CHAPTER ONE - A FRIEND IN NEED PART THREE - THE SKEWERED DRAGON ARRR! THERE BE A SHIP ANCHOR LODGED IN THE ROOF!
Old Xoblob considered your..proposition, Azrael, but made no agreements, yet, too distracted by the possibility of a sexual rendezvous with Lythril as she flaunted what the good Dwarven Lord gave her. Leon, as you walk away from the shop and looked at the stuffed animal, it's probably nothing, but you could have sworn one of the eyes on the eye stalks..moved(?) to follow your gaze.
The Skewered Dragon faces an alley that runs between Net Street and Fillet Lane in the Dock Ward, not far from the Old Xoblob Shop. It looks like a ruin. Both of its front-facing windows are smashed, and a ship’s anchor is lodged in the roof. Through the windows, you can see a group of haggard patrons drinking from huge tankards. The dockworkers inside who are drinking don't seem to be in a mood for talking, nor do they react hostile in the slightest way as you approach.
What a dump, Leon thinks as he eyed over the building... or ruin. Ruin seemed more appropriate but the men inside didn’t seem at all bothered by the looks. They seemed like the type that wouldn’t take any shit anyways. Perhaps let the others take care of the talking and observe on the side lines.
As soon as they make way inside Leon’s eyes are going to dart to each and every patron in the room and see if he can spot any men or women baring the winged snake tattoo.
Perception: 17 ((OOC: working, hopefully this works hah))
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CHAPTER ONE - A FRIEND IN NEED PART THREE - THE SKEWERED DRAGON ARRR! THERE BE A SHIP ANCHOR LODGED IN THE ROOF!
It does! GG no re! Leon does NOT see any signs of tattoos on any of the patrons. They all just kinda look at you for a moment, size you all up, then go back to what they were doing.
Before walking into the bar, Astrid took a moment to pull off her fluffy pink coat, and turn it inside out. The new outer facing surface is a dingy and highly camouflaged coat, helping her to blend quite well into the background. She’ll then hide behind Azrael’s legs, melting into the shadows (Stealth: 6).
Unfortunately, because all eyes will be on Azrael as he walks into the bar, the patrons can’t help but notice little Astrid poking her head around Azrael’s knee.
With a roll like that, you don't exactly "melt" into the shadows, i'd say you stick out like a sore gnome. Are you sure you turned your coat inside out the right way? =P
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*sniff* Smells like swamp spirit...
"Fat Cat, the places you take me to are ...entertaining," Lythril mutters. She keeps her eyes and mind open, panning the crowd and seeing how the workers move. Perception6 She'd never venture to this part of town on her own.
Pheral will buy the petrified rat, thank the gnome for the experiance and leave with the group to the Skewered dragon.
As she enters she inhales deeply. *loud exhale* Ah, now this a dive bar. Pheral strides up to the bar. Give me something strong She says to the barman. Is there anyone playing music or anything in this place?
After entering The Dragon again, memories came back which made him feel queezy. There's the table they sat at. There's the same, familiar smell and ambiance as when they were there last. Just goes to show, who knows what will happen, even in the most comfortable of spaces.
He nods to the barman and orders the same poison Floon was drinking that night.
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This was not the sort of establishment that Azrael would ever consider going to if it wasn't absolutely necessary. He wasn't afraid, there was very little he was afraid of due to his steadfast faith in his deity. He did however know that most fight's he'd been in for personal reasons had taken place in or near places such as this since entering the city. But he was her more or less on business so he stuck to his task.
Azrael scanned the room for much more than just the tattoo, he looked for any patrons who looked about thirty, with wavy reddish-blonde hair. Any wearing black leather armor. All while listening to see if he could hear anything related to their search in the many myriad of private conversations going on.
Perception: 4
Noticing the gnome using him as a personal shadow maker, almost made him chuckle. He'd have to ask her a few questions later.
Just their glares alone made Leon on high alert, even if they didn't plan on doing anything to him or his team, anything could happen, just like at the Yawning Portal. He followed behind most of the group that headed over to the bar, not really planning on getting anything but rather to sit at the bar next to a random stranger and attempt at seeing if anyone knew anything about what happened to Fatcat's friend.
