Theo turns to you Mattias saying, "I have faith that you all will make a decision that you feel is best while out in the field. If you feel it is necessary to contact us, I'll leave the method to your discretion."
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"I'll not be the one to disagree with that plan, it seems to work well for the task."
Umuni thinks about those names again, those shops, The Curium and The Snake Oil were in the same area as her job, so she may know about them, to have and idea on any fact that may lead them to choose one over the other.
Inteligence Check:15 ((I didn't know what specific skill to roll, but if you have any skill you thought I should be using , you can change the result if Umuni has proficiency in it.))
Tarkin stands up makes his way to the door. He stops next to Thardigord with a mischievous smile on his face "Hey Thardigord... Why don't you get the first round of drinks. HAHA"
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Tarkin | Human | Fighter 1 -> Rise of the Rough Riders
Kuno| Half Elf male | Rogue 2 Wielding a Rapier, dagger and leather armor.
[Umuni] You recall that both shops are a reputable place for quality and price of their products, but nothing really stands out to you of picking one over the other. They're not the high end shops that will carry the more rare potions and ingredients.
[All] As you all are discussing on what to do next and where to go, Reginald silently appears out of the bookshelf wall his presence making the room cold, "Pardon the interruption Sirs and Madam, but another recruit just came in a few minutes ago." Theo looks at Reginald, "Ah, thank you Reginald." Theo then looks at the four of you in his office, "Why don't the four of you go out and greet the recruit. Perhaps even see if they would like to go on this mission with you." As Reginald sinks into the floor he looks over at you Thardigord and you catch a faint smile touch his face.
((So, what would you all like to do? The seat belt light is off and you all are now free to move about the cabin.))
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You all hear laughter from the outer room, coming from the direction of the four senior Rough Riders. A new voice booms out in a friendly tone, interspersed with chuckles. “Tough luck, Mikira! I’m sure you’ll win a round eventually, should you wish to play again...” After a brief pause, the voice comes again. “That’s the spirit! Reginald! Another round of that Poisoned Apple Ale, if you’d be so kind!”
Being the last one to leave, since everyone was already at the door, Umuni searches for the owner of the voice she's been hearing, recognizing him as the new recruit Reginald was talking about."Hello there? I heard there's a fifth to the group who's going with us, I assume?"
Tarkin slides up to the bar and takes a seat on a barstool. "Reginald you fine chap. May i have another ale please?" Tarkin turns the stool to face the senior rough riders and the new recruit. "Ah I see our newest recruit is running the table. Looks like I know who will be buying the next round."
Standing around the table are the four senior riders you previously have seen, along with an additional figure. Standing at over six and a half feet tall and with copper scales covering his entire body, he has the natural look of a soldier about him, but he has a relaxed smile on his face. Looking over at you all, he gives another small chuckle, and mutters quietly, “No one told me I was paying, I was assuming it was on the house... heh. You know what, it doesn’t matter. I’ve got the last of my pay to spend.” His voice returns to it’s boisterous but welcoming volume. “Indeed, Reginald, drinks all around!” With that, he turns to the lot of you and draws his sword, flurishing it before him and ending in a bow. “Nadarr of Clan Redmark, at your service.”
Thardigord heeds Theo's advice regarding Reginald and stands behind Brigadier Yesola as he states his order.
"I'll take two tankards of the same cold and refreshing ale the dragonborn was drinking, sir spooky Reginald."
He downs one of them immediately to slake his thrist, leaving some of the foam clinging unto his braided beard. He then takes his time to finish the second one to enjoy its taste during his conversation with the rest of the bar's patrons.
"Nice knowing yer name Nadirr, me names Thardigord. The rest of us are planning to buy regents for Umuni's concoctions this afternoon and start our journey tommorow morning to the Black River. We're still deciding whether to go to The Curium or The Snake Oil to procure his stuff. I heard ye came from the Risingsun's ruling Redmark clan, perhaps ye know which establishment we should visit."
Mattias enters the main room and drops his pack in a emtpy corner, propping his bow against the wall. Approaching the table, he extends a forearm to Nadirr. "Mattias Dolph, I look forward to working with you."
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“Well...
Intelligence: 3
“I’ve been serving in the Guard of Red for quite a while, I’m sure those shops have changed.” He shrugs slightly, flurishing his sword again before sheathing it. “Even when I’m out, I never really go shopping for antitoxin ingredients. If you can describe what you need, I’d suggest splitting up and visiting both to be sure.”He accepts a mug of ale from Reginald, takes a swig, and bows again. ”Good man! I appreciate it Reginald!”
Mattias looks down at his proffered hand, closes his fist, and returns it to his side. Shrugging, he wanders over to the bar and settles himself on a stool beside Tarkin, facing the various barrels, bottles and tankards stacked and stored against the wall.
