A large, oak desk sits in in a corner of a small room - dwarfing the simple bed in the opposite side across from it. A older man sits behind the desk, dressed in a plain burlap set of robes that fall from his shoulders. His hands busy trying to wipe away spilled ink that now covers a majority of the papers that were once neatly laid out across that desk.
Another man, younger by about twenty years, but dressed in a similar fashion stands in the room by the window. In his hands is a small tabby cat, it’s paws covered in ink, wiggling against the person holding it. Sometimes a leg kicking the glass window, leaving a series of smudges that obsecures the view of the city.
“It’s creditable. Both the threat, and what we may have as a opportunity,” the younger one says, finally putting the cat down. “We have to do something.”
The older man gives off a sigh as he takes a final glance at the papers. “You’re right. But I don’t want to lose who we send.” He stands, wiping his hands on the robes draped around him as he walks over to the door, letting the cat out. “Find me people who are loyal and would work with the locals there.”
The cat leaves the room, walking out in a hurry. But it presses it’s body against the wall, ears staying pivoted to the open door as it finishes listening to the conversation in the room. It’s pupils flashing silver for a moment, before heading down the hallway and out of sight….
The NPCs
Nikoli
A portly human male in his 40s, who is the owner and proprietor of The Falcon’s Nest. Generally not known as a gossip, but he does run one of the better establishments between the Fisher’s District and the Warehouse District. Has a longstanding history with Cade, and his family.
Curtis Morweather
A older gentleman, born and raised in the lower peasantry of Dunnour with Emund. He joined the Faith at a early, as a way to both get off the streets and try to make a impact. Over a lifetime of work, he has risen up through the ranks and is one of the primary people now responsible for the large cathedral that resides in the Fisher District.
Isabella
A fairly attractive woman in her early twenties, Isabella is a devout member of the Faith and works within the two houses of Worship that are within Dunnour. While not a member of the clergy, she works with records, assisting with set up of the worship, and tends to be inquisitive. It’s rather rare for the Faith to keep someone who has not gone through proper schooling to be welcomed beyond the halls of worship, but there are those that believe there is something special about her. Yet, she has her own eyes set on Yorvalor.
Tharii
Prone to forget entire conversations, sometimes rather aloof, but he’s never been wrong. Tharii - a reddish-gold, multi horned tiefling - works with Keegan in the cities underground. He’s known to be a fixer of sorts; issuing out contracts to keep the city safe when the Faith can’t get directly involved or there isn’t enough time. He had gone dark for a few months, but, rumors are now swirling that he’s back.
The smells of Dunnour never change; the fresh salt air. The smell of fish, and leviathans being harvested for their oils. The choking smell of coal, metal, and industry. And horse. The endless job of keeping a eye of where you step because nobody ever wants to be that one person who slips and falls in a pile. A central main cobblestone road runs through the center of town; starting at the Gate, running to the Rail-Yard, the Rail Warehouse District, the Market, the Wharf Warehouse District and the Fishers. Neighborhoods radiate out from this central artery of the city; the majority a mix of rich and poor. Winding streets that have been rezoned, rebuild, redesigned over the past few hundred years of Dunnour's existence.
Only two neighborhoods exist in true designed fashion; one that contains the Governors mansion. It still pristine and untouched, despite the war that raged for seven years, or the execution of the old ruling class these past two years. Noctis guards keep a heavier presence there, leading to rumors that the Governor is under house arrest, while others believe he sold out the old King, and the Noctis are there to make sure he isn't assassinated. The other, old high class nobility that were able to afford large estates that overlooked the sea, but not directly pointed at The Fishers. The Guilds, the Merchant Princes, the Kings of Commerce making their homes behind gated walls and private security. Untouched from the conflict as well; but it pays to play all sides.
