“Oh... well... Im afraid Chef has finished for the night now..... it is late!” As Arkhan lowers his hood the barwoman’s eyes widen in fright, “Oh my.... we don’t want any trouble gentlemen. Perhaps I can... rustle something up? Would that do?”
(This is the best background ever, I'm never leaving sword coast, I'm never paying for another meal again.)
OCC: Until it backfires :)
"As my friend has said, anything at this late time to stave off hunger till we break our fast in the morning," Syna replies. While Syna waits for the most loquacious member of the group to fill them in and ask about this new source of information, he finds a table to sip his tea and takes out his wooden flute. The notes are long and slow, and speak of loss as the parting of companions lies heavy on his heart.
Serak: Noticeably more quiet than usual, Serak mulls over the events of the evening in his mind. He enters the tavern and sits with the party, finally saying, "Aramil does not seem to be present. Shall we rest here tonight? There are too many ears here, but I have much to share with you all when we're back on the road."
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"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Syna stops his quiet playing and looks directly at Serak. Serak's silence and brief words puts him on guard. Sliding his flute back into his back, he takes another sip of his tea. "A rest would be welcome, and perhaps a laundry. I do not know which is more dirty. My clothes or me. Let us then finish our dinners, get a room and retire for the night."
Having disappeared into the back room while the companions talked, the barmaid re-emerges carrying a small tray. Gently she places several small bowls on the counter. “Here we are now. Nuts, jerky, a couple of loaves, fruit..... I’m not sure what that is but it tastes lovely. Modestly priced too!” The woman disappears behind the bar at Seraks mention of lodging, popping back up with a large book. Flicking through the pages she hums softly, “Hmm.... yes we have enough space tonight. One of you will have to stay in the Kingsman Suite though... it’s a little pricey but well worth it! Let me see....” She falls silent for a moment, staring up at the ceiling. “4 gold each please gents... bed and board” Her glance falls upon the golden Dragonborn, “well except for you sir.... you can have the suite... compliments of the harbour commissioner I’m sure.”
"Much obliged miss. Would you mind showing me to the suite? I think I'd like to get as much rest as possible." Arkhan grabs a plate and fills it with fist fulls of food -- being too picky about what -- and grabs a tankard in his other hand. He looks toward the others, "See you in the morning."
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Gash- Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Syna, not having expended any magical energies and with a heavy heart, will ask the barmaid for a kettle of hot water at last call. Moving to a corner once the place has cleared he will spend the night in contemplation, alternatively drinking tea,playing soft, sorrowful music, and a light trance. The morning crew will find him softly playing, awakened from his trance by their movements.
Awakened by the gentle music emanating from downstairs, Beetle prepares himself for the day ahead. As he gathers his equipment, a strange odour strikes him from his satchel. The dragon eyes he has been carrying having started to dry up and show early signs of decay. Above the gentle patter of rain rumbles on the rooftop. For the second day, the skies are grey and somber over the northern city of Neverwinter. Outside, the northern dock is quiet. It's luxurious vessels still moored in the harbour.
Downstairs the party gather around Synas table, having been brought a course of cereals and juices from the eager to please barwoman. "Good morning! I trust you all slept soundly?" She casually places a small leaf of parchment on the table before leaving - a bill of 12 gold for their stay. "....If there's anything else you need, do ask!"
"Good Morning friends. Let us have breakfast and be about our business. As I see it, we have a list of things to accomplish, and I for one would like to hear your tale," he says looking at Serak. "I hope you have found news of our former employer. The retirement of our recent companions brings him back to mind. I suggest we take care of our recent acquisitions and see to our gear, before continuing our search."
Serak: Greeting his companions in the common room, Serak says, "Good morning! We have much to do today, my friends. We must find this Aramil and see what he knows. Also, the earlier idea of checking the library and old records of the area might be useful. We also need to find a merchant that deals in rare and unique components. Shall we split up, or tackle each task together?"
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"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Syna considers it, "It seems reasonable. Perhaps you will accompany me as we find someone to create this armor, your gift of persuasion may aid us in reducing the cost."
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Serak: Nodding in agreement, Serak gathers his belongings and prepares to head out, saying, "Alright, let us sell these appendages and commission someone that can make Dragon Scale armor."
