We begin our adventure on a chilly spring evening.
It’s a busy night at the Yawning Portal. The tavern is full of people, but you’ve managed to secure a table right next to the tavern’s namesake- a forty foot diameter pit that descends into the undermountain.
Yagra Stonefist, a seven foot tall half orc woman who hires herself out as muscle, is in the middle of an arm wrestling bout with a well muscled red dragonborn. Threestrings, the resident bard, is making his way through a ballad. He isn’t entirely on key, but a group of patrons rowdily sings along anyway. At another nearby table, a group of loudly dressed men and women play a dice game, shouting with excitement at both good rolls and bad.
As you all share a few plates of food and tankards of ale, go ahead and describe what your character looks like and what they are doing.
Standobras was looking forward to seeing his sister whom he hadn’t seen in over two tendays, having been out in Ardeep Forest taking in some fresh air. Upon his return to Waterdeep, his father told him that his sister had recently been increasingly withdrawn. Instinctually sensing that his sister dearest was in dire need of cheering up, Standobras promptly changed into his urban attire and headed for the Dock Ward with a spring in his every step and a wide grin on his handsome face. There, he met up with a recent and admittedly quite unlikely acquaintance, a goblin named Gaz, with the intent of enticing Gaz to head towards the Yawning Portal (where he’d heard his sister was likely to be, according to the house servants) with the promise of a free beverage – the type of which one becomes increasingly happy and daring, and some would say (quite rightly so) foolish, the more one consumes. Much to Standobras’ delight, Gaz introduced him to another most peculiar Watherdavian; a tabaxi named Game of Chance! The timing simply couldn’t have been better! And so, with all due haste, the trio made their way to the Yawning Portal.
Upon entering the Inn, Standobras’ expert eye quickly found his sister and he slowly made his way to her, goblin and tabaxi in tow. Weaving through the crowd he made eye contact with the owner, Durnan, who gladly returned his smile – seeing something of himself in his younger years. He also signalled Bonnie – oh so efficient and sprightly Bonnie - with a quick hand sign indicating that he was in need of three of the Inn’s finest ales and, finally reaching his sister’s table, pulled up a chair and sat down with a slight flourish saying; ‘’good eve to you dear sister, allow me to introduce Gaz and Game of Chance’’, pointing to each of them in turn, ‘’I see that rusty is with you still sis, and I also note that not much has changed in my short absence. Pray tell, what have you been up to, and leave no details out.’’
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AC:12 (Chain Shirt) // HP:11 // Divine Sense (5/5) // Lay on Hands (5/5) // Weapons carried: 2 daggers (one on belt, the other at the small of his back under his loose fitting shirt - Crocodile Dundee style baby!) (+5 to hit, 1d4+3 damage) // NOT currently carrying his Explorer's Pack or the other ''adventuring'' gear aside from the signet ring (which is ''disguised'' as a normal ring if one does not look too closely) and one belt pouch (contains chalk pieces, soap, steel mirror and whetstone - all inside his mess kit and wrapped in cotton cloth). Coin on person: 10gp, 5sp, 5cp.
Sitting in the back corner of the third floor of the Yawning Portal sits an elven woman, long midnight blue, bordering on black hair tucked up into a pony tale, in black robes. Knees on the bench, holding them with her arms as they hold up an old and yellowed book: "On the Ordning". Closer inspection reveals a white tattoo under her left eye and adornments on her left ear. A closer inspection reveals a beautiful ring on her left hand on the index finger and what looks like the metal of a shortsword to her right on the bench.
While she may appear disinterested, her foot can be seen tapping to the music two floors down while wearing the bear minimum of what could be defined as a smile.
"Oh brother dearest did father send you to check on me again... Fine." she spoke, eyes never leaving the page, flipping to the next one. "I've been treating a variety of burns after a new firebreather decided to try a new trick. Besides that my duties have had me tied up reorganizing a whole section on giants at the Font of Knowledge, where I found this gem," she says, pointing at the book, "which is quite honestly some thrilling new literature. I've been sorely lacking in thrilling literature ever since I finished reading about the history of devil worship in Anauroch. Does that fuel your curiosity or sate it I wonder?" She finishes, looking at her brother before giving him a faint smile and returning to the pages.
AC: 13 (No Armor) // HP: 9 // Weapons carried: Shortsword (placed on the bench next to her) // Further carrying just the book she brought and a coin purse.
The black steel and bronze figure that stands a short distance in front of Lady Majarra scans the Yawning Portal from the balcony, ensuring that none looking for her approach without scheduled appointment or appropriate social standing.
As her brother approaches and sits, Aegis nods its head.
”Master Standobras.”