Leviathans (large, monstrous, whale like creatures) hang by their tails in the Fisher's District. Their blubber being harvested to be pressed into oils and waxes, while their meat is a delacy through the Kingdoms. Bones can be harvested into tools and trinkets, a true beast that assists the nation and all of it's people. A small fleet of Wreckers (a large multi-sail deep sea boat designed to hunt Leviathans) rests at the docks for repairs, resupply, and to make and spend coin. Merchant vessels and Privateer (or perhaps Pirate) ships docked along side them, while smaller fishing boats litter the sea. Doing their daily and nightly job to find safer food for the city and it's people. It's within the Fisher district that a large Cathedral of the Faith resides. A grand building made of stone and marble. Stained glass windows, fortified walls that could protect some, and even it's own lighthouse to guide the way to shore. Scaffolding on it's sea-facing-walls currently under repairs from some of the bombardments during the naval campaign during the war make it a little bit of a eyesore, and a reminder that nowhere was safe during the conflict.
Despite the well kept homes, the central markets full of people and live, the city has its dirt. The homeless population continues to grow month after month. The Noctis seem to be coming through the port and the rail, increasing their numbers day by day. Crime is becoming more common. People turning to stealing, racketeering, other deeds in order to survive. In a city that has such wealth, it's up to the creative to profit.
Nestled down a side road between the Fishers District and the Fisher Warehouse District resides The Falcon's Nest; one of the hottest local bars in Dunnour for those coming from sea and the average worker. It's owners and staff known to not ask too many questions - but perhaps keep a few ears open - makes it the place for good food, entertainment, gossip, and deal making that doesn't need signed documents. This early evening was no different; the crew of the Wrecker's having come in after a good harvest, full of coin and wanting to spend and be entertained. The warehouse workers only beginning to get off, heading inside to grab drinks after a long day of processing. The large main room was full of tables where everyone could sit, a bar and kitchen in the back of one of the rooms. Several other sitting and drinking rooms moved off of that main room. A central staircase lead up to a second floor, while a smaller staircase went from the second floor to a private third floor. (The home of those that lived here, kept under lock and key). A stone staircase lead downstairs to a good sized cellar made of stone.
To the side of the wine cellar, behind a door that would be secret if it wasn't so old and kept open, a small room with a table, chairs, a few cots, and a chest. It's the local spot that you all find yourselves going to from time to time. A hideout. A place to be without all the noise. Sitting on the table, a note from Nikoli, the owner. It keeping track of your tab; half in fun and half in serious. After all, helping out for a night or giving entertainment was payment for him when needed.
Today was a bit different though. Between the friends you have made, and rumors on the street, something is about to happen. Isabella was suppose to be coming by to watch Yorvalor. Curtis has been unreachable for two days after his sermons, which is rather unlike him. Seeming to be rather distracted. Rumors that Tharii's return reaching Keegan's ears, meaning a job is likely to be coming his way.
Still - it's early evening. The lamps only beginning to be lit down mainstreet.
What do you all do?
(I want to give you all a chance to have your characters in the tavern, or soon to be entering. Perhaps talking to each other. And begin any sort of investigations on these rumors of 'something being up.')
Cade was staring down at his drink. He was drinking a bitter ale. Every sip he took caused him to shudder. He despised the taste of the beverage, but he thought it kept him on his toes. He sat by the bar. He had been in the same spot all day. Cade was tired. But he didn't want to sleep, he couldn't stop seeing Kol Rainmaker gasping for air every time Cade closed his eyes. Cade raised a finger in the air.
"One more," Cade said almost regretting ordering another drink. He sighed. He fumbled around in his pouch for money. He placed a solitary copper on the counter. Cade knew it wasn't enough, but it was more of a gesture of acknowledgement or respect.
Emund stands outside, near to the entrance of The Falcon's Nest, packing a short pipe with a rich tobacco. The curls of molasses-sweet smoke reminding him of times of excess and temptation within the Faith, and of his commitment to free these sorts of luxuries up for the laborers and sailors that milled around near him. It also reminds him that its been nearly two days past when he'd expected to receive a letter from Morweather. He draws a few puffs, his thumb coaxing a few unruly bits of leaf back into the bowl, and looks out towards the lamps being lit along the way.
