As the table falls silent, you all hear a tapping sound and turn to see Davil tapping a fork on the table while watching with such intensity that it's a bit unnerving.
"You all appear to be far less... in sync that what I had been lead to believe. And yet you've already done more than most adventuring groups around here. If you were all to get on the same page you could become quite the force in this city."
"Lady Starcaller, I've told you what I know about the other Zhent faction and what I know about this murderer. If you've had other questions, I must have missed them in the commotion."
"Master Sunstar, I'm sure you realize that I too have fey heritage, and the thought of someone murdering my own kin and cousins simply for their race disturbs me. I've not tasked Elon with this job to help the city watch. It's simply a fact that once he catches this murderer he will have helped them because they seem unable to catch the person themselves."
Davil's voice takes a harder edge, "But I must agree with your friend, Bason, here. Some of you have behaved like children today. And you," he says looking to Vassa, "Want to talk about feeling manipulated. What care do I have for how you feel? What control do I have over what you feel? How is it ever one person's responsibility to manage another's feelings? I requested an audience with you to thank you for your help and to offer help in return. You don't want my help? A simple 'no thank you' would have sufficed."
Looking back at the group, "I feel like you all have potential, but you are still inexperienced. I accept that you don't wish to join The Black Network and I bear you no grudge for that. But I urge each of you to find an organization that you can agree with, and have them teach you before you make mistakes that you can't undo. For example, your desire to have one of you play bait for this murder is foolish and risky. A more tactically sound course of action would be to simply hide near the bars and wait for a lone elf or half-elf to leave. Then you follow and protect him. This is much better because the bait doesn't know he's bait so he'll act as he should, naturally. And, should the murder be as quick and stealthy as I believe, none of you will die. These are the kinds of things that you will learn in time, though."
Looking to Kestrell, "The great and horrible thing about the Portal is that you never know what you'll find down there. Groups of 20 have been slaughtered 100 yards into the tunnels by a Drow patrol that had gotten lost, while a couple of teenagers explored down there for days and came back with nary a scratch claiming they saw nothing more than a few slime creatures. Some would call you foolish to want to venture down there. But perhaps it might be just the thing to unite your group. Friendships forged in battle tend to last a lifetime."
"This meeting has taken longer than I had anticipated and I need to be going to another. Do you have any other questions for me before I depart?"
Elon stands and gives a small bow to Davil "Thank you sir for your time" he tells him before turning away and with his hands behind his back in deep thought. 'I have acted shamefully. I must redeem myself.
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Bason will drain his whiskey and stand when Elon gets up. He will tilt his head to Davil and say "Thank you for your time, and I apologize for the outburst....... I may wish to talk with you about an unrelated mater at another time, if that is alright."
Bason will follow Elon out, and put his arm around the elf's shoulder. "I'll help you out, no matter what the others do! Although, it's still pretty light out. Perhaps we should regroup with everyone at the manor to make plans." ((OOC: I'm assuming after meeting at the Manor, shopping, and this meeting, we are into early to late afternoon. Is that right?))
"Well said Breez, I must agree. Light and dark will never exist without the other, it is the nature of things. However it is our duty to bring order to the chaos as best we can."
The cleric finishes her tea and places the cup on the table, just outside of the spill. Looking over at Davil she thinks to herself he is not going to tell us any more than he has, he has already realized he has probably said too much or at least just enough. Speaking up she addresses the Zhent, "Davil, I do say we will meet again. I thank you for the tea and frank conversation."
Phaedra stands, nodding to Vassa and Kestrell. "It looks like this portal will have to wait until another day."
She briefly looks over towards the bar and then heads for the door with Bason. "Thank you for your words Bason.I hope that this little episode has not spoiled your opinion of the group as a whole. I apologies for my part in it, since coming to Waterdeep I seem to have developed a temper. How my mother would be proud" she adds with a light laugh. "If we are to head back to the manor then I will head to the Temple of Mystra first, for some quite reflection."
On her way out the door, Phaedra glances at Elon, acknowledging the elf "Elon".
Phaedra steps out into the street and quickens her pace, head off in the direction of her temple.
