The Yawning Portal. Loud, uproarious, and the favored hangout of all kinds of adventurers and story seekers from across Waterdeep and the realms. This is where you find yourselves on this drizzly late spring evening, relaxing, looking for work or a quick silver here or there, or just stepping out of the rain for a moment.
The three-story tavern is business as usual, music coming from an assortment of entertainers throughout. The deep well that sits in the middle of the taproom is currently unoccupied by brave or foolish adventurers descending into the caverns below.
Durnan, the proprietor, sits behind the bar leaning one elbow against it cleaning a glass and casting a wary eye around keeping a lookout for any trouble. Somewhere a lute sounds not quite in tune. A loud laugh sounds over the usual dinn.
The usual crowd and more are hanging around, having a drink, kicking back. Some are looking for a good time, others seem like they might be trouble.
What brings you to the Yawning Portal this evening?
(Note: not all of the people pictured are in TYP, this is just for layout/image ref)
(Go ahead and describe your character and what they may be up to this evening. Feel free to assume any of the familiar friendly faces are around somewhere)
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"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
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OOC: Sitting at one of the tables is this muscular, male half-orc of blue-ish grey complexion. He isn't wearing much -- simple brown boots, no shirt, a long, red loincloth tied around his waist and a thick, brown leather belt worn for further security. Perceptive observers will notice he's in possession of two ordinary-looking handaxes, held by small loops in his belt. Additionally, he has a pair of "bracers" that are no more than pieces of brown cloth held together by some brown rope, and the same can be said about his "greaves." The only noticeable part of his outfit is this giant bear pelt, which drapes over his shoulders and covers most of his back.
His red hair is styled in this thin warrior mohawk, and his hardened facial features are softened a bit by the fact he lacks the usual underbite shared by most Orcs and half-orcs (his teeth don't show at all when his mouth is closed). He has this intricate tattoo job that stretches across his entire chest and the front of his shoulders, then down the entirety of both his arms -- all of which depict various types of axes. There's a shabby backpack to his side, strapped with a frayed bedroll, a tattered waterskin and some rope.
There's noticeably a large Greataxe resting on his side of the table.
Sitting across from him is one of The Yawing Portal's regulars: Yagra Stonefist. Both are engaged in a rather intense arm wrestling match.
Strength: 11
(Despite the hulking build of this male half-orc, he appears to be struggling quite a bit against Yagra.)
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Yagra is more than happy to be engaging the young half-orc in a contest of strength, and she won't go easy on him either. How would he get stronger? Hah! No Yagra is going to give it her all, tusk-toothed grin on her face. She keeps her gaze locked on his,
"Keep strong!" She grunts, proud that this isn't as easy as many of the contests she's had before.
Strength: 4
She pushes against his hand, but eventually, he starts to get the better of her and before she knows it her knuckles are hitting the table. She lets out an orcish curse, but the grin doesn't really disappear from her face.
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
A half elf in well kept clothing and armor sits at one of the many tables, her striking green eyes scanning the surroundings. Despite the fact she has nothing showing her status as a member of the watch it is clear she is very vigilant for anything that could possibly be out place. She shakes her head and sighs, rembering that she was off duty and supposed to be out for a night of relaxing with other members of the watch. When she got a look from the captain Jalester Silverman she paused and nodded, reaching for the wine in front of her.
It wouldn't hurt for her to relax for one night. Blaming her father for her cold attidtude most of the time she downed the drink to let it relax her
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Phineas:Durnan eyes the jester suspiciously, but if she's got a bagful of coin, he's not going to stop her from patronizing. However her charade with her imaginary friend is definitely something he keeps his eye on. He's not sure if it's some new act of hers she's trying out since she and ferb split or what. "5cp each." And he holds out his hand for payment.
Siobhan: It could be said that Jalester over works himself and sometimes doesn't know when to let the Captain go and just be himself. But the Yawning Portal is the one place that isn't true. And he's here to make sure his friends relax tonight too, and that includes Siobhan.
"To Another successful day!" He calls out, clinking his glass with the others, there's a round of agreements. The conversation turns to city gossip and Jalester is happy to let his companions talk, but he notices as Phineas makes her way over there. He's vaguely familiar with her in the sense that he's vaguely familiar with most people. He watches her talk....flirt? with the sergeant and raises an eyebrow at the half-elf. Maybe he should intervene on her behalf, or maybe he should see how this plays out. He grabs Bonnie as she passes and orders another round of drinks for the table, including Phineas.