Several drags and passersby later, he taps out the pipe and slips it away. He pauses to tighten the thick, red cord on his sleeve and says a prayer, before passing into the tavern. Despite being still relatively early in the evening, The Falcon's Nest has begun to come alive with folks wearing the rosy glow of alcohol, laughing and cursing their employers. Emund notes Cade staring into a pint of ale as he makes his way to their frequent back room. He props his spear up behind the door and comes back out and over to the bar. With a solid pat on Cade's back, he sits on a stool next to him, raises a finger to the bartender for his regular nip of whiskey and turns to face his compatriot.
Elric walks slowly toward The Falcon's Nest, Last two jobs he had were weak tea. He got nothing saved. For pass week these little job won't help near enough. He need coins, He barely got enough for the rent and food ... let alone keep and repair of his equipments... He will be dead in the water if nothing big shows up.
The way it is is the way it is, He gotta deal with what's in front of him. A cheap but filling dinner and some familiar friendly faces would do the trick. Despite the night is still young, the Falcon's Nest has already fill with welcoming sight. Aroma of Alcohol, Food, and none stop cursing you can hear a block away.
After gobble down a quick meal, Elric took his pint of ale and drag a stool with him and walk toward the bar. Where he notice Cade and Emund is at.
"Cade, Emund, its been a while, whats the words on the street?"
Cade winced as he felt a pat on his back. He looked up from his drink to find Emund sitting next to him. He gave Emund a weak smile. Cade was happy to have someone here to distract him from his demons, even though it was just for a little bit. Cade shrugs. "Can't call it early if I didn't leave last night," Cade chuckled to himself. "Shouldn't have said that to a man of The Faith or are you guys too busy touching your choir boys," Cade said nudging Emund. He took a long sip from his mug and instantly regretted it.
Yorvalor is in the back room getting ready to entertain the crowd for the night. He knows that tonight will be busy, so he thinks of more songs that he can add to his routine. Performing at the Falcon’s Nest is a great starting point for him. There is a sizable crowd from time to time, so he’s able to sharpen his performing skills. The fact that he is helping with the room and board for the gang is icing on the cake.
If only the crowd would appreciate some “forward thinking” song selection... He would love to bring his Steampunk Axe and go crazy on stage one of these days, but not tonight, and not this audience. He always look forward for when Isabella is able to come to the Falcon. The sight of his secret paramour just drives him to bring his performance up a notch and get the crowd riled up. He finishes his liquor and gets ready to go on the stage.
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"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
"I'm sure some are," Emund says, frowning. His whiskey arrives in a tiny stemmed glass and he necks it, waving for another, and spinning in his seat to face the the sound of Elric’s voice.
He leans against the bar and tucks the large pendant of The Faith into the front of his shirt. "Yorvalor is performing again tonight is he? Ensuring that the wives of sailors never go lonely while they're off floating.." He chuckles to himself and reaches back for the whiskey that he presumes has been delivered.
Cade noticed Elric approaching. Cade moved a bit to provide some space for his compatriot. Cade leaned back and pondered what was the news on the streets these days. Cade shrugged. Cade scanned the room.
"I think Emund is right, Yorvalor is playing tonight," Cade responded
As Yorvalor starts to perform his routine, he notices his friends at the bar and acknowledge their presence. He’s a little puzzled about Cade, though. He could swear that Cade hasn’t moved from his spot at the bar since last night. He is happy, however, to see that Elric is finally back after being away for so long. He is in high spirits, for tonight it seems to be a full house.
As the evening goes on, he keeps looking at a spot at the other side of the tavern. There is a small table tucked in a discreet corner, and that is where Isabella usually sits when she visits. Yorvalor is getting distracted by her absence, and his performance tonight is not exactly his finest. He’s missing a chord here and there, and he’s even forgetting some of the lyrics...
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Conversations continue to move around, momentary flashes of the usual going-ons of town. Some of the Wrecker crews boasting of tales from the sea in their usual game of one-upmanship while trying not to sound too ridiculous. Given a few more hours, their stories will be fighting of Leviathans with their hands from the sails. Some talks of seeing outsiders in town, but, the usual banter of the early evening along with the strong sounds of a guitar drowning out any details. (Perception roll to possibly hear more)
Yorvalor continues to perform as the night (feel free to make a performance check if you want for fun), but the table that Isabella normally sits... she's sometimes late but... this is... late. There's always a bit of someone coming in after a song or two, but not three. Not her at least.