Seeing the tail of less-than-well-of individuals, it does not let them pass; raising a single arm and hand.
“Lady Majarra is not seeking new aides at this time. Please standby.”
Covered in slightly more rags than usual given the weather, but still rags non the less (probably fished out of the trash, cleaned and sown afterwards) stands a goblin red eyed and bald of any hear on his head who was shooting a nervous smile, with dagger like teeth, to his feline companion to reassure him, as well as himself probably, that this was a golden opportunity. He then clapped his hands lightly as to break the silence that had sunk in after the lady elf went back to her book and metal humanoid stopped them from continuing, as well as to get some attention, and said "not to correct you living statue but Standobras just introduced us. Pleasure to meet you, I am Gaz, we are friends of your brother here, that catman over there is my best friend. So, what do you say if we get some drinks and a good meal and we get to know each other better?" while trying to move around the warforged.
Carrying only his shortsword, his little coin pouch and his clothes.
Yes. No. Yes. No. No?.. No. He wouldn’t need it for this. He was just going out, yes? Yes it was some strange thing that Gaz had enticed his curiosity with. Some strange fancy elf man offered the goblin free drinks and as such Gaz decided to invite him to this as well. He wasn’t exactly sure what gear to bring with him, hells he was surprised Wol even allowed a night of free time. He was getting far stricter with his training recently.
In the end Game decided on the simplistic items as he didn’t need full gear for just a trip to a tavern, but enough to be prepared for anything as Wol taught him. Finally ending up in his leather armor, designed for movement, but to look more normal then what an adventurer ran around with. Then some baggy clothing over the top of it, the illusion of wearing some hand me downs. A mantle drawn over his shoulders with a hood pulled up over his head, holes cut out for his large years to poke out the top. He’d stash his gear here and there in his clothing, hidden pockets, and in his belt pouch so on and so forth, including a few weapons and a lute of all things slung over his shoulder, before rushing off to meet Gaz.
Leaving the abandoned building, he would meet Gaz at their usual meeting spot, before heading off to meet this elf man. The meeting may have been a bit awkward at first as well… the feline was barely taller then the goblin, maybe a foot taller. Lanky and in baggy clothing it was obvious it was young Tabaxi, not quite at adulthood good handful of winters away from it. The odd thing would be is that the feline had a rather larger blade, not meant for his size but once he had his growth spurt it would be. It looked like a sheathed rapier, but the handle was covered in rags so it would be hard to tell the state of the piece. Probably more so to ward off potential threats then an actual weapon, a bluff of sorts. After brief introductions he would follow their new “friend,” to the supposed tavern of choice.
Game got nervous as they began to leave the Dock Ward into the Castle Ward, while he knew the city and this ward. It was not fond of Game or the ruffians he tended to hang out with. If you where not careful they tended to force you into an orphanage, which while easy to escape, he did not want to go back to one. He was careful to make sure he was at the fancier half-elf man’s heels. As it was more likely to seem he was with the elf man then in this area on his own. Especially when they made their way into the Yawning Portal. The tavern under the shadow of the Mountain and Castle.
Once inside the tavern however, Wol’s teachings kicked in. Game would instantly begin to look for all possible exits, take note of anyone that wasn’t an average citizen, possible hits, possible issues, possible threats. His ears where like radar dishes, scanning this way and that for sounds. Until finally he was led up to what was an elven maiden and a strange… metal… creature? Curiosity got the better of him as he eyed over the contraption. His inspection of what he would think might be a golem, least by Wol’s description of them, would only be interrupted to speak up when his name was given, “Game vill do.”
If he was allowed to take his seat, he would move in and make sure he sat close to Gaz, but still close enough to inspect the golem. Yet his ears where ever on guard for a change in his surroundings.
Game's Equipment Currently: Leather Armor, Rapier, Two Daggers, Clothing, Lute, Holy Symbol, Bag of Ball Bearings, Bell, String, Tinderbox, Trinket, A Mouse in its own personal Pouch.
Hidden Items: Money Pouch, Small Knife.
AC: 14, Passive Perception: 13, Languages Know, In Case Spoken: Common, Tabaxi, and Elven
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"Right..." the Elf says, "Once more you bring strays to ... what? Socialize me?" She looks her brother in the eyes as he sits down. "I'm perfectly capable of finding my own friends you know." She motions at the golem, "Let them through I suppose. And feel free to join us at the table Aegis." She closely inspects the two. [Perception roll checking for weapons and other tucked away things. 18.]
The goblin takes a seat very eagerly, saying "Oh you know, being friends of friends and friends of family still counts as you making friends, right? right" in a very casual tone while trying to spot a barmaid or someone to get some service.