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"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Durnan He's not sure if it's some new act of hers she's trying out since she and Ferb split or what. "5cp each." And he holds out his hand for payment.
Phineas shrugs and tosses the man a single gold coin, "keep em coming until that coin is all used up... I got me a whole lot of celebrating to do if you know what I mean!"Phineas gives Durnan a sly rather flirty wink, "who knows you just may get lucky and ring the bell." Then proceeds to head off on her way to eventually join Siobhan...
OOC: 1 GP deducted from her gold on her character sheet...
Yagra is more than happy to be engaging the young half-orc in a contest of strength, and she won't go easy on him either. How would he get stronger? Hah! No Yagra is going to give it her all, tusk-toothed grin on her face. She keeps her gaze locked on his,
"Keep strong!" She grunts, proud that this isn't as easy as many of the contests she's had before.
Strength: 4
She pushes against his hand, but eventually, he starts to get the better of her and before she knows it her knuckles are hitting the table. She lets out an orcish curse, but the grin doesn't really disappear from her face.
For all those in the immediate vicinity, many may be surprised to hear such a youthful, energetic voice come from the massive half-orc that's dueling with Yagra. He still has this tough, rugged baritone, but by no means is there any sort of malice or anger in what he says.
"AHA!" he says, winning the arm wrestling match. He quickly stands up and bumps the table forward a little bit, fist shooting up into straight up into the air. "Finally bested you. I know we've only met just yesterday, but don't tell me you've lost your touch."
He notices her grin, thinking to himself, "Or maybe...SHE LET ME WIN?!" Both of his eyes widen as he comes to this assumption.
"I'll tell you what -- best two out of three!"
He turns to find his seat again, sits back down and slams his arm down on the table, ready to go at it again.
Strength: 16
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Roger occupies a space against the wall, nearly beneath a staircase, and takes up as little space as possible. The Yawning Portal is, as ever, packed with possible marks - if he's careful, he won't have to pay for his drinks. He's already noticed there are a few members of the City Watch holding down chairs, and he's positioned himself where he hopes he won't be seen. At least a few of those faces are familiar, and he's never familiar with watchmen for good reasons.
The best marks are the ones who've just won some coin. Roger's listening for wagers being made and contests being lost, and his ears catch on the phrase 'best two out of three.' Sounds like someone might be turning a profit.
He ambles as casually as he can from his hiding spot, glancing in the direction of Siobhan and Jalester to make sure neither of them have made him yet. Squeezing past a table of rowdy halflings, Roger pretends to occupy himself with a nearby entertainer while he listens to the contest continue just behind him.
Siobhan can only offer a less then assured shrug to the capatain, her hand reaching for her wine once more. If she was going to have to deal with the strange human she was going to need that and more. "Which one were you? The public drunkenness or the one that stole from the beggars near the docks?" She asks, doing her best to stay calm and not go straight for the manacles that she keeps on her belt. She stops though as she remembers she was ordered to leave that at home as to not be tempted to work.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Dolar: Yagra scoffs at the idea that she might be losing her touch. As if. She could take almost anyone in here, he just happens to be one tough kid. Truth be told, she's proud of the kid. Not many can boast of having defeated her. (though there might be a few that she won't mention). But the kid is new in town, and even if it means her loss she's glad it can give him at least 15 seconds of fame and some recognition in the tavern. It still stings though.
Then he's saying best two out of three, and her grin is widening as she places her elbow back on the table. "You're on." Everything aside, she's not about to turn down a chance to win back the title she just lost.
Strength:19
It's another tough fight of strength, this one lasting longer than the one before. At first they seem locked in an upright position, and then he starts to push her arm down a little, but she grits her teeth and pushes back and slowly overcomes him, forcing his hand down to the table.
"I hear they say third times the charm. But my charm, or yours?" And her elbows right back up ready to go again. People are gathering around to watch now. Yagra Stonefist challenging anyone to an arm wrestling match isn't news, but someone winning and then having the gall to suggest two out of three is a spectacle.
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Siobhan, "Which one were you? The public drunkenness or the one that stole from the beggars near the docks?"