As Cade, Emund, and Elric sit together at the bar, one of the barmaids passes by. A thread of red ribbon leaving her shirt and floating through the air. It lands on the tip of Emund's glass, before being caught in the smallest gust of wind. Following it, it seems to move past people in the crowd, swirling across the room until it lands on a man who enters the room. Dock-workers hat, vest that's missing a few buttons, with a shirt that has the sleeves rolled up. Set of pants that have some minor repair work done, but his skin is a a reddish gold. A tiefling - or some other kind of 'old world touched' as they're called. Not rare to see in a port city, but, definitely stands out. The figure moves out of the doorway, after he looks around. Hearing the music, he takes Isabella's regular seat, placing a order with one of the barmaids he flags down.
Yorvalor tries to concentrate on tonight’s performance (performance check: 22). There has to be a reasonable explanation for Isabella’s tardiness. Perhaps, there was extra paperwork that she had to take care of today. Whatever it may be, I should concentrate on the task at hand. While singing a song, he tries to listen to the patrons closest to the stage so can stop thinking too much about Isabella (perception check: 12).
After a couple of songs. Yorvalor notices that a strange figure enters the Falcon. He or she, Yorvalor is not sure, seems to have what looks like horns coming out of his head (I am assuming Yorvalor is not acquainted with Tharii). It picks up his interest, then the figure sits on Isabella’s table (performance check with disadvantage: 22. DM’s call :-)...
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"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
As Yorvalor begins to perform, Emund’s ears perk up at the mention of outsiders in a conversation somewhere nearby. He closes his eyes to focus and listen through the music to hear more about who these people might be and what they’re up to (Perception: 19).
Yorfavor: Your playing, despite the distraction, is quite lively. The times a note is missed, the audience doesn't seem to care. The missing words being carried on by the crowd that sings along with songs. Sure, your friends will know that you messed up, but the crowd this evening doesn't. Due to the lively nature of the performance, most of the crowd surrounding you is singing along, or discussing random bits of work. Overall - nothing too remarkable. There does appear to be some folks talking about how one of the Wrecker's managed to outmaneuver Blackscales, a privateer of some renown
Emund: (Just as a FYI, there are /roll commands you can use in browser by hitting the dice icon, and also using brackets around a [ roll ] 1dX+y [ /roll ] just removing the spaces. Attacking is a bit more complex, but basically the same) Emund, you close your eyes and listen. A group of people from where warehouses are discussing seeing a handful of people of unusual garb. A symbol of one black sword crossed with one white sword in a X shaped pattern. It's a symbol inside the Faith; one of the Knightly Orders. One that tends to be a bit more secretive.
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Perception check: 12
Cade is not really paying attention to his surrounding. Mainly focusing on his drink and the company surrounding him. He does not really care about the outsiders that have come in. Cade just focuses his attention on Yorvalor's performance and Cade's own drink
Yorvalor would like to see if he is able to recall more information regarding the Blackscales, and he keeps listening to the conversation regarding the Wrecker while performing another song for the audience.
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
((Yorvalor - give me a INT/History roll for Blackscales.))
Cade: You continue to focus on the drinks. Mostly a weaker variety tonight, or perhaps the barmaid is trying to make sure you keep your wits about you. You overhear some of the general gossip, but nothing quite catching.
(Elric, let me know what you're doing for this segment of gossip and listening to music as everyone gets together. Keegan, feel free to post your own entering the scene and what you're up to)
Yorvalor tries to remember where has he heard about Blackscales. History check: 4
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"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
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Perception check: 12
on Barmaid first.
Perception check: 4
Elric notice the newcomer sit on Isabella’s table usual spot, and Yorvalor's mistakes in his performance. He also wonders why Cade is so focus on the drinks, He nudge Cade with his feet and give him a slight "look over there" signal.
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Cade takes another long gulp. He looks up from his drink and turns slightly. Cade gives Elric a look. Cade looks over to see that the place where Isabella usually sits is taken. He is slightly taken aback by the fact that what looks to be tiefling is there. (Perception:16) "Should I engage with the guy?" Cade asks Elric.