Its not a secret, Gaz doesn't really have anything tucked away, you can see that he is carrying a shortsword, not very special or decorated. With a 25 though you can probably see that he is kindda nervous, just looking at how tense he is, he doesn't seem relaxed even though he is trying to (maybe that is more for insight rather than perception, but i'd say he is that nervous.)
Ira: The goblin is armed with a short sword, but not wearing armor of any kind. He doesn't seem to have much in the way of belongings. The Tabaxi is another story. He's wearing a rapier on one hip and a lute across his back. You catch a glimpse of leather armor under his baggy clothes and can hear the jangling of various items he has stowed away in pockets and pouches.
Some of you being nobility has its perks and you are served very quickly. Bonnie comes to the table carrying the three ales that Standobras ordered and carefully places them on the table far away from Ira's book. "Can I get you anything else? There's a fresh batch of fried fish and potatoes coming out of the kitchen."
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Gaz quickly perks up, marveled by the treatment, "yes, I'll have one of those with extra fish" and begins to drink his ale like a man that hasn't had a drop of water in a week.
As soon as Bonnie brings the ales, Standobras gives his signature warm smile that makes most people - those with any shred of goodness in their hearts anyway - want to be his friend, and nods appreciatively and says; ‘’ah Bonnie, as efficient as always and, like a ray of sunshine through the clouds in a cold autumn day, you instantly warm the atmosphere and everybody’s spirits by your mere presence and, yes, we would indeed like some of that fried fish and potatoes you mention oh, and please, I’d really appreciate it if you could accommodate my good friend here and go ‘’heavy’’ on the fish.’’
As soon as Bonnie walks away, he’ll turn to Ira; to ‘’socialize you’’ dear sister? Heavens no, I’d never dare such an obvious stratagem. Instead, seeing as I’m acutely aware of your insatiable thirst for knowledge, I merely endeavour to help you in your quest for such, especially the tangible sort that books simply cannot do justice. Hence, I bring to you two absolutely delightful specimens for you to query to your heart’s content. I believe they’re both good sorts, despite less fortunate upbringings that ours, so please, do give them a chance. I think you’ll be happily surprised at what you may learn.
As for you my dear friends, I simply ask that you humour my sister and do your best to answer what is likely to be a torrent of questions, some of which may be uncomfortable. For this favour, you may eat and drink away as much as you desire, courtesy of House Majarra.
AC:12 (Chain Shirt) // HP:11 // Divine Sense (5/5) // Lay on Hands (5/5)
Items carried: 2 daggers (one on belt, the other at the small of his back under his loose fitting shirt - Crocodile Dundee style baby!) (+5 to hit, 1d4+3 damage) // Neck knife // Signet ring (which is ''disguised'' as a normal ring if one does not look too closely), one belt pouch (contains chalk pieces, soap, steel mirror and whetstone - all inside his mess kit and wrapped in cotton cloth). Coin on person: 10gp, 5sp, 5cp.
Game didn’t flinch at the word “strays,” though it did sour the mood a little bit for him. But he was used to those in higher social standards talking down to him. But, with permission to join he did just that. Sitting in a way at the table so he can sit next to Gaz, while maintain his curious inspection of the strange being that had been named “Aegis.”
His focus was only pried when the drink had been placed before him for him to take a curious sniff at it, whiskers wiggling. Only to veer back and push the mug towards Gaz so the Goblin could enjoy the drink. He knew what the stuff did to others and Wol always discouraged dulling the mind. Once both Bonnie and the Half-Elf male had finished talking, he would speak up slightly, “Milk as vell please?”
Then would turn his head to look at the half-elf once more to focus on his words. Though he continued to listening for changings to his surroundings. While he knew the strange golem was keeping an eye, it would be more focused on keeping the two nobles alive over him and Gaz. As the half-elf spoke, he would begin to go through his mind what he was allowed to give out, what he should keep silent, and what he should be ready to kick Gaz to ensure he didn’t let to much out.
“I vill ansver as best I kan, Lorrrd,” he would answer with a dip of his head. With a turn of his head he would dip it again as he said, “Lady.” Hopefully letting her know he was ready to answer any questions asked of him.
Game's Equipment Currently: Leather Armor, Rapier, Two Daggers, Clothing, Lute, Holy Symbol, Bag of Ball Bearings, Bell, String, Tinderbox, Trinket, A Mouse in its own personal Pouch.
Hidden Items: Money Pouch, Small Knife.
