Jevyn had made a note of the clerics, writing the event down on a blank page in his spellbook.
Entering the tavern, Jevyn sat down beside Shiv. "There's always someone stronger," Jevyn said, adding to Shiv's statement."Even if we recruited the goblins to work for us, then someone would have come to deal with them and we'd be out of a job. It's dishonorable to do such a thing anyways. You must earn your keep fairly and honorably, Seabeak." Switching his attention to the bartender, he placed a silver on the counter and indicated Shiv's meal. "I'd also like a chicken, cooked the same as his. Though a smaller portion would be nice."
"Sure, sure, but if you're smart you never meet someone stronger, until you're stronger than them..." She grumbled in Avian fashion.
Tak walks over to the bartender. "Another platter of fish please" and places 2 sp on the counter. Tak then rejoins Leaves, Jevyn and Shiv nodding and cocking his head as they continue.
"Would you just sit down!" Locke clamours. "There must be an off switch somewhere" He goes on while pretending to search the Warforged for something. Slight of Hand: 15 to poke at Atlas' insides.
"You know, one time a thief or assassin tried to fumble around inside of me...looking for an easy way to turn me off or find something valuable. What he didn't know, at the time, was that I can force my armor plates together all at once. His hand was crushed. They had to amputate it" Atlas says, eyeing Locke and knowing good and well what he's up to.
The loxodon, who evidently runs this establishment on his own, desperately rushes to and fro in an attempt to satisfy the needs of the six adventurers, mixing up almost every order in the process. He hands Jevyn a platter of fish, while serving Locke a chicken leg. Somehow Atlas ends up with a plate crawling with live worms, and Leaves (OOC if you don't mind I'll be shortening Leaves-Falling-In-Water to Leaves) is handed an uncooked cabbage. Tak ends up with the nuts and fruit juice.
"My my my, but you all seem to have quite the code of honor. I discarded my morals years ago. After all, who heard of a line of work in which you get payed to have a conscience ?"
A soft voice from the booth behind you takes you by surprise. A tiefling dressed in black leather who you didn't notice at first is sipping a blood-red drink and watching you intently. He has obviously been listening to your entire conversation.
"Would you just sit down!" Locke clamours. "There must be an off switch somewhere" He goes on while pretending to search the Warforged for something. Slight of Hand: 15 to poke at Atlas' insides.
Whoever created this warforged clearly prepared against the eventuality of a poking rogue, and there is no off switch to be found.
Locke flashes a big smile at Atlas and puts both of his hands up showing the Metal man his palms "Haha okay my forged friend lets not get do that again". Locke then turns to the table full of his mates. "Speaking of horrible gruesome things, did you really have to cut those goblins IN HALF!? The shopkeeper simply asked us for some assistance in deterring them from bothering him and we came in there like a murderous band of marauders. We left goblin pieces all over that poor mans store"
"It is easy to sit in a tavern, drinking and discussing right and wrong. But when it comes down to kill or be killed, when the only thing between you and Hell is your wits and your blade, then your morals are nothing but a hindrance. Tell yourself they were only goblins, tell yourself that they were scum. If it makes you sleep better, good for you. But the truth is, there are only two types of people in this world: Those with the guts to do what it takes, and those who are weak."
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Shiv will literally climb up on to the back of the booth he is sitting in and jump over any companions in his way to get out from his seat and to where he can see this stranger talking to the group. "Hello! You looking to hire a group of honest upstanding citizens to perform a task for you?"The Viashino will say with a big toothy grin "Or did you have something else on your mind?"his tail starting to flip back and forth rapidly again as he tries to get a good look at this tiefling...
Shiv will literally climb up on to the back of the booth he is sitting in and jump over any companions in his way to get out from his seat and to where he can see this stranger talking to the group. "Hello! You looking to hire a group of honest upstanding citizens to perform a task for you?"The Viashino will say with a big toothy grin "Or did you have something else on your mind?"his tail starting to flip back and forth rapidly again as he tries to get a good look at this tiefling...
14 = perception
The tieflings expression is unreadable.
"That all depends on one question: do you have what it takes, or do you disguise your weakness by calling it "honor"?"
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Tak looking at Shiv, "Why are you so jumpy? This person is just talking to us." Looking to the Tiefling, "We are prepared for whatever comes.... I didn't catch a name. Tak at your service." *bows*
"I appreciate your bluntness. Those willing to get their hands dirty may meet me at an establishment called "The Frowning Jester" tonight at 11:00. I promise that I will not dissapoint. "
With a swish of his cloak, he exits the tavern.
"Funny fellow ain't he?" Comments the bartender, oblivious of the transaction which just took place.
"In answer to that first question, I've never seen the fellow before today." Answers the loxodon. "But I do know that the Frowning Jester is located in the southern district. But if you're looking for clean lodging and good food, there's no better inn than The Cowardly Lion." He scratches his head. " That reminds me, I need to get that sign replaced. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to find someone who can spell this time. "
"Sure, sure, but if you're smart you never meet someone stronger, until you're stronger than them..." She grumbled in Avian fashion.