Phineas scratches her head pulling off a mite and popping it into her mouth as she sits there sheepishly thinking hard on the question, "to be fair, that cat was not the property of the beggars, to begin with. I was confused and thought those beggars were trying to cook a baby in their stew pot, you know they do that whole mewling thing that sounds like a wee baby crying! So I ask you now, what's a law-abiding citizen like me to do? Well, sir, I did my civic duty and rescued it from them I did. It's not my fault it wasn't a baby rather, the Widow Riley's kitty. Had the Widow Riley... gawds rest her soul not passed two-days before she would have backed me up, I am sure of it!"
The jester's limited attention span starts to waver as she turns to looks off to the side, "shut up! You're not helping matters now, are you? I most certainly do not have unresolved daddy issues, whatever that means.. and I am not talking way too much, I just have a lot to say and little time to say it!"
Turning back to Siobhan, "sorry he wasn't meaning you, no offense, just ignore him. So how about that drink then? I got my lute right here with, I can play you a touching romantic ballad or a special Hogswatchjingle if you like, I know its not a thing here but I enjoy and celebrate the holiday myself, how about you? So what do you say, no hard feelings then, cut a poor orphan girl some slack? Pleasssseee!"
Dolar: Yagra scoffs at the idea that she might be losing her touch. As if. She could take almost anyone in here, he just happens to be one tough kid. Truth be told, she's proud of the kid. Not many can boast of having defeated her. (though there might be a few that she won't mention). But the kid is new in town, and even if it means her loss she's glad it can give him at least 15 seconds of fame and some recognition in the tavern. It still stings though.
Then he's saying best two out of three, and her grin is widening as she places her elbow back on the table. "You're on." Everything aside, she's not about to turn down a chance to win back the title she just lost.
Strength:19
It's another tough fight of strength, this one lasting longer than the one before. At first they seem locked in an upright position, and then he starts to push her arm down a little, but she grits her teeth and pushes back and slowly overcomes him, forcing his hand down to the table.
"I hear they say third times the charm. But my charm, or yours?" And her elbows right back up ready to go again. People are gathering around to watch now. Yagra Stonefist challenging anyone to an arm wrestling match isn't news, but someone winning and then having the gall to suggest two out of three is a spectacle.
Strength:17
A look of disappointment washes over the face of the young half-orc. Visibly taxed, he places his hands over his face for a moment before settling back into his seat, elbow once again on the table.
He clutches Yagra's hand, saying one word: "Mine."
(I feel like Dolar would go into a Rage for this so I'm burning one...for a simple arm wrestling match lmao. Sorry guys! Hope we don't need it later) Strength: 14
Siobhan does her best not to move away from the strange jester as she eats the mite from her hair, her eyes moving to the other members of the watch to beg them to get the unwashed jester away from her. As Phineas begins to talk and then argue with her imaginary friend the look only gets more desperate with each passing second. "Perhaps instead of that you should perhaps sit down and rest. And it was not about the cat that made me have to arrest you, it was for stealing their clothes after you beat one into near unconsciousness. You are lucky that it was only your first offense after your friend paid your fines off."
Siobhan... "And it was not about the cat that made me have to arrest you, it was for stealing their clothed after you beat one into near unconsciousness. You are lucky that it was only your first offense after your friend said your fines off."
Phineas begins to fidget about in her seat uncomfortably, "well... yeah... I guess if you are going to be all official and technical about it then you have a point there but you really need to see it from my side of the barn. I was doing my civic duty saving that precious baby's life. There were three of them brutish beggars in all on the one hand and just me, myself and I on the other. Besides that, I didn't beat Wee Willie Winkie unconscious. He slipped and hit his head several times on the way down, I barely even touched him. As for the cloths, I explained all that before, the cat was in the stew pot, marinating... I guess. It was cold and wet when I pulled it out so yeah I borrowed a few choice items of clothing to wrap it up and keep it warm. Yeah, that's it..."she pauses as if listening to someone whispering, nodding, "I was trying to keep it warm, the poor wee bestie was in shock ya know. I got a good heart you know, I try... I really do... so what do you say... let me buy you that drink, hows-about-it toots?"
The jester pauses and studies Siobhan, a look of concern on her painted face, "are you feeling alright dear? I mean you are looking a little green around gills, do you need me to help you home, tuck you in for the night? I used to take care of my dear old dancing master when I was wee lass so I am a pretty good nurse-maid you know? Just one of my many amazing talents. A nice vigorous hot-oil massage perhaps... sounds pretty good, am I right? I can see you are taking a fancy to me, I have that effect I guess, people just naturally like me, what can do, its a blessing and a curse."