AC: 14, Passive Perception: 13, Languages Know, In Case Spoken: Common, Tabaxi, and Elven
Now, with ale in his belly, a smile on his face and the promise of plenty of fried fish on the way, Gaz nodded after Game took the words right out of his mouth "Couldn't say it better myself, just don't be surprised if the answers end up being weird"
Standobras' eyes grow a little wide at being addressed as Lord and gently waves his hand and says; ''you'll soon find that I don't care much for such formalities Game, though I do appreciate the courtesy. Please, call me Standobras, the same goes for you Gaz, we're among friends here.'' With that, he then turns to Aegis and asks; ''so, Aegis, anything interesting to report? Any gods-awful noises or screams issue forth from the well this eve?'' Whilst awaiting an answer, and knowing full well that it may be very concise or not forthcoming at all, Standobras then takes another scan of the room - all the while smiling pleasantly - looking for unfamiliar faces.
Shifting her position, Ira puts down the book on the bench she's claimed for the evening, revealing in the space under her knees some parchment, and grabbing an inkwell and quill from the same stash as well. "Very well. I am never unprepared to learn something new." she puts down the parchment and inkwell on the table, making sure the table is dry as she moves drinks around. She looks at the individual that was introduced to her as 'Game', "So, who are you Game, to come into a tavern so well equipped. I spot a rapier, and a lute, more about that later, and I can hear a lot of things jangling in your pockets. Furthermore, is that leather you're wearing? What kind of training did you undergo that has trained you to always be armed and dangerous?" She starts scribbling at an incredibly high speed in [[Primordial]].
"As for you, 'Gaz' was it?", she begins, now looking at the goblin, "You're a bit uneasy there aren't you? Tough life on the streets I suppose. Anyway, I'm curious as to what deities you worship, there's not much I've read about goblinoid religion, and I'd love to learn more. You see religion is a fascination of mine, and I don't mind giving out a small reward for broadening my understanding of the matter. In some ways Waterdeep and other civilized cities or even nations have oddly narrow views on what religions are acceptable. They're so quick to label something as a cult, and yet we should try to seek complete understanding on all matters... Other than that, I'm curious where you are living that conditions are so squalid that you wolf down that ale like it could be the last few drops of liquid you might ever taste."
Not dropping a beat she looks at her brother, "You'll take the tab on this one won't you?" continuing to scribble on the paper without even looking at it, the trademark of someone who spent what some would call a lifetime transcribing documents, copying books and writing in general.
She then turns her attention back to Game, "Oh yes, consider the same questions applicable to your own situation regarding religion, but not your ... situation, considering you seem to have a bit more restraint I take it someone has taken you in and given you some kind of etiquette training or at least reprimanded you if you screwed something up, whatever something may be."
Finally stopping to take a drink she begins checking what she wrote so far crossing some things out or correcting minor mistakes. "Oh, and you may address me as Lady Majarra, if only for appearances. Different rules apply outside of the city, but alas, we are well within its walls." She takes another swig, not giving anyone the time to really answer her questions yet, "I envy you for your freedom sometimes Standobras."
Nothing too exciting has happened at the Yawning Portal this evening. No one has paid to get lowered down into the undermountain yet. A couple drunk friends were talking about it, but Obaya Uday, a cleric of Waukeen visiting from Chult, talked them out of it.
Scanning the tavern would be more of a Perception check, but I will say you spot a few men standing close together down on the ground floor. One of them, a human man with a bald head covered in tattoos, is gesturing angrily at the table where Yagra the half orc is enjoying an ale after beating the red dragonborn in that arm wrestling competition.
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Gaz puts down his drink and wipes his mouth of any possible ale that might have dripped or spilled, even though there was nothing, before continuing "Oh, I apologize, I don't tend to speak with nobles often, much less two and their moving statue. As religion goes I'm sorry to disappoint you but the gods tend to not matter to me as I don't matter to them. As for the ones that do matter, Chauntea and Yondalla tend to help the poor and give food away from time to time, but I heard that maybe they are the same person ... I don't really understand how that works." he scratches his head for a second in a moment of hesitation "And yes, Lady Majarra, I did have a difficult life, much like many of mine. I currently live in a sizable hole under a calligraphy shop, I believe the owner knows that I live there but keeps me around, sometimes lets a brush and some paper fall through the floorboards, but I'm not sure if he does it on purpose. I take every meal like it could be the last, more so if it is in a fancy place like this. I really appreciate this, thank you." and for once the little goblin looks grateful for the situation instead of intimidated.
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Waterdeep Dragon Heist Yo - Coming soon to a place near you!
*This is a private game not a recruitment thread
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
17th day of Ches, 1492 DR
We begin our adventure on a chilly spring evening.