Serak thanks the barmaid and pays his bill before stepping into the early morning light. The bard takes note of everyone he sees, on the lookout for anyone suspicious, as they travel to the market district in search of a vendor interested in their wares.
Though most of the city is still half asleep, the market stall owners are already busying themselves arranging their wares as the party arrive. Serak is eased by the relative silence, though he can’t shake the feeling of unwanted eyes. For now though, they are clear of any tail.
At the sight of potential early business the first of the traders calls out to them, wary that his voice that will not rest until the moon rises later that day. “HO FRIENDS! HAVE I A DEAL FOR YOU! FRESH FISH CAUGHT THIS MORNING! SALMON! MACKEREL! KRAKEN! ONLY THE BEST FROM THE SAILORS OF NEVERWINTER!” Several voices gradually join the mix as the party venture deeper, the streets soon a gaggle of indecipherable noise. “..... SILKS OF THE SOUTH....”, “.... ONE DAY ONLY!....”, “.... EXOTIC MEATS AND FABRICS....”, “...... POTIONS AND INGREDIENTS! NO QUESTIONS ASKED...”, “.... SHOW HER YOU LOVE HER!THE FINEST FLOWERS IN THE NORTH!....”
Deeper they delve following the road to the second of the cities bridges. Ahead the more successful of the merchants have already opened their stores for the day - among them A few stores perk their interest -
Berevan Family Jewellers - A quaint store with clear windows full of finely crafted chains and necklaces.
Ruriks Metalworks - A smithy opening onto the street. Hammering at a large anvil stands a ginger bearded dwarf.
Devyns - a relatively small shopfront. Outside, a human male hangs up a gutted pig from a meat hook swinging from an awning.
OOC: I’ll let you guys choose whether to go with the market stalls or the stores.
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Serak: Perusing each vendor's wares in turn, Serak decides it best to put some extra clink in their pockets before speaking to the Smith. Approaching the Jewelers, the bard puts on his best face before entering the modest storefront. Greeting the shopkeeper, he says, "Good morning to you! Serak The Skald, at your service!"
Bowing low, Serak produces three diamonds and four jeweled goblets from his pack. He asks, "Might you be interested in purchasing the spoils of our latest adventure, sir? It is quite the tale! Necromancers, Zombies, Ogres, Banshees and even a Dragon!"
The bard rambles on a moment, before finally asking, "Surely you support defenders of the realm, such as ourselves and will give us a fair price?
Persuasion: 20
Insight: 14
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Behind the counter, strangely towering above them, a frail old female dwarf examines a large diamond with an eyepiece. Without taking an eye off her work returns Serak's greeting with an unimpressed grunt, "Good morning Sirs. A fine one for business I'm sure!" As Serak continues, the others can't help but admire the sheer glut of wealth harboured in this small establishment. Jewels and jewellery of all kinds fill the display cases, each more impressive than the last. A bead of sweat trickles down Arkhans back at the prospect. The old woman glances up briefly as Serak places the items onto the counter beside her, "A good price? Let me see here..."
Setting the diamond aside she lifts on of the jewelled goblets examining it with her eyepiece.... "Oh no no.... this won't do at all." With a short stubby finger she points at one of the inlaid moonstones before examining the bottom, "...Shoddy workmanship.... poorly sourced stones.... GAH!... this ones worn away here too... just look!" She thrusts the goblet back into Seraks hands moving onto the three diamonds.
Serak Perception Check: 15
Turning the goblet over in his own hands, Serak fails to see what the old crone is talking about. But again, she is the expert. The dwarf continues, "Hmm... not the best casing but no matter..... slightly clouded..... a blunt on this edge.... I'm sorry.... where exactly did you say you got these from? Shoddy... just shoddy" Sliding the wooden box away from her on the counter, the dwarf seems reluctant to make an offer, pulling at a long hair on her chin. "... 300. Gold. But you'll get no more anywhere else I assure you."
Placing the items carefully back onto the counter she returns to her work, seemingly disinterested in the parties hoard. Serak holds firm. He may not be an expert in the field, but he surely knows enough to understand how business works. The slightest of hesitations as the woman glances away confirms his suspicions.