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Breez, trying hard to keep up with everything being said but eventually given up, does happen to catch one of the last things Vassa said and addresses it, but not before taking a sip of some water he picked up when entering.
"Vassa, I treat my friends like my family. If you are ever in need, no matter what it is, I will come to your aid. However, to your beautiful song about a world without war, or fighting and people living together in peace... Unfortunately I believe that is an unrealistic vision to see for anyone. It's a needed vision but one that I don't believe will ever be accomplished. There will always be bad people doing bad things, all we can do is try to make it safer for those who want to share in that vision, and if you have my back, I will gladly have yours."
With that mood killer of a speech said, Breez will let out an awkward cough, look off to the side and take another sip of his drink.
Vassa smiles at the practical minded Breez, nodding in agreement as he says,'
"I agree that utopias are unlikely, though few things are impossible in this wonderful world of ours, Breez. However, wars can indeed be averted, should enough people view tolerance and diplomacy as better options than prejudice and violence. While such a vision requires both belief and work, it is an achievable one. Clearly though, goodly peoples must always stand ready to defend themselves against the predations of those consumed by greed and hatred.
Reducing it to a personal level, for example, I'd much rather share a drink with Davil here, or even this Manshoon or Xanathar were I to meet them, and walk away ammicably despite the inconsistencies between our goals and philosophies. As such, whatever our little family may evolve into, I will always be a voice for restraint and consideration when it comes to the application of violence as a means to solving our problems. However, I will always be ready to defend my friends, myself and the things I hold dear... though again, I'd much rather do so with a soothing word than a slashing blade."
Turning to Davil at the man's admonishment of the bard's concerns regarding manipulation, Vassa laughs and shrugs at the man's words, responding with a tight smile and steady gaze,'
"If you say your motives in wanting to catch this killer are altruistic, then that is good enough for me, since our desires are already aligned on the matter regardless. While you owe us nothing and vice versa, I am simply making it clear that should you wish something from us, we would prefer to have ALL the relevant facts disclosed. Though I'm sure that Zhent loan contracts don't come with surprise clauses and such. On this Manshoon and his bloody race against Xanathar's Guild for this fabled hoard, my preferance would be to oppose any and all who would slay and subjugate for their own selfish interests. Manshoon and Xanathar seem to fit that description... but then so do many others whose motives and designs are less clearly advertised. Remaining wary of unknown parties seems a prudent measure, at least until friendly relations have been firmly established.
You are right though, we've been a little boorish, and Bason may indeed be the most sensible among us. We can be a passionate bunch... which is a sword that swings both ways, I guess. Most of us are yet newly acquainted and synergy takes time, at least all the great tales of legendary adventuring parties would seem to indicate so. But you eer in assuming that we would rather let an unknowing innocent risk death than chance such ourselves. Such reckless tomfoolery is an adventurers lot in life... or so I'm told. And you wound me by doubting our ability to sell the ruse! But your words of caution are appreciated regardless. As Phaedra says, we thank you for your interest in our humble group and for your words of warning.
Further questions? I suppose only this; it would seem that Xanthar's Guild is likely located below the city in the sewers, or maybe even beyond, but were we to inquire about Manshoon's whereabouts and machinations, where would you suggest we start?"
As the group gets up to leave, Vassa nods to his companions and says as he turns to follow Phaedra from the Portal's taproom,'
"You did nothing wrong as far I as could tell, Elon.
Kes... I'm all for a little sojourn into the depths, but maybe we should finish exploring those sewer tunnels first, before braving Undermountain? All signs seem to indicate that some degree of caution is warranted... though I have been known to completely disregard signs and other posted warnings on occassion.
Phaedra, would you mind if I accompanied you to the temple? I would ask a bit more about a few things of seemingly mutual interest?"
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Further questions? I suppose only this; it would seem that Xanthar's Guild is likely located below the city in the sewers, or maybe even beyond, but were we to inquire about Manshoon's whereabouts and machinations, where would you suggest we start?"