It’s a busy night at the Yawning Portal. The tavern is full of people, but you’ve managed to secure a table right next to the tavern’s namesake- a forty foot diameter pit that descends into the undermountain.
Yagra Stonefist, a seven foot tall half orc woman who hires herself out as muscle, is in the middle of an arm wrestling bout with a well muscled red dragonborn. Threestrings, the resident bard, is making his way through a ballad. He isn’t entirely on key, but a group of patrons rowdily sings along anyway. At another nearby table, a group of loudly dressed men and women play a dice game, shouting with excitement at both good rolls and bad.
As you all share a few plates of food and tankards of ale, go ahead and describe what your character looks like and what they are doing.
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
Standobras was looking forward to seeing his sister whom he hadn’t seen in over two tendays, having been out in Ardeep Forest taking in some fresh air. Upon his return to Waterdeep, his father told him that his sister had recently been increasingly withdrawn. Instinctually sensing that his sister dearest was in dire need of cheering up, Standobras promptly changed into his urban attire and headed for the Dock Ward with a spring in his every step and a wide grin on his handsome face. There, he met up with a recent and admittedly quite unlikely acquaintance, a goblin named Gaz, with the intent of enticing Gaz to head towards the Yawning Portal (where he’d heard his sister was likely to be, according to the house servants) with the promise of a free beverage – the type of which one becomes increasingly happy and daring, and some would say (quite rightly so) foolish, the more one consumes. Much to Standobras’ delight, Gaz introduced him to another most peculiar Watherdavian; a tabaxi named Game of Chance! The timing simply couldn’t have been better! And so, with all due haste, the trio made their way to the Yawning Portal.
Upon entering the Inn, Standobras’ expert eye quickly found his sister and he slowly made his way to her, goblin and tabaxi in tow. Weaving through the crowd he made eye contact with the owner, Durnan, who gladly returned his smile – seeing something of himself in his younger years. He also signalled Bonnie – oh so efficient and sprightly Bonnie - with a quick hand sign indicating that he was in need of three of the Inn’s finest ales and, finally reaching his sister’s table, pulled up a chair and sat down with a slight flourish saying; ‘’good eve to you dear sister, allow me to introduce Gaz and Game of Chance’’, pointing to each of them in turn, ‘’I see that rusty is with you still sis, and I also note that not much has changed in my short absence. Pray tell, what have you been up to, and leave no details out.’’
Jackie, I will include Standobras' current status info in the spoiler tab below. Please let me know if you like this or not.
AC:12 (Chain Shirt) // HP:11 // Divine Sense (5/5) // Lay on Hands (5/5) // Weapons carried: 2 daggers (one on belt, the other at the small of his back under his loose fitting shirt - Crocodile Dundee style baby!) (+5 to hit, 1d4+3 damage) // NOT currently carrying his Explorer's Pack or the other ''adventuring'' gear aside from the signet ring (which is ''disguised'' as a normal ring if one does not look too closely) and one belt pouch (contains chalk pieces, soap, steel mirror and whetstone - all inside his mess kit and wrapped in cotton cloth). Coin on person: 10gp, 5sp, 5cp.
Sitting in the back corner of the third floor of the Yawning Portal sits an elven woman, long midnight blue, bordering on black hair tucked up into a pony tale, in black robes. Knees on the bench, holding them with her arms as they hold up an old and yellowed book: "On the Ordning". Closer inspection reveals a white tattoo under her left eye and adornments on her left ear. A closer inspection reveals a beautiful ring on her left hand on the index finger and what looks like the metal of a shortsword to her right on the bench.
While she may appear disinterested, her foot can be seen tapping to the music two floors down while wearing the bear minimum of what could be defined as a smile.
"Oh brother dearest did father send you to check on me again... Fine." she spoke, eyes never leaving the page, flipping to the next one. "I've been treating a variety of burns after a new firebreather decided to try a new trick. Besides that my duties have had me tied up reorganizing a whole section on giants at the Font of Knowledge, where I found this gem," she says, pointing at the book, "which is quite honestly some thrilling new literature. I've been sorely lacking in thrilling literature ever since I finished reading about the history of devil worship in Anauroch. Does that fuel your curiosity or sate it I wonder?" She finishes, looking at her brother before giving him a faint smile and returning to the pages.
The black steel and bronze figure that stands a short distance in front of Lady Majarra scans the Yawning Portal from the balcony, ensuring that none looking for her approach without scheduled appointment or appropriate social standing.
As her brother approaches and sits, Aegis nods its head.
”Master Standobras.”
Seeing the tail of less-than-well-of individuals, it does not let them pass; raising a single arm and hand.
“Lady Majarra is not seeking new aides at this time. Please standby.”