Elsewhere
A large, oak desk sits in in a corner of a small room - dwarfing the simple bed in the opposite side across from it. A older man sits behind the desk, dressed in a plain burlap set of robes that fall from his shoulders. His hands busy trying to wipe away spilled ink that now covers a majority of the papers that were once neatly laid out across that desk.
Another man, younger by about twenty years, but dressed in a similar fashion stands in the room by the window. In his hands is a small tabby cat, it’s paws covered in ink, wiggling against the person holding it. Sometimes a leg kicking the glass window, leaving a series of smudges that obsecures the view of the city.
“It’s creditable. Both the threat, and what we may have as a opportunity,” the younger one says, finally putting the cat down. “We have to do something.”
The older man gives off a sigh as he takes a final glance at the papers. “You’re right. But I don’t want to lose who we send.” He stands, wiping his hands on the robes draped around him as he walks over to the door, letting the cat out. “Find me people who are loyal and would work with the locals there.”
The cat leaves the room, walking out in a hurry. But it presses it’s body against the wall, ears staying pivoted to the open door as it finishes listening to the conversation in the room. It’s pupils flashing silver for a moment, before heading down the hallway and out of sight….
The NPCs
Nikoli
A portly human male in his 40s, who is the owner and proprietor of The Falcon’s Nest. Generally not known as a gossip, but he does run one of the better establishments between the Fisher’s District and the Warehouse District. Has a longstanding history with Cade, and his family.
Curtis Morweather
A older gentleman, born and raised in the lower peasantry of Dunnour with Emund. He joined the Faith at a early, as a way to both get off the streets and try to make a impact. Over a lifetime of work, he has risen up through the ranks and is one of the primary people now responsible for the large cathedral that resides in the Fisher District.
Isabella
A fairly attractive woman in her early twenties, Isabella is a devout member of the Faith and works within the two houses of Worship that are within Dunnour. While not a member of the clergy, she works with records, assisting with set up of the worship, and tends to be inquisitive. It’s rather rare for the Faith to keep someone who has not gone through proper schooling to be welcomed beyond the halls of worship, but there are those that believe there is something special about her. Yet, she has her own eyes set on Yorvalor.
Tharii
Prone to forget entire conversations, sometimes rather aloof, but he’s never been wrong. Tharii - a reddish-gold, multi horned tiefling - works with Keegan in the cities underground. He’s known to be a fixer of sorts; issuing out contracts to keep the city safe when the Faith can’t get directly involved or there isn’t enough time. He had gone dark for a few months, but, rumors are now swirling that he’s back.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
The smells of Dunnour never change; the fresh salt air. The smell of fish, and leviathans being harvested for their oils. The choking smell of coal, metal, and industry. And horse. The endless job of keeping a eye of where you step because nobody ever wants to be that one person who slips and falls in a pile. A central main cobblestone road runs through the center of town; starting at the Gate, running to the Rail-Yard, the Rail Warehouse District, the Market, the Wharf Warehouse District and the Fishers. Neighborhoods radiate out from this central artery of the city; the majority a mix of rich and poor. Winding streets that have been rezoned, rebuild, redesigned over the past few hundred years of Dunnour's existence.
Only two neighborhoods exist in true designed fashion; one that contains the Governors mansion. It still pristine and untouched, despite the war that raged for seven years, or the execution of the old ruling class these past two years. Noctis guards keep a heavier presence there, leading to rumors that the Governor is under house arrest, while others believe he sold out the old King, and the Noctis are there to make sure he isn't assassinated. The other, old high class nobility that were able to afford large estates that overlooked the sea, but not directly pointed at The Fishers. The Guilds, the Merchant Princes, the Kings of Commerce making their homes behind gated walls and private security. Untouched from the conflict as well; but it pays to play all sides.