A look of frustration crosses Davil's face but is quickly replaced by his neutral expression. "Sir, it pains me to admit that I honestly don't know where he's hiding. I have people looking but it's been of no joy so far."
Kestrell watches everyone leave in various huffs, nodding goodbye where appropriate. He finishes his whiskey slowly, "This really is a fine whiskey." he thinks to himself.
A little confused as to what happened, and not sure where everyone decided to go and in fact no longer recalling what they were arguing about he gets a satisfied look on his face as if a decision has been made. "No balls, no blue chips, as Vassa's dear Gran used to say." He thinks to himself and then walks up to Durnan and slaps a gold piece on the counter:
"Durnan, my good man, here's a gold piece. I'm going down the Portal. Just to the bottom, get a quick look around. Then I'll pop back up."
Kestrell cocks his head for a moment, almost as if he can hear Phaedra shouting a warning to him. "Must be in my head." Kestrell thinks as he shakes his head to clear it.
Durnan looks at Kestrell appraisingly and chuckles before looking back around the tavern. "We have us a real brave one today folks! This young man is going into the portal alone." You hear people giving odds and bets being made on the likely hood of your return. Durnan picks up the gold with a smile. "Head on over to the bucket and someone will lower you down. Here's a tip, you might want to hang onto the rope. No sense in letting the trip itself kill ya."
"Young man?!? It's been a while since I've been called that. Foolish maybe. Handsome once. Ah well, thank you Durnan."
Kestrell checks that his dagger is at his side, his backup dagger in his boot, and rapier sheathed. He makes sure he can get to the arrow in his quiver, throws his long bow over his back and pulls out his hand crossbow. Then Kestrell walks to the bucket, hops in and grabs the rope with one hand, crossbow in the other. He nods to the person manning the rope. "Like I said, just a quick peek. I'll be right back."
As the bucket starts to lower Durnan yells out, "It costs another gold to come back up!"
On your trip down you notice that the rope is stained with old blood and long enough to reach all the way to the floor of the dark room at the bottom of the 140-foot shaft.
When you reach the bottom you realize it's quite dark and you can't see anything.
Phaedra pauses her hasty stride as Vassa calls out after her. The cleric turns around, a quizzical look on her face.
"Seeing that I don't believe I have already converted you to the ways of Mystra and I am not an elf or a maid who begs chivalrous protection, you either wish for me to provide you protection or wish to talk about all that just happened?"
She waits just a second for a responses but cuts in before he can, flashing a smile. "I don't normally bite, I would be happy for you to accompany me to the temple. I agree we have a lot to talk about."
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As the bucket starts to lower Durnan yells out, "It costs another gold to come back up!"
On your trip down you notice that the rope is stained with old blood and long enough to reach all the way to the floor of the dark room at the bottom of the 140-foot shaft.
When you reach the bottom you realize it's quite dark and you can't see anything.
Hearing Durnan yell, Kestrell flips him another gold just as his head is lowered past the top of the well. "Here you go...in advance...!" Wielding his hand crossbow again as he continues down, Kestrell tries to look below him, before realizing that leaning over the bucket edge is a bad idea.
Finally reaching the bottom, Kestrell holds still, listening for any noises, sniffing the air for any clues as to what might be around him.
[OOC]: Stealth: 20 Perception: 15 (If disadvantage because of no light, use the lower of these two: 15)
Elon pats Bason on the back “Thank you and yes, we should figure out who is going to the steak out and what our roles will be” Whit that, Elon heads toward the manor. On the way, he remains in deep thought. He has never known so much animosity toward the faction and doesn’t understand it. They have always treated him well and encouraged him to rise up in the world and be the best he can be. Never has he ever felt obligated, only grateful. He vows to himself that although he may not change anyone’s mind about the faction, he can change their view of him.
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A look of frustration crosses Davil's face but is quickly replaced by his neutral expression. "Sir, it pains me to admit that I honestly don't know where he's hiding. I have people looking but it's been of no joy so far."
"Quite alright, Davil. Had to ask is all. Probably best that we don't stumble across the mad-archwizard anytime soon. I'm sure that Manshoon and his goons will surface again before too much longer. Evil is as evil does, as my old gran used to say. If you discover anything further, feel free to send a message our way. While we may not be business partners, we need not be strangers."
