"Your goddess?" Rhogar says, a bit disdainfully. "What are you, a priest or something? And I don't see any food, so I'm assuming that means you're planning to do some kind of magical mumbo jumbo. Look, I'm not exactly on the best terms with the gods, and my regulars aren't too keen on magic. It's nothing personal, you understand, but it wouldn't be good business to make my regulars uncomfortable. I'm a man of my word, so you're welcome to that drink I promised you, but after that maybe you'd better be going."
Squiggles attempts to stealthily use Minor Illusion to create the sound of zombies scratching at the door (and a zombie head/neck outside the peephole in case he looks out.
"I guess we'll just have to vacate Avlor friends, and leave this city to solve their own zombie pandemic. Good fortune Rhogar! I'm sure the zombies are going to be excellent customers, though you may want to consider a good recipe for brains"
Make a sleight of hand check to conceal the somatic component of the spell. If that goes well I'll ask you for a performance check with advantage to see how convincing you and your illusion are.
While engaged with Shale, Rhogar sees Squiggles out of the corner of his eye making strange pronounced hand gestures. "WHAT IS HE DOING?" he bellows. "WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT MAGIC?" When the gestures are followed immediately by scratching sounds from the door, Rhogar stomps over to look out the viewing door.
"There's nothing out there! Were you even out there killing zombies? I'm beginning to wonder if you're just a bunch of grifters trying to score free drinks! And at a time like this?"
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Balian observes the situation turning increasingly volatile, and attempts to persuade Rhogar to let Shale cast his spell. This was too similar to that fateful night with the three-legged donkey, the drunk ogre, and the vat of soup...
"My friend, a blessing from this genasi's goddess would go a long way to helping us rid this city of the undead presence, a task that has been laid before us tonight by a friendly 3rd party. Sure, you can kick us out, and we can do this elsewhere, but if halfway through his ritual we are descended upon by a horde of undead, we may just decide to cut our losses, and leave this city to its fate. As my gnome friend intimated, with much less eloquence, our actions tonight could directly affect the number of non-undead customers that come through your door in the future. Would you deny the will of a Goddess who wishes to help those that would help you?"
Rhogar's eyes narrow as he listens to Balian's speech. After the half-elf finishes speaking, there are a few moments of tense silence as the bar owner considers the case being made.
His facial muscles soften slightly and he grumbles before saying, "Fine. Stay and eat your feast, but you're paying for your drinks. I assume you'll be wanting top shelf stuff. I bought a bottle of earth genasi whisky last month at the Elemental Planes Day festival... Made with water that's been filtered through soil in the elemental plane of earth itself. Gives it a peaty quality like you've never tasted. I can't seem to sell it at the price I need to charge, though --- my regulars only seem to want ale." Without waiting for a response, he continues, "I'll go ahead and get you six glasses while you do whatever it is you need to do for this feast."
He walks halfway toward the bar before pausing and turning his head back toward you to say, "Oh, I'll also be expecting an apology from your gnome friend for trying to trick me, of course."
"Thank you, my good sir." Shale's eyes sparkle at the mention of the whiskey. "That sounds good to me... And my offer still stands. You are welcome to partake in the feast. Something to fortify your mind and body. May be helpful if any of those undead actually come knocking on your door." He shoots Squiggles a look.
At the offer to share the feast, Rhogar grunts. "We'll see how it looks. More importantly, how it smells."
When Balian asks about the bottle you see his lips curl into a small smile. "The bottle? What's left of it that is? That'll be 60 gold. I'll tell you what: I'll have a drink with you and I'll throw in the goblin's ale for free."
After rummaging around the bar for a minute, Rhogar brings over an ornate looking glass bottle filled with the reddish-brown liquor and six glasses, which he begins filling and distributing, keeping one for himself, and a metal stein filled with ale, which he places in front of Brix. He raises his glass, "To ending this undead menace once and for all!"
As soon as the stein is placed in front of him, Brix quickly grabs it and begins guzzling it down, spilling a great deal of it on much of his person. He rather rudely forgoes the toast, caring only about satisfying his thirst. He slams it down back onto the bar counter, drunkenly saying "MUCH THANKS, DRAGONBORN!"