Phineas gives Siobhan a sly seductive knowing wink...
"Before any of that would have a chance of happening would be if you took a bath and I supervised it to make sure that everyone inch of you was clean to the point of you sparkling. Even then it is still more then likely only in your dreams since I do not go out of my way to convert around with strangers. I prefer to be courted normally and with someone that is actually interested in more then just bedding me." Siobhan says evenly, almost rolling her eyes at the other woman. "But you can buy me a drink. I prefer wine over anything else. Blame my inner elf."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Phineas looks at Siobhan with a wide smile, "a bath... really? You want to give me a bbbbath, Elves are so fracking suave!" She lightly pats her chest with her hand all aflutter, "oh be still my beating heart,"she giggles and coos. "Sparkle... I can sparkle with the best of them, no one can sparkle like Phineas Fop, its just one of my many amazing talents!"
The jester raises her arms up and once again sniffs her pits... her eyes meeting Siobhan's watchfulgaze, "eww, eh, yeah I can see that a bath would be in order so we will just put that right at the top of the list, shall we. I just figured you smelt plenty good for the both of us but what do I know. I'm a good girl!"
"Wine... courting, wow, kinda high maintenance... seems like a lot of work but I've heard stories about Elvish Kisses and such... Elves are so freaking suave... count me in!"
Phineas quickly jumps up and grabs Siobhan's empty wine glass and rushes back to the bar, her eyes wide with excitement, "Durnan sorry... my bell has been officially rung, give me another White Goblin and refill that lovely lady's (Siobhan) wine glass if you please!"
The jester just as quickly returns to Siobhan's table with their drinks...
Sylelor was impressed by Dolar's display of power, she had seen Yagra before and wanted to challenge her for a long time, but her courage was well hidden behind her constant need of looking as the coolest person in the room (at least by her standards) - Yagra! I was supposed to beat you not...him! I thought you were stronger than that - Says as she turns around ashamed of the little scene that she just unexpectedly made ((She would just try to hide or disappear between the people at the tavern, maybe next to a pillar or something like that))
[[Come on Sylelor...you are better than that! What did dad told you about exposing your feelings like a child?]]
Phineas looks at Siobhan with a wide smile, "a bath... really? You want to give me a bbbbath, Elves are so fracking suave!" She lightly pats her chest with her hand all aflutter, "oh be still my beating heart,"she giggles and coos. "Sparkle... I can sparkle with the best of them, no one can sparkle like Phineas Fop, its just one of my many amazing talents!"
The jester raises her arms up and once again sniffs her pits... her eyes meeting Siobhan's watchfulgaze, "eww, eh, yeah I can see that a bath would be in order so we will just put that right at the top of the list, shall we. I just figured you smelt plenty good for the both of us but what do I know. I'm a good girl!"
"Wine... courting, wow, kinda high maintenance... seems like a lot of work but I've heard stories about Elvish Kisses and such... Elves are so freaking suave... count me in!"
Phineas quickly jumps up and grabs Siobhan's empty wine glass and rushes back to the bar, her eyes wide with excitement, "Durnan sorry... my bell has been officially rung, give me another White Goblin and refill that lovely lady's (Siobhan) wine glass if you please!"
The jester just as quickly returns to Siobhan's table with their drinks...
Siobhan can only look in digust as Phineas sniffs her armpits ince more, shaking her head at the antics of the self proclaimed jester. The half elf simply sits and waits for her drink to be brought back, wondering how things had led to her seeming to volunteer for bathing the younger human woman. She turns to the rest of her fellow city watch members. "Do any of you understand this girl? She is obviously quite mad or rather skilled at acting the fool...." She stops talking as her drink is brought back taking it and downing it as quickly as possible, looking at Phineas.
"First off just because my mother was Ann elf does not mean I know anything about these so called elf kisses. Second if we are getting you a bath then you better actually be ready to get cleaned. Lastly no more smelling yourself like that, it is unbecoming of a proper woman and I will not hesitate to leave if you do anything strange."
(I can only imagine these two romantically invovled.... Siobhan would end up either making a proper citizen of Phineas or Siobhan ends up as mad as her.)