Is the person he decided to sit next to eating and/or drinking something?
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CHAPTER ONE - A FRIEND IN NEED PART THREE - THE SKEWERED DRAGON ARRR! THERE BE A SHIP ANCHOR LODGED IN THE ROOF!
LYTHRIL: Indeed, it sure does smell like swamp spirit in this dunghole. Nothing catches your eye except the obvious: Lots of gross, sweaty, stinky patrons and a poor barmaid wearing a dress that's way to tight sadly serving everyone. Flies buzz around here and there.
PHERAL: The barman serves you a drink. It's satisfactory, and strong. He doesn't say much, just serves you and goes back to cleaning dishes. Which are filthy. Just like the glass he served you. There's no music, just the pathetic low rumble of sad drunk people mumbling to themselves.
FC: Yes, it is. You know him. His name is Stink. He's not very hygienic.
AZRAEL: This is probably the most disgusting tavern you've even seen in your life. The good news is, there is no one around that fits the description of FC's friend, or anyone wearing black leathers, or anyone with a tattoo that would remotely even be considered Black Network.
DANITRIEL: Surprisingly, this place is quite the opposite of The Yawning Portal. Dank, unlively, and downright depressing. Each patron, except the poor beautiful barmaid, fits this description as well. You would never come here on your own accord. Not to mention, everyone around seems to be blissfully unaware that you've all arrived, and not too many people are saying anything close to what you'd be looking for.
"Stink. Remember I was here with a fellow the other night? I left early. What was the rest of that night like?" He slides an additional 2gp over the bar.
CHAPTER ONE - A FRIEND IN NEED PART THREE - THE SKEWERED DRAGON ARRR! THERE BE A SHIP ANCHOR LODGED IN THE ROOF!
FC: Stink looks are you bleary eyed, or drunk, you can't tell. "Oi, Mista Cat. You's friend and some handsome chap left the bar the otha night. Pretty sure it twas Renaer Neverember if me memory serves. Chip off the old black, that one. Just anotha spoiled, rich noble who likes ta rub it in our faces. Five men followed them out, and both haven't been back since. I's tells you's what, though, those five who followed frequently come out of a warehouse on Candle lane, I tell's ya. Look for a snake symbol on the door."
"A pleasure, as always stink." FC replies with a quick wink.
"I don't fink we'll find much in 'ere guys." He announces, "Might 'ave some luck down at the docks. Or perhaps it's werf paying Mr. Neverember a visit. See if he knows the whereabouts of his son, Renaer. Whatchya fink?"
"That should be fun. Isn't he something somebody special?" Politics were not Lythril's thing. City stuff was still a bit vague but she was willing to follow Fat Cat just about anywhere. What a night!
CHAPTER ONE - A FRIEND IN NEED PART THREE - THE SKEWERED DRAGON ARRR! THERE BE A SHIP ANCHOR LODGED IN THE ROOF!
FUN FACT TIME
It is well known that Renaer Neverember is the estranged son of the great Dagult Neverember. Dagult was once the Open Lord of Waterdeep but was voted out. He left and went to rebuilt the city of Neverwinter years ago. This is common knowledge. It looks like Floon and Dagult are friends, and for whatever reason, both of them were jumped just right outside two days ago. (Unfortunately, Neverwinter is very far away, so talking to Dagult will not be an option, nor would he know where his son is, as they don't speak anymore to each other.)
However, the warehouse Stink is talking about isn't far.
What do you think FC? should we check out this warehouse? Smells like trouble to me, but that's why you hires some muscle Pheral drinks her drink with much satisfaction.
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Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
"Ahh yeah, I always forget ol' Dagult skipped town. Warehouse it is, on candles lane, innit. With a serpent out front." FC is happy to follow the lead of the group, however they wish to approach. You lot are the professionals, after all.
Danitriel frowned. "Oh yeah, I forgot the Zhents were operating out in the open these days. Pretending to be mercs in it for the gold, rather than world domination in the 'good old days'. Pfeh. In any case, we should be cautious."
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CHAPTER ONE - A FRIEND IN NEED
PART THREE - THE SKEWERED DRAGON
ARRR! THERE BE A SHIP ANCHOR LODGED IN THE ROOF!
