"Peace friends, if they are going to kill us we have no chance, and if they let us live we have no recourse but to follow their orders." I should have never come here, this was a mistake. They should just kill me now, what are they waiting for? "Let's all just settle down and see what they have planned for us next hm?" This is utterly ridiculous, just attack and let them skewer you. Despite her thoughts, Alici does her best to maintain her composure and does not reach for her blade.
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Your responses are to Gimble, the orc, and the halfling. Turo departed not lingering to hear them.
"It wasn't a test. Those were assassin from a revival thieves guild trying to move in on us," Gimble retorts. "You call it wait you want, remember it how you want. I spoke true," Gimble replies honestly.
Gimble is being completely honest. From his assessment of your failures to the druids he escaped.
"You two are idiots and need to learn your place," the orc growls glaring at Retiog and Duc. "Do you realize you came to us? Do you realize you live because we allow it," she adds her tone hard. "You might have won that cloak in tbe arena but I'll bury you in it you talk like that to me or my brothers again," she adds with a grimace.
Intimidation 20
OOC: Ha of course!
"Easy, Beryl," Gimble says frowning as the orc.
"Ah they're rightly terrified," the halfling points his dagger at Alici and Nat. "I'd take them on. They're smart enough to know their place," he adds tucking the dagger away. "Stay smart eh," he adds cackling.
"Maybe," Gimble replies. "Let's get a drink eh? Maybe sleep in a real bed would help all of us," he adds moving out of the room. "Come on," he adds looking to the party as Beryl and the halfling moving towards you as if to usher you out.
Nat frowns, not looking particularly terrified. He still chooses to say nothing, at least until they are out of that place and away from the orc and halfling. As they make their way back to the tavern or wherever Gimble leads them, he mutters, not to anyone in particular, Tough crowd.
Upstairs the party settles into a table. The tavern hasn't thinned out and all eyes seem to be on them but a couple of rude gestures from Gimble and they return to their business.
"I have a serious question for each of you and I want you to be honest," Gimble begins pauses as a human woman offloads tankards of ale for everyone as well as a bottle of some sort of heavy spirit that when uncorked burns the nose. She also leaves five shot glasses and as soon as she leaves Gimble begins again. "What did you thinking joining the Order would gain you? I...I am honestly curious of your motivations," he adds next eyeing each of you in turn and awaiting your replies.
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Retiog's eyes go wide as he sniffs the bottle. He then pours himself a shot, takes a sip and follows it by a quick swig of his ale. Leaning forward in his chair, he gives the half-elf a long look before beginning. "The chance to be a thorn in the side of the empire," the barabarian says with a scowl. "The bastards drove my tribe out of our lands. It seemed they feared some of the magics of our shamans and rangers. Spitting curses about being godless savages as they attacked." He throws back the rest of his shot and leans back to listen to the others.
Alici looks down at the table, sipping her drink. "I don't know. Death perhaps... or at least, the death of the girl I was. A fresh start would not be unwelcome."
Nat takes a large swig of ale and eyes the bottle warily before turning back to Gimble. Wealth. Power. Privilege. I want to have these things. But it's more than that. I want to take them away from the people who have them now. The 'Empire bastards'; he nods to Retiog, and then leans back in his chair and grins. See that the wealth gets spread around a bit more. I'm no hoarder. And make some friends and have some fun along the way, of course. Maybe get ambushed, poisoned and blown up a couple more times.
"Vengeance, wealth, and brotherhood are on offer here but remember you're not going to be accepted immediately. Duc won her cloak sure but none of the rest of you have merited the gift. Once you're all cloaked I think it'll get easier but you've seen me. I've been here for a decade and I still die on occasion," he adds winking at Nat.
Just then a person approaches the table leans in whispering something to Gimble who's eyes go wide.
"Yeah uh...of course," Gimble replies as the figure walks over tp Alici.
"You're needed," the figure says.
Alici gets up without question wishes the party a good journey and disappears behind tje bar back below.