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Dolar:Another tough struggle this being the climax of their showdown and nearly everyone is holding their breath. Who is going to take the title, Yagra or this young upstart who no one seems to know? They are locked in a stalemate for a while, but Yagra feels it the moment the tables turn. There's a look in his eyes (not entirely unfamiliar to her) and a grunt, and the extra surge of strength is enough for him to force her hand down. She wouldn't call it cheating, but she thinks she may have won otherwise. Yagra has also been a proponent of using everything at your disposal so she can't complain.
A cheer erupts around the table, and money is exchanged all around. Yagra puts an arm around his shoulders once she shakes it out. "Congrats." And then she's turning, arm still around him so people can come forward and offer to buy him a drink.
Sylelor:Luckily - or unluckily, however you look at it - Yagra doesn't hear your outburst amid the raucous. She does briefly glance in that direction thinking she might have heard something but quickly dismisses it to yell a half-hearted insult a gnome who called her weak.
As you disappear into the crowd two drow lurking at a table in the corner catch your attention. One of them slams his mug of ale back in one swift motion and the other rolls his eyes as they get up and head your direction. As they approach you can see that one has his white hair shaved on one side the other side frames his jawline. This one smile politely, offering a hand in greeting.
The other has his hair cropped short, with a scar on his upper lip. He looks like he would rather be anywhere else than here talking to you, but here he is.
“Lady O’Vrun we bring you greetings from Braegan D’earthe,” (If you'd like you can roll a history check on Braegan D'earthe)
Siobhan: Jalester is a little surprised at the forward attention Phineas seems to be paying his sergeant and shakes his head at Siobhan's question. "No. I've seen her aroudn really, but I don't know much about her. Seems like an interesting one." (you can make an insight check here if you like)
Another watchman you know as Nico gives you a shrug seeming concerned. "She seems like she probably needs help. Though let me know if you need help." He's not sure how he'd go about helping in the situation, but if Siobhan is uncomfortable, he'll do what he can to alleviate it.
Phineas:Durnan does as asked, pouring her the drinks. As he slides them over he tells her, "Yer dragon's gonna go a lot quicker on that wine."
Once she's back at the table, Nico leans toward her, hands on his mug curious, "Are elves kisses that good?"
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
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The Yawning Portal. Loud, uproarious, and the favored hangout of all kinds of adventurers and story seekers from across Waterdeep and the realms. This is where you find yourselves on this drizzly late spring evening, relaxing, looking for work or a quick silver here or there, or just stepping out of the rain for a moment.
The three-story tavern is business as usual, music coming from an assortment of entertainers throughout. The deep well that sits in the middle of the taproom is currently unoccupied by brave or foolish adventurers descending into the caverns below.
Durnan, the proprietor, sits behind the bar leaning one elbow against it cleaning a glass and casting a wary eye around keeping a lookout for any trouble. Somewhere a lute sounds not quite in tune. A loud laugh sounds over the usual dinn.
The usual crowd and more are hanging around, having a drink, kicking back. Some are looking for a good time, others seem like they might be trouble.
What brings you to the Yawning Portal this evening?
(Note: not all of the people pictured are in TYP, this is just for layout/image ref)
(Go ahead and describe your character and what they may be up to this evening. Feel free to assume any of the familiar friendly faces are around somewhere)
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Strength: 11
(Despite the hulking build of this male half-orc, he appears to be struggling quite a bit against Yagra.)
Yagra is more than happy to be engaging the young half-orc in a contest of strength, and she won't go easy on him either. How would he get stronger? Hah! No Yagra is going to give it her all, tusk-toothed grin on her face. She keeps her gaze locked on his,
"Keep strong!" She grunts, proud that this isn't as easy as many of the contests she's had before.
Strength: 4
She pushes against his hand, but eventually, he starts to get the better of her and before she knows it her knuckles are hitting the table. She lets out an orcish curse, but the grin doesn't really disappear from her face.
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
A half elf in well kept clothing and armor sits at one of the many tables, her striking green eyes scanning the surroundings. Despite the fact she has nothing showing her status as a member of the watch it is clear she is very vigilant for anything that could possibly be out place. She shakes her head and sighs, rembering that she was off duty and supposed to be out for a night of relaxing with other members of the watch. When she got a look from the captain Jalester Silverman she paused and nodded, reaching for the wine in front of her.