"An ale then please Reginald. What do you recommend?"
A puzzled look crosses his face, "Reginald, how exactly did you end up serving drinks here?"
Nadarr walks over to the bar and sits down next to Mattias. “I apologize, friend. I didn’t mean to ignore you. I merely thought it prudent to answer the aggressive dwarf first.” He extends his hand. “Forgive me.”
Tarkin see's Nadarr flourishing his sword with ease and skill and is very impressed. "Nadarr is it? I am Tarkin. You sir handle that longsword with practiced ease. Almost as someone would a rapier or scimitar. Good to have you aboard." Then tarkin remembers something "Oh and the drinks are on the house." Tarkin chuckles "I just wanted to see the faces of the Seniors at the table." Tarkin stands, removes his hat and bows to the table.
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Tarkin | Human | Fighter 1 -> Rise of the Rough Riders
Kuno| Half Elf male | Rogue 2 Wielding a Rapier, dagger and leather armor.
Reginald floats behind the bar and waves his arms around with grace like he is conducting an orchestra as the drinks are being severed. A mug of ale floats and lands in front of Tarkin, this one is a dark, almost black, liquid with a rich and creamy texture, a hint of hops and a nutty-almost chocolate taste at the end. Another Mug floats over and lands in front of Mattias, this one is a copper liquid with a somewhat sweeter flavor and a little bit of a citrus hop, there is a hint of some prickly pear and a malt taste at the end. Once the drinks have been served, Reginald floats over to Mattias, "There is a very simple answer for that question sir. I am Miss Yesola's butler and she inquired if I would be so kind as to sever the drinks at this establishment. I obliged and besides it is better than just floating in a corner somewhere being bored."
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Tarkin cocks his head to the side acknowledging Mattias' plan. "Sounds good to me."
Tarkin | Human | Fighter 1 -> Rise of the Rough Riders
Kuno| Half Elf male | Rogue 2 Wielding a Rapier, dagger and leather armor.
"I'd say that's a good plan. In case you dun' have enough coins to procure materials, I'll chip in five gold pieces."
Thardigord stands and walks towards the door, opening it ever so slightly with his unoccupied hand.
"Since we have a good gist of what we're doin', where should we go and buy the stuff? The Curium or The Snake Oil?"
Theo turns to you Mattias saying, "I have faith that you all will make a decision that you feel is best while out in the field. If you feel it is necessary to contact us, I'll leave the method to your discretion."
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!
"I'll not be the one to disagree with that plan, it seems to work well for the task."
Umuni thinks about those names again, those shops, The Curium and The Snake Oil were in the same area as her job, so she may know about them, to have and idea on any fact that may lead them to choose one over the other.
Inteligence Check: 15 ((I didn't know what specific skill to roll, but if you have any skill you thought I should be using , you can change the result if Umuni has proficiency in it.))
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
Mattias nods in understanding, "Very good sir, thank you for the vote of confidence."
Looking to the others he continues, "Shall we make final preparations downstairs, the other officers may also have an insight."
Tarkin stands up makes his way to the door. He stops next to Thardigord with a mischievous smile on his face "Hey Thardigord... Why don't you get the first round of drinks. HAHA"
Tarkin | Human | Fighter 1 -> Rise of the Rough Riders
Kuno| Half Elf male | Rogue 2 Wielding a Rapier, dagger and leather armor.
[Umuni]
You recall that both shops are a reputable place for quality and price of their products, but nothing really stands out to you of picking one over the other. They're not the high end shops that will carry the more rare potions and ingredients.
[All]
As you all are discussing on what to do next and where to go, Reginald silently appears out of the bookshelf wall his presence making the room cold, "Pardon the interruption Sirs and Madam, but another recruit just came in a few minutes ago." Theo looks at Reginald, "Ah, thank you Reginald." Theo then looks at the four of you in his office, "Why don't the four of you go out and greet the recruit. Perhaps even see if they would like to go on this mission with you." As Reginald sinks into the floor he looks over at you Thardigord and you catch a faint smile touch his face.
((So, what would you all like to do? The seat belt light is off and you all are now free to move about the cabin.))
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!
You all hear laughter from the outer room, coming from the direction of the four senior Rough Riders. A new voice booms out in a friendly tone, interspersed with chuckles. “Tough luck, Mikira! I’m sure you’ll win a round eventually, should you wish to play again...” After a brief pause, the voice comes again. “That’s the spirit! Reginald! Another round of that Poisoned Apple Ale, if you’d be so kind!”