Phaedra pauses her hasty stride as Vassa calls out after her. The cleric turns around, a quizzical look on her face.
"Seeing that I don't believe I have already converted you to the ways of Mystra and I am not an elf or a maid who begs chivalrous protection, you either wish for me to provide you protection or wish to talk about all that just happened?"
She waits just a second for a responses but cuts in before he can, flashing a smile. "I don't normally bite, I would be happy for you to accompany me to the temple. I agree we have a lot to talk about."
"Nope, no conversions here. Happy to report that my unrepentant heathenism is quite intact. And while no maid need ever beg chivalry of this hopeless sinner, it's not that either. I just thought that since we both had an interest in good music, particularly that made by a certain stringed instrument, that we might discuss our favorite songs... you know, that sort of thing."
Vassa smiles back at what he hopes wasn't too subtle a cue regarding the topic that he would like to speak with Phaedra about. At the priestesses comment about biting, the usually irrepressible bard almost made a cheeky quip that sprung to mind, but thinking back somewhat despondently over recent events, lets the irreverant words go unspoken.
Durnan looks at Kestrell appraisingly and chuckles before looking back around the tavern. "We have us a real brave one today folks! This young man is going into the portal alone." You hear people giving odds and bets being made on the likely hood of your return. Durnan picks up the gold with a smile. "Head on over to the bucket and someone will lower you down. Here's a tip, you might want to hang onto the rope. No sense in letting the trip itself kill ya."
Vassa is in the process of turning to follow Phaedra from the tap-room when he hears Durnan's shout. Turning around just in time to see the second gold coin flip towards the waiting innkeeper's hand as the top of Kestrell's head dissapears into the portal. The word "Shit..." escapes the bard's lips even as he sighs turning back towards the centre of the room. Walking towards the still moving rope, the half-drow shrugs by way of apology towards the Mystran priestess as he flicks two more gold coins in Durnan's direction, calling out,'
"Sorry, Phaedra. Duty calls. No friend of mine goes into extreme and unnecessary danger alone, not while I have the opportunity to foolishly join them! Adventure ahoy!!!
Ho, Durnan. Descent for another please, my good man!"
Pulling out his flute as he awaits the bucket's ascent so that he can join his impetuous friend below, Vassa plays a couple of soft trilling scales into the yawning hole below by way of notification that he's on his way down.
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Kestrell exits the bucket, and looks around. There are 4 torches mounted on the walls of the well about 20 foot above him casting light in almost a perfect circle around him. But beyond that circle you can faintly make out the corners of a room. As you carefully walk the area one of the first things you notice is that the floor is covered with a thin layer of sand. You also notice dented, rusty shields adorn the walls, which are covered with graffiti. As you start to count them you hear the bucket coming back down and look up to see Vassa riding in it.
Finishing up your search just as Vassa arrives you find that the only exit appears to be a tunnel that leads south from the room.
Kestrell swaps his hand crossbow for his longbow and continues looking around. "Hmm, so far so good. But who keeps these torches lit?" He thinks to himself.
As the bucket goes back up and comes back down he hears the faint tune from Vassa and thinks: "No, it couldn't be.". Then when Vassa appears in the bucket a wide smile crosses Kestrell's face:
"Vassa! What are you doing here? I thought you left with Phaedra?"
Kestrell relays what he has found so far and then adds: "so it looks like the way out is that tunnel. But this is really as far as I was planning on going. Just a look around down by the bucket and then back up."
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"I was planning to have a wee chat about the musical arts with the good priestess, but that can hold, Kes. Couldn't let you dissapear into the depths of Undermountain without me - you might discover a tribe of monsters in need of a stern talking to... and then were would you be without your good chum, Vassa?"
Looking around himself, Vassa will step forward and walk a circuit of the room, closely examining the shields, the original symbols on them (if any), and graffiti before kneeling down to also examine the sand, responding to Kes lightheartedly,'
"Can't say that the decor is to my taste. These walls and shields have more dribble scrawled on them than the Portal's privy walls. And this sand... wait, are those human teeth scattered on the floor? I guess the sand is here to help absorb any spilled... fluids, resulting from bucket related mishaps."