It wouldn't hurt for her to relax for one night. Blaming her father for her cold attidtude most of the time she downed the drink to let it relax her
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
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Phineas: Durnan
eyes the jester suspiciously, but if she's got a bagful of coin, he's not going to stop her from patronizing. However her charade with her imaginary friend is definitely something he keeps his eye on. He's not sure if it's some new act of hers she's trying out since she and ferb split or what. "5cp each." And he holds out his hand for payment.Siobhan: It could be said that Jalester over works himself and sometimes doesn't know when to let the Captain go and just be himself. But the Yawning Portal is the one place that isn't true. And he's here to make sure his friends relax tonight too, and that includes Siobhan.
"To Another successful day!" He calls out, clinking his glass with the others, there's a round of agreements. The conversation turns to city gossip and Jalester is happy to let his companions talk, but he notices as Phineas makes her way over there. He's vaguely familiar with her in the sense that he's vaguely familiar with most people. He watches her talk....flirt? with the sergeant and raises an eyebrow at the half-elf. Maybe he should intervene on her behalf, or maybe he should see how this plays out. He grabs Bonnie as she passes and orders another round of drinks for the table, including Phineas.
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Phineas shrugs and tosses the man a single gold coin, "keep em coming until that coin is all used up... I got me a whole lot of celebrating to do if you know what I mean!" Phineas gives Durnan a sly rather flirty wink, "who knows you just may get lucky and ring the bell." Then proceeds to head off on her way to eventually join Siobhan...
OOC: 1 GP deducted from her gold on her character sheet...
For all those in the immediate vicinity, many may be surprised to hear such a youthful, energetic voice come from the massive half-orc that's dueling with Yagra. He still has this tough, rugged baritone, but by no means is there any sort of malice or anger in what he says.
"AHA!" he says, winning the arm wrestling match. He quickly stands up and bumps the table forward a little bit, fist shooting up into straight up into the air. "Finally bested you. I know we've only met just yesterday, but don't tell me you've lost your touch."
He notices her grin, thinking to himself, "Or maybe...SHE LET ME WIN?!" Both of his eyes widen as he comes to this assumption.
"I'll tell you what -- best two out of three!"
He turns to find his seat again, sits back down and slams his arm down on the table, ready to go at it again.
Strength: 16
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Roger occupies a space against the wall, nearly beneath a staircase, and takes up as little space as possible. The Yawning Portal is, as ever, packed with possible marks - if he's careful, he won't have to pay for his drinks. He's already noticed there are a few members of the City Watch holding down chairs, and he's positioned himself where he hopes he won't be seen. At least a few of those faces are familiar, and he's never familiar with watchmen for good reasons.
The best marks are the ones who've just won some coin. Roger's listening for wagers being made and contests being lost, and his ears catch on the phrase 'best two out of three.' Sounds like someone might be turning a profit.
He ambles as casually as he can from his hiding spot, glancing in the direction of Siobhan and Jalester to make sure neither of them have made him yet. Squeezing past a table of rowdy halflings, Roger pretends to occupy himself with a nearby entertainer while he listens to the contest continue just behind him.
Siobhan can only offer a less then assured shrug to the capatain, her hand reaching for her wine once more. If she was going to have to deal with the strange human she was going to need that and more. "Which one were you? The public drunkenness or the one that stole from the beggars near the docks?" She asks, doing her best to stay calm and not go straight for the manacles that she keeps on her belt. She stops though as she remembers she was ordered to leave that at home as to not be tempted to work.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Dolar: Yagra scoffs at the idea that she might be losing her touch. As if. She could take almost anyone in here, he just happens to be one tough kid. Truth be told, she's proud of the kid. Not many can boast of having defeated her. (though there might be a few that she won't mention). But the kid is new in town, and even if it means her loss she's glad it can give him at least 15 seconds of fame and some recognition in the tavern. It still stings though.
Then he's saying best two out of three, and her grin is widening as she places her elbow back on the table. "You're on." Everything aside, she's not about to turn down a chance to win back the title she just lost.
Strength: 19
It's another tough fight of strength, this one lasting longer than the one before. At first they seem locked in an upright position, and then he starts to push her arm down a little, but she grits her teeth and pushes back and slowly overcomes him, forcing his hand down to the table.
"I hear they say third times the charm. But my charm, or yours?" And her elbows right back up ready to go again. People are gathering around to watch now. Yagra Stonefist challenging anyone to an arm wrestling match isn't news, but someone winning and then having the gall to suggest two out of three is a spectacle.