Old Xoblob considered your..proposition, Azrael, but made no agreements, yet, too distracted by the possibility of a sexual rendezvous with Lythril as she flaunted what the good Dwarven Lord gave her. Leon, as you walk away from the shop and looked at the stuffed animal, it's probably nothing, but you could have sworn one of the eyes on the eye stalks..moved(?) to follow your gaze.
The Skewered Dragon faces an alley that runs between Net Street and Fillet Lane in the Dock Ward, not far from the Old Xoblob Shop. It looks like a ruin. Both of its front-facing windows are smashed, and a ship’s anchor is lodged in the roof. Through the windows, you can see a group of haggard patrons drinking from huge tankards. The dockworkers inside who are drinking don't seem to be in a mood for talking, nor do they react hostile in the slightest way as you approach.
This place is a dump.
What a dump, Leon thinks as he eyed over the building... or ruin. Ruin seemed more appropriate but the men inside didn’t seem at all bothered by the looks. They seemed like the type that wouldn’t take any shit anyways. Perhaps let the others take care of the talking and observe on the side lines.
As soon as they make way inside Leon’s eyes are going to dart to each and every patron in the room and see if he can spot any men or women baring the winged snake tattoo.
Perception: 17 ((OOC: working, hopefully this works hah))
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
CHAPTER ONE - A FRIEND IN NEED
PART THREE - THE SKEWERED DRAGON
ARRR! THERE BE A SHIP ANCHOR LODGED IN THE ROOF!
It does! GG no re! Leon does NOT see any signs of tattoos on any of the patrons. They all just kinda look at you for a moment, size you all up, then go back to what they were doing.
Before walking into the bar, Astrid took a moment to pull off her fluffy pink coat, and turn it inside out. The new outer facing surface is a dingy and highly camouflaged coat, helping her to blend quite well into the background. She’ll then hide behind Azrael’s legs, melting into the shadows (Stealth: 6).
Unfortunately, because all eyes will be on Azrael as he walks into the bar, the patrons can’t help but notice little Astrid poking her head around Azrael’s knee.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
With a roll like that, you don't exactly "melt" into the shadows, i'd say you stick out like a sore gnome. Are you sure you turned your coat inside out the right way? =P
*sniff* Smells like swamp spirit...
"Fat Cat, the places you take me to are ...entertaining," Lythril mutters. She keeps her eyes and mind open, panning the crowd and seeing how the workers move. Perception 6 She'd never venture to this part of town on her own.
Lythril's razor sharp senses miss nothing!
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Pheral will buy the petrified rat, thank the gnome for the experiance and leave with the group to the Skewered dragon.
As she enters she inhales deeply. *loud exhale* Ah, now this a dive bar. Pheral strides up to the bar. Give me something strong She says to the barman. Is there anyone playing music or anything in this place?
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
FC quietly follows Pheral to the bar.
After entering The Dragon again, memories came back which made him feel queezy. There's the table they sat at. There's the same, familiar smell and ambiance as when they were there last. Just goes to show, who knows what will happen, even in the most comfortable of spaces.
He nods to the barman and orders the same poison Floon was drinking that night.
Is it the same person behind the bar?
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
This was not the sort of establishment that Azrael would ever consider going to if it wasn't absolutely necessary. He wasn't afraid, there was very little he was afraid of due to his steadfast faith in his deity. He did however know that most fight's he'd been in for personal reasons had taken place in or near places such as this since entering the city. But he was her more or less on business so he stuck to his task.
Azrael scanned the room for much more than just the tattoo, he looked for any patrons who looked about thirty, with wavy reddish-blonde hair. Any wearing black leather armor. All while listening to see if he could hear anything related to their search in the many myriad of private conversations going on.
Perception: 4
Noticing the gnome using him as a personal shadow maker, almost made him chuckle. He'd have to ask her a few questions later.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Danitriel also slinked towards the bar to order a drink while listening for what she could hear.
Perception: 12
Just their glares alone made Leon on high alert, even if they didn't plan on doing anything to him or his team, anything could happen, just like at the Yawning Portal. He followed behind most of the group that headed over to the bar, not really planning on getting anything but rather to sit at the bar next to a random stranger and attempt at seeing if anyone knew anything about what happened to Fatcat's friend.