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Being the last one to leave, since everyone was already at the door, Umuni searches for the owner of the voice she's been hearing, recognizing him as the new recruit Reginald was talking about. "Hello there? I heard there's a fifth to the group who's going with us, I assume?"
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
Tarkin slides up to the bar and takes a seat on a barstool. "Reginald you fine chap. May i have another ale please?" Tarkin turns the stool to face the senior rough riders and the new recruit. "Ah I see our newest recruit is running the table. Looks like I know who will be buying the next round."
Tarkin | Human | Fighter 1 -> Rise of the Rough Riders
Kuno| Half Elf male | Rogue 2 Wielding a Rapier, dagger and leather armor.
Standing around the table are the four senior riders you previously have seen, along with an additional figure. Standing at over six and a half feet tall and with copper scales covering his entire body, he has the natural look of a soldier about him, but he has a relaxed smile on his face. Looking over at you all, he gives another small chuckle, and mutters quietly, “No one told me I was paying, I was assuming it was on the house... heh. You know what, it doesn’t matter. I’ve got the last of my pay to spend.” His voice returns to it’s boisterous but welcoming volume. “Indeed, Reginald, drinks all around!” With that, he turns to the lot of you and draws his sword, flurishing it before him and ending in a bow. “Nadarr of Clan Redmark, at your service.”
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Thardigord heeds Theo's advice regarding Reginald and stands behind Brigadier Yesola as he states his order.
"I'll take two tankards of the same cold and refreshing ale the dragonborn was drinking, sir spooky Reginald."
He downs one of them immediately to slake his thrist, leaving some of the foam clinging unto his braided beard. He then takes his time to finish the second one to enjoy its taste during his conversation with the rest of the bar's patrons.
"Nice knowing yer name Nadirr, me names Thardigord. The rest of us are planning to buy regents for Umuni's concoctions this afternoon and start our journey tommorow morning to the Black River. We're still deciding whether to go to The Curium or The Snake Oil to procure his stuff. I heard ye came from the Risingsun's ruling Redmark clan, perhaps ye know which establishment we should visit."
Mattias enters the main room and drops his pack in a emtpy corner, propping his bow against the wall. Approaching the table, he extends a forearm to Nadirr. "Mattias Dolph, I look forward to working with you."
“Well...
Intelligence: 3
“I’ve been serving in the Guard of Red for quite a while, I’m sure those shops have changed.” He shrugs slightly, flurishing his sword again before sheathing it. “Even when I’m out, I never really go shopping for antitoxin ingredients. If you can describe what you need, I’d suggest splitting up and visiting both to be sure.” He accepts a mug of ale from Reginald, takes a swig, and bows again. ”Good man! I appreciate it Reginald!”
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Mattias looks down at his proffered hand, closes his fist, and returns it to his side. Shrugging, he wanders over to the bar and settles himself on a stool beside Tarkin, facing the various barrels, bottles and tankards stacked and stored against the wall.
"An ale then please Reginald. What do you recommend?"
A puzzled look crosses his face, "Reginald, how exactly did you end up serving drinks here?"
Nadarr walks over to the bar and sits down next to Mattias. “I apologize, friend. I didn’t mean to ignore you. I merely thought it prudent to answer the aggressive dwarf first.” He extends his hand. “Forgive me.”
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"No harm done." Mattias extends a hand to Nadirr once more.
Nadarr takes it, shakes it, and then moves back towards the card game, seeing Mattias question the specter.
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Tarkin see's Nadarr flourishing his sword with ease and skill and is very impressed. "Nadarr is it? I am Tarkin. You sir handle that longsword with practiced ease. Almost as someone would a rapier or scimitar. Good to have you aboard." Then tarkin remembers something "Oh and the drinks are on the house." Tarkin chuckles "I just wanted to see the faces of the Seniors at the table." Tarkin stands, removes his hat and bows to the table.
Tarkin | Human | Fighter 1 -> Rise of the Rough Riders
Kuno| Half Elf male | Rogue 2 Wielding a Rapier, dagger and leather armor.
Reginald floats behind the bar and waves his arms around with grace like he is conducting an orchestra as the drinks are being severed. A mug of ale floats and lands in front of Tarkin, this one is a dark, almost black, liquid with a rich and creamy texture, a hint of hops and a nutty-almost chocolate taste at the end. Another Mug floats over and lands in front of Mattias, this one is a copper liquid with a somewhat sweeter flavor and a little bit of a citrus hop, there is a hint of some prickly pear and a malt taste at the end. Once the drinks have been served, Reginald floats over to Mattias, "There is a very simple answer for that question sir. I am Miss Yesola's butler and she inquired if I would be so kind as to sever the drinks at this establishment. I obliged and besides it is better than just floating in a corner somewhere being bored."
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!