Leviathans (large, monstrous, whale like creatures) hang by their tails in the Fisher's District. Their blubber being harvested to be pressed into oils and waxes, while their meat is a delacy through the Kingdoms. Bones can be harvested into tools and trinkets, a true beast that assists the nation and all of it's people. A small fleet of Wreckers (a large multi-sail deep sea boat designed to hunt Leviathans) rests at the docks for repairs, resupply, and to make and spend coin. Merchant vessels and Privateer (or perhaps Pirate) ships docked along side them, while smaller fishing boats litter the sea. Doing their daily and nightly job to find safer food for the city and it's people. It's within the Fisher district that a large Cathedral of the Faith resides. A grand building made of stone and marble. Stained glass windows, fortified walls that could protect some, and even it's own lighthouse to guide the way to shore. Scaffolding on it's sea-facing-walls currently under repairs from some of the bombardments during the naval campaign during the war make it a little bit of a eyesore, and a reminder that nowhere was safe during the conflict.
Despite the well kept homes, the central markets full of people and live, the city has its dirt. The homeless population continues to grow month after month. The Noctis seem to be coming through the port and the rail, increasing their numbers day by day. Crime is becoming more common. People turning to stealing, racketeering, other deeds in order to survive. In a city that has such wealth, it's up to the creative to profit.
Nestled down a side road between the Fishers District and the Fisher Warehouse District resides The Falcon's Nest; one of the hottest local bars in Dunnour for those coming from sea and the average worker. It's owners and staff known to not ask too many questions - but perhaps keep a few ears open - makes it the place for good food, entertainment, gossip, and deal making that doesn't need signed documents. This early evening was no different; the crew of the Wrecker's having come in after a good harvest, full of coin and wanting to spend and be entertained. The warehouse workers only beginning to get off, heading inside to grab drinks after a long day of processing. The large main room was full of tables where everyone could sit, a bar and kitchen in the back of one of the rooms. Several other sitting and drinking rooms moved off of that main room. A central staircase lead up to a second floor, while a smaller staircase went from the second floor to a private third floor. (The home of those that lived here, kept under lock and key). A stone staircase lead downstairs to a good sized cellar made of stone.
To the side of the wine cellar, behind a door that would be secret if it wasn't so old and kept open, a small room with a table, chairs, a few cots, and a chest. It's the local spot that you all find yourselves going to from time to time. A hideout. A place to be without all the noise. Sitting on the table, a note from Nikoli, the owner. It keeping track of your tab; half in fun and half in serious. After all, helping out for a night or giving entertainment was payment for him when needed.
Today was a bit different though. Between the friends you have made, and rumors on the street, something is about to happen. Isabella was suppose to be coming by to watch Yorvalor. Curtis has been unreachable for two days after his sermons, which is rather unlike him. Seeming to be rather distracted. Rumors that Tharii's return reaching Keegan's ears, meaning a job is likely to be coming his way.
Still - it's early evening. The lamps only beginning to be lit down mainstreet.
What do you all do?
(I want to give you all a chance to have your characters in the tavern, or soon to be entering. Perhaps talking to each other. And begin any sort of investigations on these rumors of 'something being up.')
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Cade was staring down at his drink. He was drinking a bitter ale. Every sip he took caused him to shudder. He despised the taste of the beverage, but he thought it kept him on his toes. He sat by the bar. He had been in the same spot all day. Cade was tired. But he didn't want to sleep, he couldn't stop seeing Kol Rainmaker gasping for air every time Cade closed his eyes. Cade raised a finger in the air.
"One more," Cade said almost regretting ordering another drink. He sighed. He fumbled around in his pouch for money. He placed a solitary copper on the counter. Cade knew it wasn't enough, but it was more of a gesture of acknowledgement or respect.
Emund stands outside, near to the entrance of The Falcon's Nest, packing a short pipe with a rich tobacco. The curls of molasses-sweet smoke reminding him of times of excess and temptation within the Faith, and of his commitment to free these sorts of luxuries up for the laborers and sailors that milled around near him. It also reminds him that its been nearly two days past when he'd expected to receive a letter from Morweather. He draws a few puffs, his thumb coaxing a few unruly bits of leaf back into the bowl, and looks out towards the lamps being lit along the way.