It waits, arm raised, for instruction.
Covered in slightly more rags than usual given the weather, but still rags non the less (probably fished out of the trash, cleaned and sown afterwards) stands a goblin red eyed and bald of any hear on his head who was shooting a nervous smile, with dagger like teeth, to his feline companion to reassure him, as well as himself probably, that this was a golden opportunity. He then clapped his hands lightly as to break the silence that had sunk in after the lady elf went back to her book and metal humanoid stopped them from continuing, as well as to get some attention, and said "not to correct you living statue but Standobras just introduced us. Pleasure to meet you, I am Gaz, we are friends of your brother here, that catman over there is my best friend. So, what do you say if we get some drinks and a good meal and we get to know each other better?" while trying to move around the warforged.
Carrying only his shortsword, his little coin pouch and his clothes.
Yes. No. Yes. No. No?.. No. He wouldn’t need it for this. He was just going out, yes? Yes it was some strange thing that Gaz had enticed his curiosity with. Some strange fancy elf man offered the goblin free drinks and as such Gaz decided to invite him to this as well. He wasn’t exactly sure what gear to bring with him, hells he was surprised Wol even allowed a night of free time. He was getting far stricter with his training recently.
In the end Game decided on the simplistic items as he didn’t need full gear for just a trip to a tavern, but enough to be prepared for anything as Wol taught him. Finally ending up in his leather armor, designed for movement, but to look more normal then what an adventurer ran around with. Then some baggy clothing over the top of it, the illusion of wearing some hand me downs. A mantle drawn over his shoulders with a hood pulled up over his head, holes cut out for his large years to poke out the top. He’d stash his gear here and there in his clothing, hidden pockets, and in his belt pouch so on and so forth, including a few weapons and a lute of all things slung over his shoulder, before rushing off to meet Gaz.
Leaving the abandoned building, he would meet Gaz at their usual meeting spot, before heading off to meet this elf man. The meeting may have been a bit awkward at first as well… the feline was barely taller then the goblin, maybe a foot taller. Lanky and in baggy clothing it was obvious it was young Tabaxi, not quite at adulthood good handful of winters away from it. The odd thing would be is that the feline had a rather larger blade, not meant for his size but once he had his growth spurt it would be. It looked like a sheathed rapier, but the handle was covered in rags so it would be hard to tell the state of the piece. Probably more so to ward off potential threats then an actual weapon, a bluff of sorts. After brief introductions he would follow their new “friend,” to the supposed tavern of choice.
Game got nervous as they began to leave the Dock Ward into the Castle Ward, while he knew the city and this ward. It was not fond of Game or the ruffians he tended to hang out with. If you where not careful they tended to force you into an orphanage, which while easy to escape, he did not want to go back to one. He was careful to make sure he was at the fancier half-elf man’s heels. As it was more likely to seem he was with the elf man then in this area on his own. Especially when they made their way into the Yawning Portal. The tavern under the shadow of the Mountain and Castle.
Once inside the tavern however, Wol’s teachings kicked in. Game would instantly begin to look for all possible exits, take note of anyone that wasn’t an average citizen, possible hits, possible issues, possible threats. His ears where like radar dishes, scanning this way and that for sounds. Until finally he was led up to what was an elven maiden and a strange… metal… creature? Curiosity got the better of him as he eyed over the contraption. His inspection of what he would think might be a golem, least by Wol’s description of them, would only be interrupted to speak up when his name was given, “Game vill do.”
If he was allowed to take his seat, he would move in and make sure he sat close to Gaz, but still close enough to inspect the golem. Yet his ears where ever on guard for a change in his surroundings.
Game's Equipment Currently: Leather Armor, Rapier, Two Daggers, Clothing, Lute, Holy Symbol, Bag of Ball Bearings, Bell, String, Tinderbox, Trinket, A Mouse in its own personal Pouch.
Hidden Items: Money Pouch, Small Knife.
AC: 14, Passive Perception: 13, Languages Know, In Case Spoken: Common, Tabaxi, and Elven
"Right..." the Elf says, "Once more you bring strays to ... what? Socialize me?" She looks her brother in the eyes as he sits down. "I'm perfectly capable of finding my own friends you know." She motions at the golem, "Let them through I suppose. And feel free to join us at the table Aegis." She closely inspects the two. [Perception roll checking for weapons and other tucked away things. 18.]
“As you will, ma’am.”
Aegis drops its arm and stands closer to the table to hear the discussion, but remains scanning the tavern.
The goblin takes a seat very eagerly, saying "Oh you know, being friends of friends and friends of family still counts as you making friends, right? right" in a very casual tone while trying to spot a barmaid or someone to get some service.