[OOC] investigation check to see if Vassa finds anything of note on the walls, shields or amidst the sand: 6
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"Well thank you Vassa. Yes, the decorating needs some work. Maybe we can have Trollskull Manor's decorators spruce this place up, once we find them, that is. Those are teeth, I don't think they are human teeth."
[OOC] investigation check to see if Vassa finds anything of note on the walls, shields or amidst the sand: 22
Vassa looks through the sand he finds two iron spikes, an empty wineskin, a tinderbox, a pair of pants sized for an adult human, and a hilt from a broken sword. As he's looking around he hears soft, retreating footfalls coming from the north.
"What do you think Vassa? Should we head back up? With only one tunnel out, I guess we know where to go when we come down here again. But I bet it branches off pretty quickly. We'll have to ask around and see if anyone has made a map of this place."
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As the table falls silent, you all hear a tapping sound and turn to see Davil tapping a fork on the table while watching with such intensity that it's a bit unnerving.
"You all appear to be far less... in sync that what I had been lead to believe. And yet you've already done more than most adventuring groups around here. If you were all to get on the same page you could become quite the force in this city."
"Lady Starcaller, I've told you what I know about the other Zhent faction and what I know about this murderer. If you've had other questions, I must have missed them in the commotion."
"Master Sunstar, I'm sure you realize that I too have fey heritage, and the thought of someone murdering my own kin and cousins simply for their race disturbs me. I've not tasked Elon with this job to help the city watch. It's simply a fact that once he catches this murderer he will have helped them because they seem unable to catch the person themselves."
Davil's voice takes a harder edge, "But I must agree with your friend, Bason, here. Some of you have behaved like children today. And you," he says looking to Vassa, "Want to talk about feeling manipulated. What care do I have for how you feel? What control do I have over what you feel? How is it ever one person's responsibility to manage another's feelings? I requested an audience with you to thank you for your help and to offer help in return. You don't want my help? A simple 'no thank you' would have sufficed."
Looking back at the group, "I feel like you all have potential, but you are still inexperienced. I accept that you don't wish to join The Black Network and I bear you no grudge for that. But I urge each of you to find an organization that you can agree with, and have them teach you before you make mistakes that you can't undo. For example, your desire to have one of you play bait for this murder is foolish and risky. A more tactically sound course of action would be to simply hide near the bars and wait for a lone elf or half-elf to leave. Then you follow and protect him. This is much better because the bait doesn't know he's bait so he'll act as he should, naturally. And, should the murder be as quick and stealthy as I believe, none of you will die. These are the kinds of things that you will learn in time, though."
Looking to Kestrell, "The great and horrible thing about the Portal is that you never know what you'll find down there. Groups of 20 have been slaughtered 100 yards into the tunnels by a Drow patrol that had gotten lost, while a couple of teenagers explored down there for days and came back with nary a scratch claiming they saw nothing more than a few slime creatures. Some would call you foolish to want to venture down there. But perhaps it might be just the thing to unite your group. Friendships forged in battle tend to last a lifetime."
"This meeting has taken longer than I had anticipated and I need to be going to another. Do you have any other questions for me before I depart?"
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Elon stands and gives a small bow to Davil "Thank you sir for your time" he tells him before turning away and with his hands behind his back in deep thought. 'I have acted shamefully. I must redeem myself.
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Bason will drain his whiskey and stand when Elon gets up. He will tilt his head to Davil and say "Thank you for your time, and I apologize for the outburst....... I may wish to talk with you about an unrelated mater at another time, if that is alright."
Bason will follow Elon out, and put his arm around the elf's shoulder. "I'll help you out, no matter what the others do! Although, it's still pretty light out. Perhaps we should regroup with everyone at the manor to make plans." ((OOC: I'm assuming after meeting at the Manor, shopping, and this meeting, we are into early to late afternoon. Is that right?))