Strength: 17
Roger: Make a perception check
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Phineas scratches her head pulling off a mite and popping it into her mouth as she sits there sheepishly thinking hard on the question, "to be fair, that cat was not the property of the beggars, to begin with. I was confused and thought those beggars were trying to cook a baby in their stew pot, you know they do that whole mewling thing that sounds like a wee baby crying! So I ask you now, what's a law-abiding citizen like me to do? Well, sir, I did my civic duty and rescued it from them I did. It's not my fault it wasn't a baby rather, the Widow Riley's kitty. Had the Widow Riley... gawds rest her soul not passed two-days before she would have backed me up, I am sure of it!"
The jester's limited attention span starts to waver as she turns to looks off to the side, "shut up! You're not helping matters now, are you? I most certainly do not have unresolved daddy issues, whatever that means.. and I am not talking way too much, I just have a lot to say and little time to say it!"
Turning back to Siobhan, "sorry he wasn't meaning you, no offense, just ignore him. So how about that drink then? I got my lute right here with, I can play you a touching romantic ballad or a special Hogswatch jingle if you like, I know its not a thing here but I enjoy and celebrate the holiday myself, how about you? So what do you say, no hard feelings then, cut a poor orphan girl some slack? Pleasssseee!"
A look of disappointment washes over the face of the young half-orc. Visibly taxed, he places his hands over his face for a moment before settling back into his seat, elbow once again on the table.
He clutches Yagra's hand, saying one word: "Mine."
(I feel like Dolar would go into a Rage for this so I'm burning one...for a simple arm wrestling match lmao. Sorry guys! Hope we don't need it later) Strength: 14
(Worth it!)
Siobhan does her best not to move away from the strange jester as she eats the mite from her hair, her eyes moving to the other members of the watch to beg them to get the unwashed jester away from her. As Phineas begins to talk and then argue with her imaginary friend the look only gets more desperate with each passing second. "Perhaps instead of that you should perhaps sit down and rest. And it was not about the cat that made me have to arrest you, it was for stealing their clothes after you beat one into near unconsciousness. You are lucky that it was only your first offense after your friend paid your fines off."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Phineas begins to fidget about in her seat uncomfortably, "well... yeah... I guess if you are going to be all official and technical about it then you have a point there but you really need to see it from my side of the barn. I was doing my civic duty saving that precious baby's life. There were three of them brutish beggars in all on the one hand and just me, myself and I on the other. Besides that, I didn't beat Wee Willie Winkie unconscious. He slipped and hit his head several times on the way down, I barely even touched him. As for the cloths, I explained all that before, the cat was in the stew pot, marinating... I guess. It was cold and wet when I pulled it out so yeah I borrowed a few choice items of clothing to wrap it up and keep it warm. Yeah, that's it..." she pauses as if listening to someone whispering, nodding, "I was trying to keep it warm, the poor wee bestie was in shock ya know. I got a good heart you know, I try... I really do... so what do you say... let me buy you that drink, hows-about-it toots?"
The jester pauses and studies Siobhan, a look of concern on her painted face, "are you feeling alright dear? I mean you are looking a little green around gills, do you need me to help you home, tuck you in for the night? I used to take care of my dear old dancing master when I was wee lass so I am a pretty good nurse-maid you know? Just one of my many amazing talents. A nice vigorous hot-oil massage perhaps... sounds pretty good, am I right? I can see you are taking a fancy to me, I have that effect I guess, people just naturally like me, what can do, its a blessing and a curse."
Phineas gives Siobhan a sly seductive knowing wink...
"Before any of that would have a chance of happening would be if you took a bath and I supervised it to make sure that everyone inch of you was clean to the point of you sparkling. Even then it is still more then likely only in your dreams since I do not go out of my way to convert around with strangers. I prefer to be courted normally and with someone that is actually interested in more then just bedding me." Siobhan says evenly, almost rolling her eyes at the other woman. "But you can buy me a drink. I prefer wine over anything else. Blame my inner elf."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Phineas looks at Siobhan with a wide smile, "a bath... really? You want to give me a bbbbath, Elves are so fracking suave!" She lightly pats her chest with her hand all aflutter, "oh be still my beating heart," she giggles and coos. "Sparkle... I can sparkle with the best of them, no one can sparkle like Phineas Fop, its just one of my many amazing talents!"