"She won't be back." Gimble says with a soft smile. "She's going to be groomed for another city," he explains with a sigh before throwing back a shot of liquor with a grin. "Rest up," he then says tossing a key on the table. "Tomorrow is another day full of possibilities," he adds grinning before bowing out joining another group of boisterous Order members playing a card game at tables they've shoved together.
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Nat looks at Gimble as he walks off, scowls, and looks back at the others. Just like that, eh? Life is cheap on the bottom rung of the ladder. We need to claw our way up, somehow, or we're not long for this world. He raises his mug of ale: To Alici. Good fortune to her, wherever she ends up. He downs it in one and, not feeling much like drinking, heads to bed, wherever that is.
"She will survive." Retiog raises his mug as the woman departs. He takes a drink and gives Nat a nod. "I was proven in my clan. I am not given to being at the bottom," he states with pride - and resignation of the situation. "To a good hunt," he downs his ale and waves the server down for another. He lingers a bit as he reflects on the week's events before retiring as well.
In the morning the party is roused from sleep by a firm knock on their door. The room which Gimble provided is cramped with bunks on either side but you passed a fairly restful night. Outside the door a female voice calls through the wooden door.
"Your master is waiting downstairs sirs. Please make haste to join him," she adds her tone full of urgency before footfalls away from the door tells you she's gone.
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Down stairs at one of the only two occupied tables Gimble is seated with a darkly dressed figure if small stature. They seem tl be playing a card game which Gimble and his opponent seem to be even spilt with winnings. The staff is slow but they're about. A human woman is replacing dishes while a half-elf scrubs the floor near the exit to the street. It's a crisp early autumn morning and sounds of the docks busy with morning trade echo in the tavern below.
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Duc leaves the room quickly, armed and armoured, cloak on and ready for business, she nods to Gimble as she approaches them. "Gimble's probably cheating you know?" She says to the new figure to see how they will respond but there is a lightness in her tone. "Are we going to get a chance to eat before you drag us off somewhere?"
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Of course we're going to eatsays Nat, following close behind Duc but taking a seat next to the new guy. If there's food on the table, he'll help himself, otherwise he'll wave to the staff and order some breakfast. We have to keep our strength up for the adventures that lie ahead! He leans over and whispers theatrically to the newcomer: She's right. He's definitely cheating.
Retiog quickly prepares for the day and gathers all his gear, soon following the others down to the common room. "Where are we going today?" he asks GImble. He gives a nod to Gimble's opponent.
"Gang meet Drake..." Gimble gestures at the kobold. "Drake this is the gang," he adds gestures at Retiog, Duc, and Nat. "It's a little collections mission," he explains. "It's in the city. Minimum hassle, maximum pay off," he adds next with a grin. "Hopeful no deaths," he adds smirking.
"Hello Drake, I am Duc, don't let Gimble fool you, he will probably die..." she then smiles at Gimble, a picture of innocence.
Duc is an air genasi with very light blue skin and white hair that flows as if in the breeze, even when the air is still, she is built for speed not strength and moves gracefully despite wearing a suit of chainmail, although the armour itself is incredibly fine and light in appearance, she wears a rapier at her side, carries a small buckler, a longbow across her back with a quiver of arrows, she also wears the black cloak of the Order.
Nat,says Nat, offering his hand to shake the kobold's. He looks like he's also going to make a remark at Gimble's expense, but his eyes flicker to the half-elf's face, he grins, and decides against it. Welcome to the team.
Nat is a young, fairly short triton with blond hair and blue skin. He has a shortsword at his belt, and you can see a lute slung over his shoulder and a horn at his belt. His studded leather armour is well maintained, and he gives the impression of someone who cares about appearances.
"Peace friends, if they are going to kill us we have no chance, and if they let us live we have no recourse but to follow their orders." I should have never come here, this was a mistake. They should just kill me now, what are they waiting for? "Let's all just settle down and see what they have planned for us next hm?" This is utterly ridiculous, just attack and let them skewer you. Despite her thoughts, Alici does her best to maintain her composure and does not reach for her blade.