"Well said Breez, I must agree. Light and dark will never exist without the other, it is the nature of things. However it is our duty to bring order to the chaos as best we can."
The cleric finishes her tea and places the cup on the table, just outside of the spill. Looking over at Davil she thinks to herself he is not going to tell us any more than he has, he has already realized he has probably said too much or at least just enough. Speaking up she addresses the Zhent, "Davil, I do say we will meet again. I thank you for the tea and frank conversation."
Phaedra stands, nodding to Vassa and Kestrell. "It looks like this portal will have to wait until another day."
She briefly looks over towards the bar and then heads for the door with Bason. "Thank you for your words Bason.I hope that this little episode has not spoiled your opinion of the group as a whole. I apologies for my part in it, since coming to Waterdeep I seem to have developed a temper. How my mother would be proud" she adds with a light laugh. "If we are to head back to the manor then I will head to the Temple of Mystra first, for some quite reflection."
On her way out the door, Phaedra glances at Elon, acknowledging the elf "Elon".
Phaedra steps out into the street and quickens her pace, head off in the direction of her temple.
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Vassa smiles at the practical minded Breez, nodding in agreement as he says,'
"I agree that utopias are unlikely, though few things are impossible in this wonderful world of ours, Breez. However, wars can indeed be averted, should enough people view tolerance and diplomacy as better options than prejudice and violence. While such a vision requires both belief and work, it is an achievable one. Clearly though, goodly peoples must always stand ready to defend themselves against the predations of those consumed by greed and hatred.
Reducing it to a personal level, for example, I'd much rather share a drink with Davil here, or even this Manshoon or Xanathar were I to meet them, and walk away ammicably despite the inconsistencies between our goals and philosophies. As such, whatever our little family may evolve into, I will always be a voice for restraint and consideration when it comes to the application of violence as a means to solving our problems. However, I will always be ready to defend my friends, myself and the things I hold dear... though again, I'd much rather do so with a soothing word than a slashing blade."
Turning to Davil at the man's admonishment of the bard's concerns regarding manipulation, Vassa laughs and shrugs at the man's words, responding with a tight smile and steady gaze,'
"If you say your motives in wanting to catch this killer are altruistic, then that is good enough for me, since our desires are already aligned on the matter regardless. While you owe us nothing and vice versa, I am simply making it clear that should you wish something from us, we would prefer to have ALL the relevant facts disclosed. Though I'm sure that Zhent loan contracts don't come with surprise clauses and such. On this Manshoon and his bloody race against Xanathar's Guild for this fabled hoard, my preferance would be to oppose any and all who would slay and subjugate for their own selfish interests. Manshoon and Xanathar seem to fit that description... but then so do many others whose motives and designs are less clearly advertised. Remaining wary of unknown parties seems a prudent measure, at least until friendly relations have been firmly established.
You are right though, we've been a little boorish, and Bason may indeed be the most sensible among us. We can be a passionate bunch... which is a sword that swings both ways, I guess. Most of us are yet newly acquainted and synergy takes time, at least all the great tales of legendary adventuring parties would seem to indicate so. But you eer in assuming that we would rather let an unknowing innocent risk death than chance such ourselves. Such reckless tomfoolery is an adventurers lot in life... or so I'm told. And you wound me by doubting our ability to sell the ruse! But your words of caution are appreciated regardless. As Phaedra says, we thank you for your interest in our humble group and for your words of warning.
Further questions? I suppose only this; it would seem that Xanthar's Guild is likely located below the city in the sewers, or maybe even beyond, but were we to inquire about Manshoon's whereabouts and machinations, where would you suggest we start?"
As the group gets up to leave, Vassa nods to his companions and says as he turns to follow Phaedra from the Portal's taproom,'
"You did nothing wrong as far I as could tell, Elon.
Kes... I'm all for a little sojourn into the depths, but maybe we should finish exploring those sewer tunnels first, before braving Undermountain? All signs seem to indicate that some degree of caution is warranted... though I have been known to completely disregard signs and other posted warnings on occassion.
Phaedra, would you mind if I accompanied you to the temple? I would ask a bit more about a few things of seemingly mutual interest?"