Balian takes a sip of the whisky and shuts his eyes, letting the warmth reach his toes before raising the glass appreciatively in Rhogar's direction. Rummaging through a pocket, he brings out a small purse, quickly counts the number of coins it contains, pockets a few, and slides it towards Rhogar.
"Well if it means we get our feast, fine. I'm sorry for trying to take advantage of my superior intellect." He then starts humming a well known folk tune called 'Be wary the Wizard'
Taking a drink, Squiggles closes his eyes. "Quite good, actually"
I assume Shale casts Heroes' Feast and you hang out for an hour and a bit eating it. You can count this as a short rest. Go ahead and RP / discuss whatever you'd be discussing during the hour. When you're ready to move on, just let me know.
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(Out of town and will be back tomorrow night. Posting will be limited.)
Shale downs his drink in one gulp and begins the casting for hero's feast. The spread mostly consists of a variety game meats - deer, boar, turkey, salmon. There won't be salads found, but a selection of hearty root vegetables and winter squashes.
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BRIX
Heroes' Feast HP Increase: 15
With just enough food in his belly and drink in his gut, Brix merrily hops off his barstool to find the latrine. As he makes his way from the table, he yells, "You know, never regretted coming along with you lot. Never doubted it for one second! Free food? FREE ALE? And the promise of treasure? I swear to you all that should any of you fall in the upcoming battle, I will do my best to spend your share of the treasure buying only the finest of ale."
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Balian's Heroes Feat HP Increase: 5
Balian watches the goblin leave the bar and sighs contentedly as the noise level suddenly drops significantly.
Pushing his plate of half-eaten food away from him, he ponders their options out loud "I think we should talk to the temple of Kelemvor first. If they don't let us in, then we go through the sewers as that aarakocra suggested. Thoughts?"
"Your goddess?" Rhogar says, a bit disdainfully. "What are you, a priest or something? And I don't see any food, so I'm assuming that means you're planning to do some kind of magical mumbo jumbo. Look, I'm not exactly on the best terms with the gods, and my regulars aren't too keen on magic. It's nothing personal, you understand, but it wouldn't be good business to make my regulars uncomfortable. I'm a man of my word, so you're welcome to that drink I promised you, but after that maybe you'd better be going."
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
Squiggles attempts to stealthily use Minor Illusion to create the sound of zombies scratching at the door (and a zombie head/neck outside the peephole in case he looks out.
"I guess we'll just have to vacate Avlor friends, and leave this city to solve their own zombie pandemic. Good fortune Rhogar! I'm sure the zombies are going to be excellent customers, though you may want to consider a good recipe for brains"
Make a sleight of hand check to conceal the somatic component of the spell. If that goes well I'll ask you for a performance check with advantage to see how convincing you and your illusion are.
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
Sleight of Hand 8
While engaged with Shale, Rhogar sees Squiggles out of the corner of his eye making strange pronounced hand gestures. "WHAT IS HE DOING?" he bellows. "WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT MAGIC?" When the gestures are followed immediately by scratching sounds from the door, Rhogar stomps over to look out the viewing door.
"There's nothing out there! Were you even out there killing zombies? I'm beginning to wonder if you're just a bunch of grifters trying to score free drinks! And at a time like this?"
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
Squiggles shrugs and goes back to his book. "Sorry Shale, thought that was going to work, Let me know if you want to incinerate the establishment"
Rhogar is pretty clearly on the verge of tossing you out... Anything else anybody wants to try? Or just going to cut your losses?
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
BRIX
"Whoa whoa whoa...NOT before I get my ale!" Brix says from his seated position at the bar, responding to Squiggles.
Balian observes the situation turning increasingly volatile, and attempts to persuade Rhogar to let Shale cast his spell. This was too similar to that fateful night with the three-legged donkey, the drunk ogre, and the vat of soup...
"My friend, a blessing from this genasi's goddess would go a long way to helping us rid this city of the undead presence, a task that has been laid before us tonight by a friendly 3rd party. Sure, you can kick us out, and we can do this elsewhere, but if halfway through his ritual we are descended upon by a horde of undead, we may just decide to cut our losses, and leave this city to its fate. As my gnome friend intimated, with much less eloquence, our actions tonight could directly affect the number of non-undead customers that come through your door in the future. Would you deny the will of a Goddess who wishes to help those that would help you?"