The jester raises her arms up and once again sniffs her pits... her eyes meeting Siobhan's watchful gaze, "eww, eh, yeah I can see that a bath would be in order so we will just put that right at the top of the list, shall we. I just figured you smelt plenty good for the both of us but what do I know. I'm a good girl!"
"Wine... courting, wow, kinda high maintenance... seems like a lot of work but I've heard stories about Elvish Kisses and such... Elves are so freaking suave... count me in!"
Phineas quickly jumps up and grabs Siobhan's empty wine glass and rushes back to the bar, her eyes wide with excitement, "Durnan
sorry... my bell has been officially rung, give me another White Goblin and refill that lovely lady's (Siobhan) wine glass if you please!"The jester just as quickly returns to Siobhan's table with their drinks...
Sylelor was impressed by Dolar's display of power, she had seen Yagra before and wanted to challenge her for a long time, but her courage was well hidden behind her constant need of looking as the coolest person in the room (at least by her standards) - Yagra! I was supposed to beat you not...him! I thought you were stronger than that - Says as she turns around ashamed of the little scene that she just unexpectedly made ((She would just try to hide or disappear between the people at the tavern, maybe next to a pillar or something like that))
[[Come on Sylelor...you are better than that! What did dad told you about exposing your feelings like a child?]]
Siobhan can only look in digust as Phineas sniffs her armpits ince more, shaking her head at the antics of the self proclaimed jester. The half elf simply sits and waits for her drink to be brought back, wondering how things had led to her seeming to volunteer for bathing the younger human woman. She turns to the rest of her fellow city watch members. "Do any of you understand this girl? She is obviously quite mad or rather skilled at acting the fool...." She stops talking as her drink is brought back taking it and downing it as quickly as possible, looking at Phineas.
"First off just because my mother was Ann elf does not mean I know anything about these so called elf kisses. Second if we are getting you a bath then you better actually be ready to get cleaned. Lastly no more smelling yourself like that, it is unbecoming of a proper woman and I will not hesitate to leave if you do anything strange."
(I can only imagine these two romantically invovled.... Siobhan would end up either making a proper citizen of Phineas or Siobhan ends up as mad as her.)
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Dolar: Another tough struggle this being the climax of their showdown and nearly everyone is holding their breath. Who is going to take the title, Yagra or this young upstart who no one seems to know? They are locked in a stalemate for a while, but Yagra feels it the moment the tables turn. There's a look in his eyes (not entirely unfamiliar to her) and a grunt, and the extra surge of strength is enough for him to force her hand down. She wouldn't call it cheating, but she thinks she may have won otherwise. Yagra has also been a proponent of using everything at your disposal so she can't complain.
A cheer erupts around the table, and money is exchanged all around. Yagra puts an arm around his shoulders once she shakes it out. "Congrats." And then she's turning, arm still around him so people can come forward and offer to buy him a drink.
Sylelor: Luckily - or unluckily, however you look at it - Yagra doesn't hear your outburst amid the raucous. She does briefly glance in that direction thinking she might have heard something but quickly dismisses it to yell a half-hearted insult a gnome who called her weak.
As you disappear into the crowd two drow lurking at a table in the corner catch your attention. One of them slams his mug of ale back in one swift motion and the other rolls his eyes as they get up and head your direction. As they approach you can see that one has his white hair shaved on one side the other side frames his jawline. This one smile politely, offering a hand in greeting.
The other has his hair cropped short, with a scar on his upper lip. He looks like he would rather be anywhere else than here talking to you, but here he is.
“Lady O’Vrun we bring you greetings from Braegan D’earthe,”
(If you'd like you can roll a history check on Braegan D'earthe)
Siobhan: Jalester is a little surprised at the forward attention Phineas seems to be paying his sergeant and shakes his head at Siobhan's question. "No. I've seen her aroudn really, but I don't know much about her. Seems like an interesting one." (you can make an insight check here if you like)
Another watchman you know as Nico gives you a shrug seeming concerned. "She seems like she probably needs help. Though let me know if you need help." He's not sure how he'd go about helping in the situation, but if Siobhan is uncomfortable, he'll do what he can to alleviate it.
Phineas: Durnan does as asked, pouring her the drinks. As he slides them over he tells her, "Yer dragon's gonna go a lot quicker on that wine."
Once she's back at the table, Nico leans toward her, hands on his mug curious, "Are elves kisses that good?"
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"