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A look of frustration crosses Davil's face but is quickly replaced by his neutral expression. "Sir, it pains me to admit that I honestly don't know where he's hiding. I have people looking but it's been of no joy so far."
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Kestrell watches everyone leave in various huffs, nodding goodbye where appropriate. He finishes his whiskey slowly, "This really is a fine whiskey." he thinks to himself.
A little confused as to what happened, and not sure where everyone decided to go and in fact no longer recalling what they were arguing about he gets a satisfied look on his face as if a decision has been made. "No balls, no blue chips, as Vassa's dear Gran used to say." He thinks to himself and then walks up to Durnan and slaps a gold piece on the counter:
"Durnan, my good man, here's a gold piece. I'm going down the Portal. Just to the bottom, get a quick look around. Then I'll pop back up."
Kestrell cocks his head for a moment, almost as if he can hear Phaedra shouting a warning to him. "Must be in my head." Kestrell thinks as he shakes his head to clear it.
Durnan looks at Kestrell appraisingly and chuckles before looking back around the tavern. "We have us a real brave one today folks! This young man is going into the portal alone." You hear people giving odds and bets being made on the likely hood of your return. Durnan picks up the gold with a smile. "Head on over to the bucket and someone will lower you down. Here's a tip, you might want to hang onto the rope. No sense in letting the trip itself kill ya."
Campaigns:
DM - Waterdeep Dragon Heist PbP
"Young man?!? It's been a while since I've been called that. Foolish maybe. Handsome once. Ah well, thank you Durnan."
Kestrell checks that his dagger is at his side, his backup dagger in his boot, and rapier sheathed. He makes sure he can get to the arrow in his quiver, throws his long bow over his back and pulls out his hand crossbow. Then Kestrell walks to the bucket, hops in and grabs the rope with one hand, crossbow in the other. He nods to the person manning the rope. "Like I said, just a quick peek. I'll be right back."
As the bucket starts to lower Durnan yells out, "It costs another gold to come back up!"
On your trip down you notice that the rope is stained with old blood and long enough to reach all the way to the floor of the dark room at the bottom of the 140-foot shaft.
When you reach the bottom you realize it's quite dark and you can't see anything.
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DM - Waterdeep Dragon Heist PbP
Phaedra pauses her hasty stride as Vassa calls out after her. The cleric turns around, a quizzical look on her face.
"Seeing that I don't believe I have already converted you to the ways of Mystra and I am not an elf or a maid who begs chivalrous protection, you either wish for me to provide you protection or wish to talk about all that just happened?"
She waits just a second for a responses but cuts in before he can, flashing a smile. "I don't normally bite, I would be happy for you to accompany me to the temple. I agree we have a lot to talk about."
Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica
Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
Hearing Durnan yell, Kestrell flips him another gold just as his head is lowered past the top of the well. "Here you go...in advance...!" Wielding his hand crossbow again as he continues down, Kestrell tries to look below him, before realizing that leaning over the bucket edge is a bad idea.
Finally reaching the bottom, Kestrell holds still, listening for any noises, sniffing the air for any clues as to what might be around him.
[OOC]:
Stealth: 20
Perception: 15 (If disadvantage because of no light, use the lower of these two: 15)
Elon pats Bason on the back “Thank you and yes, we should figure out who is going to the steak out and what our roles will be” Whit that, Elon heads toward the manor. On the way, he remains in deep thought. He has never known so much animosity toward the faction and doesn’t understand it. They have always treated him well and encouraged him to rise up in the world and be the best he can be. Never has he ever felt obligated, only grateful. He vows to himself that although he may not change anyone’s mind about the faction, he can change their view of him.
Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
"Quite alright, Davil. Had to ask is all. Probably best that we don't stumble across the mad-archwizard anytime soon. I'm sure that Manshoon and his goons will surface again before too much longer. Evil is as evil does, as my old gran used to say. If you discover anything further, feel free to send a message our way. While we may not be business partners, we need not be strangers."