Persuasion: 24
Rhogar's eyes narrow as he listens to Balian's speech. After the half-elf finishes speaking, there are a few moments of tense silence as the bar owner considers the case being made.
His facial muscles soften slightly and he grumbles before saying, "Fine. Stay and eat your feast, but you're paying for your drinks. I assume you'll be wanting top shelf stuff. I bought a bottle of earth genasi whisky last month at the Elemental Planes Day festival... Made with water that's been filtered through soil in the elemental plane of earth itself. Gives it a peaty quality like you've never tasted. I can't seem to sell it at the price I need to charge, though --- my regulars only seem to want ale." Without waiting for a response, he continues, "I'll go ahead and get you six glasses while you do whatever it is you need to do for this feast."
He walks halfway toward the bar before pausing and turning his head back toward you to say, "Oh, I'll also be expecting an apology from your gnome friend for trying to trick me, of course."
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
"Thank you, my good sir." Shale's eyes sparkle at the mention of the whiskey. "That sounds good to me... And my offer still stands. You are welcome to partake in the feast. Something to fortify your mind and body. May be helpful if any of those undead actually come knocking on your door." He shoots Squiggles a look.
"Ale for the goblin, if only to stop his incessant ranting. And the whisky sounds delightful my friend, how much for the whole bottle?"
Balian slips into the chair next to Brix at the bar, and nods in the direction of the half-orcs at the back.
At the offer to share the feast, Rhogar grunts. "We'll see how it looks. More importantly, how it smells."
When Balian asks about the bottle you see his lips curl into a small smile. "The bottle? What's left of it that is? That'll be 60 gold. I'll tell you what: I'll have a drink with you and I'll throw in the goblin's ale for free."
After rummaging around the bar for a minute, Rhogar brings over an ornate looking glass bottle filled with the reddish-brown liquor and six glasses, which he begins filling and distributing, keeping one for himself, and a metal stein filled with ale, which he places in front of Brix. He raises his glass, "To ending this undead menace once and for all!"
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
BRIX
As soon as the stein is placed in front of him, Brix quickly grabs it and begins guzzling it down, spilling a great deal of it on much of his person. He rather rudely forgoes the toast, caring only about satisfying his thirst. He slams it down back onto the bar counter, drunkenly saying "MUCH THANKS, DRAGONBORN!"
"Or to dying a horrible death in the process!"
Balian takes a sip of the whisky and shuts his eyes, letting the warmth reach his toes before raising the glass appreciatively in Rhogar's direction. Rummaging through a pocket, he brings out a small purse, quickly counts the number of coins it contains, pockets a few, and slides it towards Rhogar.
"Well if it means we get our feast, fine. I'm sorry for trying to take advantage of my superior intellect." He then starts humming a well known folk tune called 'Be wary the Wizard'
Taking a drink, Squiggles closes his eyes. "Quite good, actually"
I assume Shale casts Heroes' Feast and you hang out for an hour and a bit eating it. You can count this as a short rest. Go ahead and RP / discuss whatever you'd be discussing during the hour. When you're ready to move on, just let me know.
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
(Out of town and will be back tomorrow night. Posting will be limited.)
Shale downs his drink in one gulp and begins the casting for hero's feast. The spread mostly consists of a variety game meats - deer, boar, turkey, salmon. There won't be salads found, but a selection of hearty root vegetables and winter squashes.
HP increase 11
BRIX
Heroes' Feast HP Increase: 15
With just enough food in his belly and drink in his gut, Brix merrily hops off his barstool to find the latrine. As he makes his way from the table, he yells, "You know, never regretted coming along with you lot. Never doubted it for one second! Free food? FREE ALE? And the promise of treasure? I swear to you all that should any of you fall in the upcoming battle, I will do my best to spend your share of the treasure buying only the finest of ale."
Balian's Heroes Feat HP Increase: 5
Balian watches the goblin leave the bar and sighs contentedly as the noise level suddenly drops significantly.
Pushing his plate of half-eaten food away from him, he ponders their options out loud "I think we should talk to the temple of Kelemvor first. If they don't let us in, then we go through the sewers as that aarakocra suggested. Thoughts?"