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Serak: Smiling politely, Serak takes stock of the shrewd old dwarf as he moves to collect the treasure, examining it closely. Acting as though he is preparing to leave, he remarks, "Strange indeed, m'lady... I cannot seem to detect the flaws you speak of. Perhaps I'll have a third party appraise the goods first? Surely, they will say the same, yes? You'd not want word to spread that you are shorting your customers, of course?"
Intimidation: 13
The bard lets the subtle threat hang in the air a moment before saying, "Perhaps you'd like to take a second look before we depart?" Smiling cheerfully, he slowly slides the valuables back across the counter.
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"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
"Could you all excuse me, I do have something I'd like to go take care of, I'll catch up to you later. It wont take too long."
Arkhan heads off separately a couple of beats before they were made aware of the flower shop. He wanders off without waiting for much of a response. He heads to the flower shop. Once inside, he will ask proprietor for some advice. "Excuse me, I would like to show some appreciation for a couple of people who took great care of me last night. And I do think they would quite enjoy some flowers. What do you recommend? Oh. And nothing cheap."
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Gash- Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Beetle stands by watching Serak work his magic with the vendor, hoping they can unload this stuff without too much hassle. He turns to Serak, "I have all the faith in you to get the best price,but you may be correct, we may want to get a 2nd opinion on the goods."
"350." The old dwarf snaps back, barely interested in the bards threats, seemingly absorbed in her own valuables, "You're not a jeweler clearly. There's not another store owner in town with who will offer you more than that." She set down her diamond and offers Serak one more brief glance, - a stern icy glare, "350. Not a copper more."
Arkhan:
"Of course but of course my dragon blooded friend!" The eyes of the florist brighten as Arkhan gestures towards his most expensive bouqets. A tall human. Thin and balding. Tiny rimmed spectacles sit at the end of his pointed nose, "White Roses? Raging red dragonstems? Dwarven Lillies? All in season of course? Or a bouqet of all three perhaps?" Without awaiting an answer the man gets to work, gathering as large a bunch as the dragonborn could possibly carry. "A special lady no doubt? Or dare I say... two special ladies? Ho ho, I'm sure it was a good night indeed."
Thrusting the flowers into the dragonborns arms he briefly stares at the sky, eyes flickering madly, "Two... four.... nine.... minus three...... 3 gold pieces sir! And dare I say you have a right bargain there. Robbed me blind you have!" Patting Arkhan playfully on the bicep, the florist reaches out a palm eagerly awaiting his first payment of the day...
“Oh... well... Im afraid Chef has finished for the night now..... it is late!” As Arkhan lowers his hood the barwoman’s eyes widen in fright, “Oh my.... we don’t want any trouble gentlemen. Perhaps I can... rustle something up? Would that do?”
"Don't worry miss, I know its late. Anything you don't have to cook is just fine. Hard ale and bread will do."
(This is the best background ever, I'm never leaving sword coast, I'm never paying for another meal again.)
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
OCC: Until it backfires :)
"As my friend has said, anything at this late time to stave off hunger till we break our fast in the morning," Syna replies. While Syna waits for the most loquacious member of the group to fill them in and ask about this new source of information, he finds a table to sip his tea and takes out his wooden flute. The notes are long and slow, and speak of loss as the parting of companions lies heavy on his heart.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Serak: Noticeably more quiet than usual, Serak mulls over the events of the evening in his mind. He enters the tavern and sits with the party, finally saying, "Aramil does not seem to be present. Shall we rest here tonight? There are too many ears here, but I have much to share with you all when we're back on the road."
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Syna stops his quiet playing and looks directly at Serak. Serak's silence and brief words puts him on guard. Sliding his flute back into his back, he takes another sip of his tea. "A rest would be welcome, and perhaps a laundry. I do not know which is more dirty. My clothes or me. Let us then finish our dinners, get a room and retire for the night."
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Having disappeared into the back room while the companions talked, the barmaid re-emerges carrying a small tray. Gently she places several small bowls on the counter. “Here we are now. Nuts, jerky, a couple of loaves, fruit..... I’m not sure what that is but it tastes lovely. Modestly priced too!” The woman disappears behind the bar at Seraks mention of lodging, popping back up with a large book. Flicking through the pages she hums softly, “Hmm.... yes we have enough space tonight. One of you will have to stay in the Kingsman Suite though... it’s a little pricey but well worth it! Let me see....” She falls silent for a moment, staring up at the ceiling. “4 gold each please gents... bed and board” Her glance falls upon the golden Dragonborn, “well except for you sir.... you can have the suite... compliments of the harbour commissioner I’m sure.”