Tak walks over to the bartender. "Another platter of fish please" and places 2 sp on the counter. Tak then rejoins Leaves, Jevyn and Shiv nodding and cocking his head as they continue.
OOC: Still laughing at Atlas.
"Would you just sit down!" Locke clamours. "There must be an off switch somewhere" He goes on while pretending to search the Warforged for something.
Slight of Hand: 15 to poke at Atlas' insides.
Perception 15
"You know, one time a thief or assassin tried to fumble around inside of me...looking for an easy way to turn me off or find something valuable. What he didn't know, at the time, was that I can force my armor plates together all at once. His hand was crushed. They had to amputate it" Atlas says, eyeing Locke and knowing good and well what he's up to.
The loxodon, who evidently runs this establishment on his own, desperately rushes to and fro in an attempt to satisfy the needs of the six adventurers, mixing up almost every order in the process. He hands Jevyn a platter of fish, while serving Locke a chicken leg. Somehow Atlas ends up with a plate crawling with live worms, and Leaves (OOC if you don't mind I'll be shortening Leaves-Falling-In-Water to Leaves) is handed an uncooked cabbage. Tak ends up with the nuts and fruit juice.
"My my my, but you all seem to have quite the code of honor. I discarded my morals years ago. After all, who heard of a line of work in which you get payed to have a conscience ?"
A soft voice from the booth behind you takes you by surprise. A tiefling dressed in black leather who you didn't notice at first is sipping a blood-red drink and watching you intently. He has obviously been listening to your entire conversation.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Whoever created this warforged clearly prepared against the eventuality of a poking rogue, and there is no off switch to be found.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Locke flashes a big smile at Atlas and puts both of his hands up showing the Metal man his palms "Haha okay my forged friend lets not get do that again". Locke then turns to the table full of his mates. "Speaking of horrible gruesome things, did you really have to cut those goblins IN HALF!? The shopkeeper simply asked us for some assistance in deterring them from bothering him and we came in there like a murderous band of marauders. We left goblin pieces all over that poor mans store"
Atlas goes to respond to Locke, but he stops short when the Tiefling reveals himself. “It seems this Dive is not as dead as we thought”
The tiefling shakes his head.
"It is easy to sit in a tavern, drinking and discussing right and wrong. But when it comes down to kill or be killed, when the only thing between you and Hell is your wits and your blade, then your morals are nothing but a hindrance. Tell yourself they were only goblins, tell yourself that they were scum. If it makes you sleep better, good for you. But the truth is, there are only two types of people in this world: Those with the guts to do what it takes, and those who are weak."
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Shiv will literally climb up on to the back of the booth he is sitting in and jump over any companions in his way to get out from his seat and to where he can see this stranger talking to the group. "Hello! You looking to hire a group of honest upstanding citizens to perform a task for you?" The Viashino will say with a big toothy grin "Or did you have something else on your mind?"his tail starting to flip back and forth rapidly again as he tries to get a good look at this tiefling...
8 = perception
The tieflings expression is unreadable.
"That all depends on one question: do you have what it takes, or do you disguise your weakness by calling it "honor"?"
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Tak looking at Shiv, "Why are you so jumpy? This person is just talking to us." Looking to the Tiefling, "We are prepared for whatever comes.... I didn't catch a name. Tak at your service." *bows*
Perception: 7
The tieflings garb and weapons reveal a criminal occupation.
"My apologies. My name is Lazarus, but I am known to my colleagues simply as Corpse. Work nicknames, you know how it is." He inclines his head.
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"Well met. So what's the job?" Tak asks bluntly.
Lazarus smiles.
"I appreciate your bluntness. Those willing to get their hands dirty may meet me at an establishment called "The Frowning Jester" tonight at 11:00. I promise that I will not dissapoint. "
With a swish of his cloak, he exits the tavern.
"Funny fellow ain't he?" Comments the bartender, oblivious of the transaction which just took place.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
"I am not jumpy.. just easily excited...." The sharp toothed lizard will say back to Tak with a smile.
Locke stands stunned scrathing his head.
”Well that was strange...” He says to the group. Then turns to the bartender.
“Who was that guy?” He asks the tusked bar tender.
"And where is The Frowning Jester?" Tak adds.
"In answer to that first question, I've never seen the fellow before today." Answers the loxodon. "But I do know that the Frowning Jester is located in the southern district. But if you're looking for clean lodging and good food, there's no better inn than The Cowardly Lion." He scratches his head. " That reminds me, I need to get that sign replaced. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to find someone who can spell this time. "
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
"Thank you." Tak responds as he heads back to his new platter of fish and devours each in the same manner as before.
"So what do y'all think? Should we go? I like the food here though..."