"Nope, no conversions here. Happy to report that my unrepentant heathenism is quite intact. And while no maid need ever beg chivalry of this hopeless sinner, it's not that either. I just thought that since we both had an interest in good music, particularly that made by a certain stringed instrument, that we might discuss our favorite songs... you know, that sort of thing."
Vassa smiles back at what he hopes wasn't too subtle a cue regarding the topic that he would like to speak with Phaedra about. At the priestesses comment about biting, the usually irrepressible bard almost made a cheeky quip that sprung to mind, but thinking back somewhat despondently over recent events, lets the irreverant words go unspoken.
Vassa is in the process of turning to follow Phaedra from the tap-room when he hears Durnan's shout. Turning around just in time to see the second gold coin flip towards the waiting innkeeper's hand as the top of Kestrell's head dissapears into the portal. The word "Shit..." escapes the bard's lips even as he sighs turning back towards the centre of the room. Walking towards the still moving rope, the half-drow shrugs by way of apology towards the Mystran priestess as he flicks two more gold coins in Durnan's direction, calling out,'
"Sorry, Phaedra. Duty calls. No friend of mine goes into extreme and unnecessary danger alone, not while I have the opportunity to foolishly join them! Adventure ahoy!!!
Ho, Durnan. Descent for another please, my good man!"
Pulling out his flute as he awaits the bucket's ascent so that he can join his impetuous friend below, Vassa plays a couple of soft trilling scales into the yawning hole below by way of notification that he's on his way down.
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist
DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
Kestrell exits the bucket, and looks around. There are 4 torches mounted on the walls of the well about 20 foot above him casting light in almost a perfect circle around him. But beyond that circle you can faintly make out the corners of a room. As you carefully walk the area one of the first things you notice is that the floor is covered with a thin layer of sand. You also notice dented, rusty shields adorn the walls, which are covered with graffiti. As you start to count them you hear the bucket coming back down and look up to see Vassa riding in it.
Finishing up your search just as Vassa arrives you find that the only exit appears to be a tunnel that leads south from the room.
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DM - Waterdeep Dragon Heist PbP
Kestrell swaps his hand crossbow for his longbow and continues looking around. "Hmm, so far so good. But who keeps these torches lit?" He thinks to himself.
As the bucket goes back up and comes back down he hears the faint tune from Vassa and thinks: "No, it couldn't be.". Then when Vassa appears in the bucket a wide smile crosses Kestrell's face:
"Vassa! What are you doing here? I thought you left with Phaedra?"
Kestrell relays what he has found so far and then adds: "so it looks like the way out is that tunnel. But this is really as far as I was planning on going. Just a look around down by the bucket and then back up."
"I was planning to have a wee chat about the musical arts with the good priestess, but that can hold, Kes. Couldn't let you dissapear into the depths of Undermountain without me - you might discover a tribe of monsters in need of a stern talking to... and then were would you be without your good chum, Vassa?"
Looking around himself, Vassa will step forward and walk a circuit of the room, closely examining the shields, the original symbols on them (if any), and graffiti before kneeling down to also examine the sand, responding to Kes lightheartedly,'
"Can't say that the decor is to my taste. These walls and shields have more dribble scrawled on them than the Portal's privy walls. And this sand... wait, are those human teeth scattered on the floor? I guess the sand is here to help absorb any spilled... fluids, resulting from bucket related mishaps."
[OOC] investigation check to see if Vassa finds anything of note on the walls, shields or amidst the sand: 6
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist
DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
"Well thank you Vassa. Yes, the decorating needs some work. Maybe we can have Trollskull Manor's decorators spruce this place up, once we find them, that is. Those are teeth, I don't think they are human teeth."
Vassa looks through the sand he finds two iron spikes, an empty wineskin, a tinderbox, a pair of pants sized for an adult human, and a hilt from a broken sword. As he's looking around he hears soft, retreating footfalls coming from the north.
Campaigns:
DM - Waterdeep Dragon Heist PbP
"What do you think Vassa? Should we head back up? With only one tunnel out, I guess we know where to go when we come down here again. But I bet it branches off pretty quickly. We'll have to ask around and see if anyone has made a map of this place."