"Much obliged miss. Would you mind showing me to the suite? I think I'd like to get as much rest as possible." Arkhan grabs a plate and fills it with fist fulls of food -- being too picky about what -- and grabs a tankard in his other hand. He looks toward the others, "See you in the morning."
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Syna, not having expended any magical energies and with a heavy heart, will ask the barmaid for a kettle of hot water at last call. Moving to a corner once the place has cleared he will spend the night in contemplation, alternatively drinking tea,playing soft, sorrowful music, and a light trance. The morning crew will find him softly playing, awakened from his trance by their movements.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
OOC: Assuming everyone has taken a long rest.
Awakened by the gentle music emanating from downstairs, Beetle prepares himself for the day ahead. As he gathers his equipment, a strange odour strikes him from his satchel. The dragon eyes he has been carrying having started to dry up and show early signs of decay. Above the gentle patter of rain rumbles on the rooftop. For the second day, the skies are grey and somber over the northern city of Neverwinter. Outside, the northern dock is quiet. It's luxurious vessels still moored in the harbour.
Downstairs the party gather around Synas table, having been brought a course of cereals and juices from the eager to please barwoman. "Good morning! I trust you all slept soundly?" She casually places a small leaf of parchment on the table before leaving - a bill of 12 gold for their stay. "....If there's anything else you need, do ask!"
Syna
"Good Morning friends. Let us have breakfast and be about our business. As I see it, we have a list of things to accomplish, and I for one would like to hear your tale," he says looking at Serak. "I hope you have found news of our former employer. The retirement of our recent companions brings him back to mind. I suggest we take care of our recent acquisitions and see to our gear, before continuing our search."
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Serak: Greeting his companions in the common room, Serak says, "Good morning! We have much to do today, my friends. We must find this Aramil and see what he knows. Also, the earlier idea of checking the library and old records of the area might be useful. We also need to find a merchant that deals in rare and unique components. Shall we split up, or tackle each task together?"
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Syna considers it, "It seems reasonable. Perhaps you will accompany me as we find someone to create this armor, your gift of persuasion may aid us in reducing the cost."
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Serak: Nodding in agreement, Serak gathers his belongings and prepares to head out, saying, "Alright, let us sell these appendages and commission someone that can make Dragon Scale armor."
Serak thanks the barmaid and pays his bill before stepping into the early morning light. The bard takes note of everyone he sees, on the lookout for anyone suspicious, as they travel to the market district in search of a vendor interested in their wares.
Investigation: 11
Perception: 25
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Though most of the city is still half asleep, the market stall owners are already busying themselves arranging their wares as the party arrive. Serak is eased by the relative silence, though he can’t shake the feeling of unwanted eyes. For now though, they are clear of any tail.
At the sight of potential early business the first of the traders calls out to them, wary that his voice that will not rest until the moon rises later that day. “HO FRIENDS! HAVE I A DEAL FOR YOU! FRESH FISH CAUGHT THIS MORNING! SALMON! MACKEREL! KRAKEN! ONLY THE BEST FROM THE SAILORS OF NEVERWINTER!” Several voices gradually join the mix as the party venture deeper, the streets soon a gaggle of indecipherable noise. “..... SILKS OF THE SOUTH....”, “.... ONE DAY ONLY!....”, “.... EXOTIC MEATS AND FABRICS....”, “...... POTIONS AND INGREDIENTS! NO QUESTIONS ASKED...”, “.... SHOW HER YOU LOVE HER!THE FINEST FLOWERS IN THE NORTH!....”
Deeper they delve following the road to the second of the cities bridges. Ahead the more successful of the merchants have already opened their stores for the day - among them A few stores perk their interest -
OOC: I’ll let you guys choose whether to go with the market stalls or the stores.
Serak: Perusing each vendor's wares in turn, Serak decides it best to put some extra clink in their pockets before speaking to the Smith. Approaching the Jewelers, the bard puts on his best face before entering the modest storefront. Greeting the shopkeeper, he says, "Good morning to you! Serak The Skald, at your service!"