Several drags and passersby later, he taps out the pipe and slips it away. He pauses to tighten the thick, red cord on his sleeve and says a prayer, before passing into the tavern. Despite being still relatively early in the evening, The Falcon's Nest has begun to come alive with folks wearing the rosy glow of alcohol, laughing and cursing their employers. Emund notes Cade staring into a pint of ale as he makes his way to their frequent back room. He props his spear up behind the door and comes back out and over to the bar. With a solid pat on Cade's back, he sits on a stool next to him, raises a finger to the bartender for his regular nip of whiskey and turns to face his compatriot.
"Guzzling early, is it?"
Elric walks slowly toward The Falcon's Nest, Last two jobs he had were weak tea. He got nothing saved. For pass week these little job won't help near enough. He need coins, He barely got enough for the rent and food ... let alone keep and repair of his equipments... He will be dead in the water if nothing big shows up.
The way it is is the way it is, He gotta deal with what's in front of him. A cheap but filling dinner and some familiar friendly faces would do the trick. Despite the night is still young, the Falcon's Nest has already fill with welcoming sight. Aroma of Alcohol, Food, and none stop cursing you can hear a block away.
After gobble down a quick meal, Elric took his pint of ale and drag a stool with him and walk toward the bar. Where he notice Cade and Emund is at.
"Cade, Emund, its been a while, whats the words on the street?"
Cade winced as he felt a pat on his back. He looked up from his drink to find Emund sitting next to him. He gave Emund a weak smile. Cade was happy to have someone here to distract him from his demons, even though it was just for a little bit. Cade shrugs.
"Can't call it early if I didn't leave last night," Cade chuckled to himself.
"Shouldn't have said that to a man of The Faith or are you guys too busy touching your choir boys," Cade said nudging Emund. He took a long sip from his mug and instantly regretted it.
Yorvalor is in the back room getting ready to entertain the crowd for the night. He knows that tonight will be busy, so he thinks of more songs that he can add to his routine. Performing at the Falcon’s Nest is a great starting point for him. There is a sizable crowd from time to time, so he’s able to sharpen his performing skills. The fact that he is helping with the room and board for the gang is icing on the cake.
If only the crowd would appreciate some “forward thinking” song selection... He would love to bring his Steampunk Axe and go crazy on stage one of these days, but not tonight, and not this audience. He always look forward for when Isabella is able to come to the Falcon. The sight of his secret paramour just drives him to bring his performance up a notch and get the crowd riled up. He finishes his liquor and gets ready to go on the stage.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
"I'm sure some are," Emund says, frowning. His whiskey arrives in a tiny stemmed glass and he necks it, waving for another, and spinning in his seat to face the the sound of Elric’s voice.
He leans against the bar and tucks the large pendant of The Faith into the front of his shirt. "Yorvalor is performing again tonight is he? Ensuring that the wives of sailors never go lonely while they're off floating.." He chuckles to himself and reaches back for the whiskey that he presumes has been delivered.
Cade noticed Elric approaching. Cade moved a bit to provide some space for his compatriot. Cade leaned back and pondered what was the news on the streets these days. Cade shrugged. Cade scanned the room.
"I think Emund is right, Yorvalor is playing tonight," Cade responded
As Yorvalor starts to perform his routine, he notices his friends at the bar and acknowledge their presence. He’s a little puzzled about Cade, though. He could swear that Cade hasn’t moved from his spot at the bar since last night. He is happy, however, to see that Elric is finally back after being away for so long. He is in high spirits, for tonight it seems to be a full house.
As the evening goes on, he keeps looking at a spot at the other side of the tavern. There is a small table tucked in a discreet corner, and that is where Isabella usually sits when she visits. Yorvalor is getting distracted by her absence, and his performance tonight is not exactly his finest. He’s missing a chord here and there, and he’s even forgetting some of the lyrics...
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Conversations continue to move around, momentary flashes of the usual going-ons of town. Some of the Wrecker crews boasting of tales from the sea in their usual game of one-upmanship while trying not to sound too ridiculous. Given a few more hours, their stories will be fighting of Leviathans with their hands from the sails. Some talks of seeing outsiders in town, but, the usual banter of the early evening along with the strong sounds of a guitar drowning out any details. (Perception roll to possibly hear more)
Yorvalor continues to perform as the night (feel free to make a performance check if you want for fun), but the table that Isabella normally sits... she's sometimes late but... this is... late. There's always a bit of someone coming in after a song or two, but not three. Not her at least.