~♡~
Your responses are to Gimble, the orc, and the halfling. Turo departed not lingering to hear them.
"It wasn't a test. Those were assassin from a revival thieves guild trying to move in on us," Gimble retorts. "You call it wait you want, remember it how you want. I spoke true," Gimble replies honestly.
Gimble is being completely honest. From his assessment of your failures to the druids he escaped.
"You two are idiots and need to learn your place," the orc growls glaring at Retiog and Duc. "Do you realize you came to us? Do you realize you live because we allow it," she adds her tone hard. "You might have won that cloak in tbe arena but I'll bury you in it you talk like that to me or my brothers again," she adds with a grimace.
Intimidation 20
OOC: Ha of course!
"Easy, Beryl," Gimble says frowning as the orc.
"Ah they're rightly terrified," the halfling points his dagger at Alici and Nat. "I'd take them on. They're smart enough to know their place," he adds tucking the dagger away. "Stay smart eh," he adds cackling.
"Maybe," Gimble replies. "Let's get a drink eh? Maybe sleep in a real bed would help all of us," he adds moving out of the room. "Come on," he adds looking to the party as Beryl and the halfling moving towards you as if to usher you out.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Nat frowns, not looking particularly terrified. He still chooses to say nothing, at least until they are out of that place and away from the orc and halfling. As they make their way back to the tavern or wherever Gimble leads them, he mutters, not to anyone in particular, Tough crowd.
Upstairs the party settles into a table. The tavern hasn't thinned out and all eyes seem to be on them but a couple of rude gestures from Gimble and they return to their business.
"I have a serious question for each of you and I want you to be honest," Gimble begins pauses as a human woman offloads tankards of ale for everyone as well as a bottle of some sort of heavy spirit that when uncorked burns the nose. She also leaves five shot glasses and as soon as she leaves Gimble begins again. "What did you thinking joining the Order would gain you? I...I am honestly curious of your motivations," he adds next eyeing each of you in turn and awaiting your replies.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Retiog's eyes go wide as he sniffs the bottle. He then pours himself a shot, takes a sip and follows it by a quick swig of his ale. Leaning forward in his chair, he gives the half-elf a long look before beginning. "The chance to be a thorn in the side of the empire," the barabarian says with a scowl. "The bastards drove my tribe out of our lands. It seemed they feared some of the magics of our shamans and rangers. Spitting curses about being godless savages as they attacked." He throws back the rest of his shot and leans back to listen to the others.
Alici looks down at the table, sipping her drink. "I don't know. Death perhaps... or at least, the death of the girl I was. A fresh start would not be unwelcome."
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Nat takes a large swig of ale and eyes the bottle warily before turning back to Gimble. Wealth. Power. Privilege. I want to have these things. But it's more than that. I want to take them away from the people who have them now. The 'Empire bastards'; he nods to Retiog, and then leans back in his chair and grins. See that the wealth gets spread around a bit more. I'm no hoarder. And make some friends and have some fun along the way, of course. Maybe get ambushed, poisoned and blown up a couple more times.
"A home, maybe friendship, a purpose in life. " Duc sounds less strong than any other point that any of you have known her for.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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"Vengeance, wealth, and brotherhood are on offer here but remember you're not going to be accepted immediately. Duc won her cloak sure but none of the rest of you have merited the gift. Once you're all cloaked I think it'll get easier but you've seen me. I've been here for a decade and I still die on occasion," he adds winking at Nat.
Just then a person approaches the table leans in whispering something to Gimble who's eyes go wide.
"Yeah uh...of course," Gimble replies as the figure walks over tp Alici.
"You're needed," the figure says.
Alici gets up without question wishes the party a good journey and disappears behind tje bar back below.