Its not a secret, Gaz doesn't really have anything tucked away, you can see that he is carrying a shortsword, not very special or decorated. With a 25 though you can probably see that he is kindda nervous, just looking at how tense he is, he doesn't seem relaxed even though he is trying to (maybe that is more for insight rather than perception, but i'd say he is that nervous.)
(Wooooo Nat 20 on the first roll!)
Ira: The goblin is armed with a short sword, but not wearing armor of any kind. He doesn't seem to have much in the way of belongings. The Tabaxi is another story. He's wearing a rapier on one hip and a lute across his back. You catch a glimpse of leather armor under his baggy clothes and can hear the jangling of various items he has stowed away in pockets and pouches.
Some of you being nobility has its perks and you are served very quickly. Bonnie comes to the table carrying the three ales that Standobras ordered and carefully places them on the table far away from Ira's book. "Can I get you anything else? There's a fresh batch of fried fish and potatoes coming out of the kitchen."
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
Gaz quickly perks up, marveled by the treatment, "yes, I'll have one of those with extra fish" and begins to drink his ale like a man that hasn't had a drop of water in a week.
As soon as Bonnie brings the ales, Standobras gives his signature warm smile that makes most people - those with any shred of goodness in their hearts anyway - want to be his friend, and nods appreciatively and says; ‘’ah Bonnie, as efficient as always and, like a ray of sunshine through the clouds in a cold autumn day, you instantly warm the atmosphere and everybody’s spirits by your mere presence and, yes, we would indeed like some of that fried fish and potatoes you mention oh, and please, I’d really appreciate it if you could accommodate my good friend here and go ‘’heavy’’ on the fish.’’
As soon as Bonnie walks away, he’ll turn to Ira; to ‘’socialize you’’ dear sister? Heavens no, I’d never dare such an obvious stratagem. Instead, seeing as I’m acutely aware of your insatiable thirst for knowledge, I merely endeavour to help you in your quest for such, especially the tangible sort that books simply cannot do justice. Hence, I bring to you two absolutely delightful specimens for you to query to your heart’s content. I believe they’re both good sorts, despite less fortunate upbringings that ours, so please, do give them a chance. I think you’ll be happily surprised at what you may learn.
As for you my dear friends, I simply ask that you humour my sister and do your best to answer what is likely to be a torrent of questions, some of which may be uncomfortable. For this favour, you may eat and drink away as much as you desire, courtesy of House Majarra.
AC:12 (Chain Shirt) // HP:11 // Divine Sense (5/5) // Lay on Hands (5/5)
Items carried: 2 daggers (one on belt, the other at the small of his back under his loose fitting shirt - Crocodile Dundee style baby!) (+5 to hit, 1d4+3 damage) // Neck knife // Signet ring (which is ''disguised'' as a normal ring if one does not look too closely), one belt pouch (contains chalk pieces, soap, steel mirror and whetstone - all inside his mess kit and wrapped in cotton cloth). Coin on person: 10gp, 5sp, 5cp.
Game didn’t flinch at the word “strays,” though it did sour the mood a little bit for him. But he was used to those in higher social standards talking down to him. But, with permission to join he did just that. Sitting in a way at the table so he can sit next to Gaz, while maintain his curious inspection of the strange being that had been named “Aegis.”
His focus was only pried when the drink had been placed before him for him to take a curious sniff at it, whiskers wiggling. Only to veer back and push the mug towards Gaz so the Goblin could enjoy the drink. He knew what the stuff did to others and Wol always discouraged dulling the mind. Once both Bonnie and the Half-Elf male had finished talking, he would speak up slightly, “Milk as vell please?”
Then would turn his head to look at the half-elf once more to focus on his words. Though he continued to listening for changings to his surroundings. While he knew the strange golem was keeping an eye, it would be more focused on keeping the two nobles alive over him and Gaz. As the half-elf spoke, he would begin to go through his mind what he was allowed to give out, what he should keep silent, and what he should be ready to kick Gaz to ensure he didn’t let to much out.
“I vill ansver as best I kan, Lorrrd,” he would answer with a dip of his head. With a turn of his head he would dip it again as he said, “Lady.” Hopefully letting her know he was ready to answer any questions asked of him.
Game's Equipment Currently: Leather Armor, Rapier, Two Daggers, Clothing, Lute, Holy Symbol, Bag of Ball Bearings, Bell, String, Tinderbox, Trinket, A Mouse in its own personal Pouch.
Hidden Items: Money Pouch, Small Knife.