As Cade, Emund, and Elric sit together at the bar, one of the barmaids passes by. A thread of red ribbon leaving her shirt and floating through the air. It lands on the tip of Emund's glass, before being caught in the smallest gust of wind. Following it, it seems to move past people in the crowd, swirling across the room until it lands on a man who enters the room. Dock-workers hat, vest that's missing a few buttons, with a shirt that has the sleeves rolled up. Set of pants that have some minor repair work done, but his skin is a a reddish gold. A tiefling - or some other kind of 'old world touched' as they're called. Not rare to see in a port city, but, definitely stands out. The figure moves out of the doorway, after he looks around. Hearing the music, he takes Isabella's regular seat, placing a order with one of the barmaids he flags down.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Yorvalor tries to concentrate on tonight’s performance (performance check: 22). There has to be a reasonable explanation for Isabella’s tardiness. Perhaps, there was extra paperwork that she had to take care of today. Whatever it may be, I should concentrate on the task at hand. While singing a song, he tries to listen to the patrons closest to the stage so can stop thinking too much about Isabella (perception check: 12).
After a couple of songs. Yorvalor notices that a strange figure enters the Falcon. He or she, Yorvalor is not sure, seems to have what looks like horns coming out of his head (I am assuming Yorvalor is not acquainted with Tharii). It picks up his interest, then the figure sits on Isabella’s table (performance check with disadvantage: 22. DM’s call :-)...
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
As Yorvalor begins to perform, Emund’s ears perk up at the mention of outsiders in a conversation somewhere nearby. He closes his eyes to focus and listen through the music to hear more about who these people might be and what they’re up to (Perception: 19).
Yorfavor: Your playing, despite the distraction, is quite lively. The times a note is missed, the audience doesn't seem to care. The missing words being carried on by the crowd that sings along with songs. Sure, your friends will know that you messed up, but the crowd this evening doesn't. Due to the lively nature of the performance, most of the crowd surrounding you is singing along, or discussing random bits of work. Overall - nothing too remarkable. There does appear to be some folks talking about how one of the Wrecker's managed to outmaneuver Blackscales, a privateer of some renown
Emund: (Just as a FYI, there are /roll commands you can use in browser by hitting the dice icon, and also using brackets around a [ roll ] 1dX+y [ /roll ] just removing the spaces. Attacking is a bit more complex, but basically the same) Emund, you close your eyes and listen. A group of people from where warehouses are discussing seeing a handful of people of unusual garb. A symbol of one black sword crossed with one white sword in a X shaped pattern. It's a symbol inside the Faith; one of the Knightly Orders. One that tends to be a bit more secretive.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Perception check: 12
Cade is not really paying attention to his surrounding. Mainly focusing on his drink and the company surrounding him. He does not really care about the outsiders that have come in. Cade just focuses his attention on Yorvalor's performance and Cade's own drink
Yorvalor would like to see if he is able to recall more information regarding the Blackscales, and he keeps listening to the conversation regarding the Wrecker while performing another song for the audience.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
((Yorvalor - give me a INT/History roll for Blackscales.))
Cade: You continue to focus on the drinks. Mostly a weaker variety tonight, or perhaps the barmaid is trying to make sure you keep your wits about you. You overhear some of the general gossip, but nothing quite catching.
(Elric, let me know what you're doing for this segment of gossip and listening to music as everyone gets together. Keegan, feel free to post your own entering the scene and what you're up to)
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Yorvalor tries to remember where has he heard about Blackscales. History check: 4
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Perception check: 12
on Barmaid first.
Perception check: 4
Elric notice the newcomer sit on Isabella’s table usual spot, and Yorvalor's mistakes in his performance. He also wonders why Cade is so focus on the drinks, He nudge Cade with his feet and give him a slight "look over there" signal.
Cade takes another long gulp. He looks up from his drink and turns slightly. Cade gives Elric a look. Cade looks over to see that the place where Isabella usually sits is taken. He is slightly taken aback by the fact that what looks to be tiefling is there. (Perception:16)
"Should I engage with the guy?" Cade asks Elric.