"She won't be back." Gimble says with a soft smile. "She's going to be groomed for another city," he explains with a sigh before throwing back a shot of liquor with a grin. "Rest up," he then says tossing a key on the table. "Tomorrow is another day full of possibilities," he adds grinning before bowing out joining another group of boisterous Order members playing a card game at tables they've shoved together.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
OOC: Is everyone good with going to 'bed' and we start a new day with a new party member intro?
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Nat looks at Gimble as he walks off, scowls, and looks back at the others. Just like that, eh? Life is cheap on the bottom rung of the ladder. We need to claw our way up, somehow, or we're not long for this world. He raises his mug of ale: To Alici. Good fortune to her, wherever she ends up. He downs it in one and, not feeling much like drinking, heads to bed, wherever that is.
(OOC: Yes, fine with me.)
"She will survive." Retiog raises his mug as the woman departs. He takes a drink and gives Nat a nod. "I was proven in my clan. I am not given to being at the bottom," he states with pride - and resignation of the situation. "To a good hunt," he downs his ale and waves the server down for another. He lingers a bit as he reflects on the week's events before retiring as well.
(OOC: Sure, ready to move on.)
Floating above the city Duc stays for a while, watching the world as it sleeps before turning in herself.
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
In the morning the party is roused from sleep by a firm knock on their door. The room which Gimble provided is cramped with bunks on either side but you passed a fairly restful night. Outside the door a female voice calls through the wooden door.
"Your master is waiting downstairs sirs. Please make haste to join him," she adds her tone full of urgency before footfalls away from the door tells you she's gone.
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Down stairs at one of the only two occupied tables Gimble is seated with a darkly dressed figure if small stature. They seem tl be playing a card game which Gimble and his opponent seem to be even spilt with winnings. The staff is slow but they're about. A human woman is replacing dishes while a half-elf scrubs the floor near the exit to the street. It's a crisp early autumn morning and sounds of the docks busy with morning trade echo in the tavern below.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Duc leaves the room quickly, armed and armoured, cloak on and ready for business, she nods to Gimble as she approaches them. "Gimble's probably cheating you know?" She says to the new figure to see how they will respond but there is a lightness in her tone. "Are we going to get a chance to eat before you drag us off somewhere?"
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Of course we're going to eat says Nat, following close behind Duc but taking a seat next to the new guy. If there's food on the table, he'll help himself, otherwise he'll wave to the staff and order some breakfast. We have to keep our strength up for the adventures that lie ahead! He leans over and whispers theatrically to the newcomer: She's right. He's definitely cheating.
Retiog quickly prepares for the day and gathers all his gear, soon following the others down to the common room. "Where are we going today?" he asks GImble. He gives a nod to Gimble's opponent.
Gimble laughs.
"Gang meet Drake..." Gimble gestures at the kobold. "Drake this is the gang," he adds gestures at Retiog, Duc, and Nat. "It's a little collections mission," he explains. "It's in the city. Minimum hassle, maximum pay off," he adds next with a grin. "Hopeful no deaths," he adds smirking.
OOC: Intro yourselves with descriptions please!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Hello Drake, I am Duc, don't let Gimble fool you, he will probably die..." she then smiles at Gimble, a picture of innocence.
Duc is an air genasi with very light blue skin and white hair that flows as if in the breeze, even when the air is still, she is built for speed not strength and moves gracefully despite wearing a suit of chainmail, although the armour itself is incredibly fine and light in appearance, she wears a rapier at her side, carries a small buckler, a longbow across her back with a quiver of arrows, she also wears the black cloak of the Order.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Nat, says Nat, offering his hand to shake the kobold's. He looks like he's also going to make a remark at Gimble's expense, but his eyes flicker to the half-elf's face, he grins, and decides against it. Welcome to the team.
Nat is a young, fairly short triton with blond hair and blue skin. He has a shortsword at his belt, and you can see a lute slung over his shoulder and a horn at his belt. His studded leather armour is well maintained, and he gives the impression of someone who cares about appearances.