs over and plops right down next to the Goliath. "Hey! I've seen you before! But from where... Oh! oh. Well never mind that. If you look around in this bar, you'll see some others you might recognize. That one is Tursyn. And that Goblin over there, that's Waeslen. Glad you got out. But anyways! I'm Foley, and I've never been acquainted with a Goliath before, so it seems I've been rambling... what's your name?"
The barmaid lets out a sigh and takes the plates from your hands. "If you want a job, ya have ta apply!" she snaps (honestly not too unfriendly) and nods toward the barkeep. She then continues on with her duties while the other, dwarven barmaid, takes note but continues working.
You're given something like stew... and the barkeep takes the coin without word, but nods in recognition.
"My name is Adewild. I'm glad to be free, but I'm still very far from home."
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Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
DM - The Old Keep
"I guess were in the same boat. Sort of, not exactly. Tell me a little about your home."
Above table question for dm: Can I roll for a random trinket? Perhaps something I found lying around in the Drow slaver camp?
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The little gnome woman claps politely at the conclusion of Foley's story, though it doesn't seem like she understood it particularly well.
"I don't know you!" She shrieks, having picked up Qorotl's mumbled words. "Don't call me your mother!" Another swift kick to the shins marks the end of the conversation, as the old woman scuttles away towards to growing gathering of peculiar people.
"Ooh hoo hoo! You're a tall one!" She coos, circling around Adewild. "Yes, yes, and grey is a much better choice than green, or red, or yellow. Much smarter, very well done." She jabbers away, giving a pointed look to Waeslen, Foley, and Qela respectively - as if to express her disappointment at their particular complexions. Almost as quickly as she came, she darts away once more. Preferring to be around the outside of the gathering.
"My home in the mountains is cool clear and refreshing. I have a home and a clan and a place to fit in. It's quite lovely."
Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain
Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
DM - The Old Keep
"That does sound quite lovely. I'd like that..." Foley's thoughts leave the bar and imagine the world Adewild describes. It sounds beautiful, but what Foley fantasizes most about is the last part: a place to fit in. Then he remembers where he would have been when Adewild might have been at home.
The unwanted memories flood in: A young Tiefling teen, kicked to the curb by a shopkeeper. "What should a devil want a lute for? An evil ritual, most likely. Anyway, I know you hellions like to steal, that's for sure. Get out of my shop, get out of our town." and a thousand memories like that. Nowhere to go home, no one who cared. Until for a brief moment, he met the wizard, and he had found home. Then home was gone again, and he never found it since.
With no rude intent, Foley tries to remove himself from the conversation, even if he just was the one to strike it up. All the old memories+the adrenaline from the escape from the Drow slaver camp settling down have suddenly made Foley very worn out, and vulnerable, neither of which he as ever found were good traits in a performer.
"Pardon me, but I've had a long day, as I know you have as well. I think I'll get a room now, But I'm glad we talked."
Foley find Qela. "Well? Anything good? I would be most indebted to you if you could buy me a room for tonight, my make-up grows heavy on my weary eyes."
Qela scowls at the Tiefling.
"Quiet, fool. Don't draw attention. That barmaid noticed me already, now..." She sighs, "These purses feel weighty, but we can't count it here. I'll need to play... another game, to keep from being noticed."
She hands him a fistful of coins (2 gold)
"Get us all room and board, fancy man. And a bath, one will do, I haven't been clean for weeks."
Dugar Rilsky, Reborn Undying Warlock / Aberrant Mind Sorcerer (retired)
Konstatin Markilov, Dhampir Lore Bard (retired)
Qela, Githyanki Gloomstalker Ranger
Thistlebottom, Fairy Swarmkeeper Ranger
Foley accepts the coin and nods in agreement, walking off to the complete the task. Fancy man... I like it. Foley thinks to himself.
"Barkeep, I'm looking for bed and bath for... hmm... seven? How much would this be?"
Foley wasn't sure exactly what the Githyanki wanted, but surveying the bar, He saw six others who seemed to all share in common two things: signs of a rough day, 1, and need of bed and bath for the night, 2.
Waeslen narrows his large yellow eyes at Qela's words, unsure if he can trust her. But the sight of the gold coins in Foley's hand makes his goblin heart race with excitement. "Room and board, you say? And a bath? Oh, the luxury!" he exclaims, unable to hide his delight.
As Foley heads off to secure their accommodations, Waeslen turns to Qela with a sly grin. "Seems our luck is changing, Gith. Let's enjoy this bath and rest while we can. Who knows what dangers await us in the days to come." With a mischievous glint in his eye, the goblin druid follows Foley, eager to indulge in a rare moment of comfort in the harshness of the underdark.
Sure. Go for it.
Sure, go for it.
*He leans against the counter.*
“Mm… for 3 rooms… 3gold pieces… for a barrack stay… let’s call it 14 silver… and for the squatters room… bout 4 silver…
*He rubs his chin.*
”As for the bath usage, depends on what ya buy~!”
"Hmm.... Well, I suppose the barrack stay would be best. How about complimentary baths, one per person? We are after all, very dirty travelers, and I'm sure you wouldn't want our grime in your accommodations, it'd be much more of a hassle to clean than just giving the baths to us for free..."
Foley vaguely gestures at his face while asking for free baths, to try to show how dirty his face is.
Persuasion check if you want it: 8
*I dont know why but i rolled a 12 and now it says 14 with potentially manipulated dice results. I know we already resolved the roll but im just want to mention what the roll before this weird glitch or something happened
"Ech!" The old gnome woman grunts dismissively, "There's nothing a bath can do that a roll in the rock dust can't." All this hubbub about swimming around in a dirty tub of water? The only thing a bath will get you is cold and wet. Despite eschewing this particular social convention, the woman seems to be pleased to be included in Foley's plans - it was clear that at least four of these bigger folk already knew each other, so to be included felt nice. She had certainly been long enough without any kind of real companionship, perhaps her choice to break that solitude would be proven fruitful.
Rot simply gives a solemn nod and turns to follow the others. He won't complain or whine – not for some time, anyway. He was ordered to follow and obey, so he will.