AC: 14, Passive Perception: 13, Languages Know, In Case Spoken: Common, Tabaxi, and Elven
Now, with ale in his belly, a smile on his face and the promise of plenty of fried fish on the way, Gaz nodded after Game took the words right out of his mouth "Couldn't say it better myself, just don't be surprised if the answers end up being weird"
Standobras' eyes grow a little wide at being addressed as Lord and gently waves his hand and says; ''you'll soon find that I don't care much for such formalities Game, though I do appreciate the courtesy. Please, call me Standobras, the same goes for you Gaz, we're among friends here.'' With that, he then turns to Aegis and asks; ''so, Aegis, anything interesting to report? Any gods-awful noises or screams issue forth from the well this eve?'' Whilst awaiting an answer, and knowing full well that it may be very concise or not forthcoming at all, Standobras then takes another scan of the room - all the while smiling pleasantly - looking for unfamiliar faces.
Aegis recalculates what it has seen in the time it and Lady Majarra have been inside the Yawning Portal.
Intelligence 11
While doing this he also takes a secondary scan of the tavern.
Investigation 16
Shifting her position, Ira puts down the book on the bench she's claimed for the evening, revealing in the space under her knees some parchment, and grabbing an inkwell and quill from the same stash as well. "Very well. I am never unprepared to learn something new." she puts down the parchment and inkwell on the table, making sure the table is dry as she moves drinks around. She looks at the individual that was introduced to her as 'Game', "So, who are you Game, to come into a tavern so well equipped. I spot a rapier, and a lute, more about that later, and I can hear a lot of things jangling in your pockets. Furthermore, is that leather you're wearing? What kind of training did you undergo that has trained you to always be armed and dangerous?" She starts scribbling at an incredibly high speed in [[Primordial]].
"As for you, 'Gaz' was it?", she begins, now looking at the goblin, "You're a bit uneasy there aren't you? Tough life on the streets I suppose. Anyway, I'm curious as to what deities you worship, there's not much I've read about goblinoid religion, and I'd love to learn more. You see religion is a fascination of mine, and I don't mind giving out a small reward for broadening my understanding of the matter. In some ways Waterdeep and other civilized cities or even nations have oddly narrow views on what religions are acceptable. They're so quick to label something as a cult, and yet we should try to seek complete understanding on all matters... Other than that, I'm curious where you are living that conditions are so squalid that you wolf down that ale like it could be the last few drops of liquid you might ever taste."
Not dropping a beat she looks at her brother, "You'll take the tab on this one won't you?" continuing to scribble on the paper without even looking at it, the trademark of someone who spent what some would call a lifetime transcribing documents, copying books and writing in general.
She then turns her attention back to Game, "Oh yes, consider the same questions applicable to your own situation regarding religion, but not your ... situation, considering you seem to have a bit more restraint I take it someone has taken you in and given you some kind of etiquette training or at least reprimanded you if you screwed something up, whatever something may be."
Finally stopping to take a drink she begins checking what she wrote so far crossing some things out or correcting minor mistakes. "Oh, and you may address me as Lady Majarra, if only for appearances. Different rules apply outside of the city, but alas, we are well within its walls." She takes another swig, not giving anyone the time to really answer her questions yet, "I envy you for your freedom sometimes Standobras."
Aegis
Nothing too exciting has happened at the Yawning Portal this evening. No one has paid to get lowered down into the undermountain yet. A couple drunk friends were talking about it, but Obaya Uday, a cleric of Waukeen visiting from Chult, talked them out of it.
Scanning the tavern would be more of a Perception check, but I will say you spot a few men standing close together down on the ground floor. One of them, a human man with a bald head covered in tattoos, is gesturing angrily at the table where Yagra the half orc is enjoying an ale after beating the red dragonborn in that arm wrestling competition.
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
Gaz puts down his drink and wipes his mouth of any possible ale that might have dripped or spilled, even though there was nothing, before continuing "Oh, I apologize, I don't tend to speak with nobles often, much less two and their moving statue. As religion goes I'm sorry to disappoint you but the gods tend to not matter to me as I don't matter to them. As for the ones that do matter, Chauntea and Yondalla tend to help the poor and give food away from time to time, but I heard that maybe they are the same person ... I don't really understand how that works." he scratches his head for a second in a moment of hesitation "And yes, Lady Majarra, I did have a difficult life, much like many of mine. I currently live in a sizable hole under a calligraphy shop, I believe the owner knows that I live there but keeps me around, sometimes lets a brush and some paper fall through the floorboards, but I'm not sure if he does it on purpose. I take every meal like it could be the last, more so if it is in a fancy place like this. I really appreciate this, thank you." and for once the little goblin looks grateful for the situation instead of intimidated.