Bowing low, Serak produces three diamonds and four jeweled goblets from his pack. He asks, "Might you be interested in purchasing the spoils of our latest adventure, sir? It is quite the tale! Necromancers, Zombies, Ogres, Banshees and even a Dragon!"
The bard rambles on a moment, before finally asking, "Surely you support defenders of the realm, such as ourselves and will give us a fair price?
Persuasion: 20
Insight: 14
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Behind the counter, strangely towering above them, a frail old female dwarf examines a large diamond with an eyepiece. Without taking an eye off her work returns Serak's greeting with an unimpressed grunt, "Good morning Sirs. A fine one for business I'm sure!" As Serak continues, the others can't help but admire the sheer glut of wealth harboured in this small establishment. Jewels and jewellery of all kinds fill the display cases, each more impressive than the last. A bead of sweat trickles down Arkhans back at the prospect. The old woman glances up briefly as Serak places the items onto the counter beside her, "A good price? Let me see here..."
Setting the diamond aside she lifts on of the jewelled goblets examining it with her eyepiece.... "Oh no no.... this won't do at all." With a short stubby finger she points at one of the inlaid moonstones before examining the bottom, "...Shoddy workmanship.... poorly sourced stones.... GAH!... this ones worn away here too... just look!" She thrusts the goblet back into Seraks hands moving onto the three diamonds.
Serak Perception Check: 15
Turning the goblet over in his own hands, Serak fails to see what the old crone is talking about. But again, she is the expert. The dwarf continues, "Hmm... not the best casing but no matter..... slightly clouded..... a blunt on this edge.... I'm sorry.... where exactly did you say you got these from? Shoddy... just shoddy" Sliding the wooden box away from her on the counter, the dwarf seems reluctant to make an offer, pulling at a long hair on her chin. "... 300. Gold. But you'll get no more anywhere else I assure you."
Placing the items carefully back onto the counter she returns to her work, seemingly disinterested in the parties hoard. Serak holds firm. He may not be an expert in the field, but he surely knows enough to understand how business works. The slightest of hesitations as the woman glances away confirms his suspicions.
Serak: Smiling politely, Serak takes stock of the shrewd old dwarf as he moves to collect the treasure, examining it closely. Acting as though he is preparing to leave, he remarks, "Strange indeed, m'lady... I cannot seem to detect the flaws you speak of. Perhaps I'll have a third party appraise the goods first? Surely, they will say the same, yes? You'd not want word to spread that you are shorting your customers, of course?"
Intimidation: 13
The bard lets the subtle threat hang in the air a moment before saying, "Perhaps you'd like to take a second look before we depart?" Smiling cheerfully, he slowly slides the valuables back across the counter.
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
"Could you all excuse me, I do have something I'd like to go take care of, I'll catch up to you later. It wont take too long."
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Beetle stands by watching Serak work his magic with the vendor, hoping they can unload this stuff without too much hassle. He turns to Serak, "I have all the faith in you to get the best price,but you may be correct, we may want to get a 2nd opinion on the goods."
"350." The old dwarf snaps back, barely interested in the bards threats, seemingly absorbed in her own valuables, "You're not a jeweler clearly. There's not another store owner in town with who will offer you more than that." She set down her diamond and offers Serak one more brief glance, - a stern icy glare, "350. Not a copper more."
Arkhan:
"Of course but of course my dragon blooded friend!" The eyes of the florist brighten as Arkhan gestures towards his most expensive bouqets. A tall human. Thin and balding. Tiny rimmed spectacles sit at the end of his pointed nose, "White Roses? Raging red dragonstems? Dwarven Lillies? All in season of course? Or a bouqet of all three perhaps?" Without awaiting an answer the man gets to work, gathering as large a bunch as the dragonborn could possibly carry. "A special lady no doubt? Or dare I say... two special ladies? Ho ho, I'm sure it was a good night indeed."
Thrusting the flowers into the dragonborns arms he briefly stares at the sky, eyes flickering madly, "Two... four.... nine.... minus three...... 3 gold pieces sir! And dare I say you have a right bargain there. Robbed me blind you have!" Patting Arkhan playfully on the bicep, the florist reaches out a palm eagerly awaiting his first payment of the day...