Is the person he decided to sit next to eating and/or drinking something?
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
CHAPTER ONE - A FRIEND IN NEED
PART THREE - THE SKEWERED DRAGON
ARRR! THERE BE A SHIP ANCHOR LODGED IN THE ROOF!
LYTHRIL: Indeed, it sure does smell like swamp spirit in this dunghole. Nothing catches your eye except the obvious: Lots of gross, sweaty, stinky patrons and a poor barmaid wearing a dress that's way to tight sadly serving everyone. Flies buzz around here and there.
PHERAL: The barman serves you a drink. It's satisfactory, and strong. He doesn't say much, just serves you and goes back to cleaning dishes. Which are filthy. Just like the glass he served you. There's no music, just the pathetic low rumble of sad drunk people mumbling to themselves.
FC: Yes, it is. You know him. His name is Stink. He's not very hygienic.
AZRAEL: This is probably the most disgusting tavern you've even seen in your life. The good news is, there is no one around that fits the description of FC's friend, or anyone wearing black leathers, or anyone with a tattoo that would remotely even be considered Black Network.
DANITRIEL: Surprisingly, this place is quite the opposite of The Yawning Portal. Dank, unlively, and downright depressing. Each patron, except the poor beautiful barmaid, fits this description as well. You would never come here on your own accord. Not to mention, everyone around seems to be blissfully unaware that you've all arrived, and not too many people are saying anything close to what you'd be looking for.
"Stink. Remember I was here with a fellow the other night? I left early. What was the rest of that night like?" He slides an additional 2gp over the bar.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
CHAPTER ONE - A FRIEND IN NEED
PART THREE - THE SKEWERED DRAGON
ARRR! THERE BE A SHIP ANCHOR LODGED IN THE ROOF!
FC: Stink looks are you bleary eyed, or drunk, you can't tell. "Oi, Mista Cat. You's friend and some handsome chap left the bar the otha night. Pretty sure it twas Renaer Neverember if me memory serves. Chip off the old black, that one. Just anotha spoiled, rich noble who likes ta rub it in our faces. Five men followed them out, and both haven't been back since. I's tells you's what, though, those five who followed frequently come out of a warehouse on Candle lane, I tell's ya. Look for a snake symbol on the door."
"A pleasure, as always stink." FC replies with a quick wink.
"I don't fink we'll find much in 'ere guys." He announces, "Might 'ave some luck down at the docks. Or perhaps it's werf paying Mr. Neverember a visit. See if he knows the whereabouts of his son, Renaer. Whatchya fink?"
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
"That should be fun. Isn't he something somebody special?" Politics were not Lythril's thing. City stuff was still a bit vague but she was willing to follow Fat Cat just about anywhere. What a night!
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
CHAPTER ONE - A FRIEND IN NEED
PART THREE - THE SKEWERED DRAGON
ARRR! THERE BE A SHIP ANCHOR LODGED IN THE ROOF!
FUN FACT TIME
It is well known that Renaer Neverember is the estranged son of the great Dagult Neverember. Dagult was once the Open Lord of Waterdeep but was voted out. He left and went to rebuilt the city of Neverwinter years ago. This is common knowledge. It looks like Floon and Dagult are friends, and for whatever reason, both of them were jumped just right outside two days ago. (Unfortunately, Neverwinter is very far away, so talking to Dagult will not be an option, nor would he know where his son is, as they don't speak anymore to each other.)
However, the warehouse Stink is talking about isn't far.
What do you think FC? should we check out this warehouse? Smells like trouble to me, but that's why you hires some muscle Pheral drinks her drink with much satisfaction.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
"Ahh yeah, I always forget ol' Dagult skipped town. Warehouse it is, on candles lane, innit. With a serpent out front." FC is happy to follow the lead of the group, however they wish to approach. You lot are the professionals, after all.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Danitriel frowned. "Oh yeah, I forgot the Zhents were operating out in the open these days. Pretending to be mercs in it for the gold, rather than world domination in the 'good old days'. Pfeh. In any case, we should be cautious."