The two bouncers at the door give a small nod to the group as they enter. "No trouble," one of them states, eyes shifting them over for any weapons. A brief patdown, more so to disern if folks anyone has a weapon on hand. Not specifically to take them.
Inside, a small standing piano is in the corner being played loudly. The tune is slightly off key - the instrument probably needing a rigerous tuneup. The bar is well stocked and has quite a few patrons around it. People dance. Mingle. Scatter. Some people being taken by the hand of men and women; coin exchanging to the piano player, before heading upstairs to the various rooms. The first floor leads up into the second floor - a clear line of sight from the upper parts to the lower. The stairs to the third floor not visible from ground level.
A few give small nods to Emund as they pass by. There's a respect for the man of cloth. None of the workers approaching him beyond a good mannered nod of a wave. Those that are employed by the brothel seeming to let the priest decide to partake or not. The Faith itself doesn't have true rules regarding a brothel; but it doesn't line up with the strengthening of knowledge or creation of something new. Different priests and sects of the church have their own views on it. The city itself tolerates it. Pay some extra taxes, keep people contained, sources of information. The Governor never seemed to have a issue.
With so many people around, it's difficult to find any single person. But after a few moments, a rather beautiful dwarf sits at a table. A well manicured and lush beard. Broad shoulders but overall skinny arms for a dwarf. A face that's more feminine. A handful of others surrounding what is most likely Leon. Some cards spread out across the table, with a neat little pile of coin resting in the middle.
Emund is uncomfortable with the recognition the establishment’s providers and partakers offer him. As the group weaves their way through the bodies and discordant music, he tries to see anyone is paying unusually close attention to their arrival (Perception: 15). Hopefully he’d have awareness of them, before anyone should get the jump on them, if they were recognized by folks in with the Faith, guards or Masus.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Yorvalor's ears are truly hurt by the awful sound coming from the standing piano. He cringes at every note played. "Brother Emund and Friend Keegan. Please allow me to ply my trade where I am more usefull. The gentleman on the piano is absolutely breaking my heart." He goes to the person playing the piano. "Greetings my Good Man. Name's Yorvalor Smith, famous entertainer. May I try my hands on the piano? I believe that the instrument could use some tuning my friend." He opens the top board and takes a look at the insides of the piano. He tries to perform a quick calibration as best as he can without tools. (Intelligence: 6)
After his best efforts to fix the piano, he sits down in front of it and starts to play. Beggars can't be choosers after all, and he tries his best. He picks lively tune, appropriate for the establishment, maybe a cabaret style song. (Performance: 14)
(OCC: Just going to go like this, crossing my fingers for the rolls)
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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."
Emund, you take a look around. There are definitely a few faces that seem to take notice of you a bit more. The people playing cards somewhat glance over, but it isn't anything hostile. Just a quick scan to see who's entering. The bartender and the piano player both seem to keep a stronger look at you. But both seem to collect money from the workers that are coming and going to the rooms. There's a handful of others that are keeping a steady gaze about the room. Probably enforcers, or security. But you don't see any signs of the orchids or the city guard around.
Yorvavlor, the man waves you off. "No need for-a-tunin. An' only room for one in here," he says. As you try to flip up, you see a quick glance inside. It seems the reason it's out of tune is due to something being in the piano. The man quickly shuts it, before collecting some coin from one of the men passing by. "Now, if you don't mind, we're working here." He kind of gives a quick glance over to one of the enforcers before keeping that steady gaze. He doesn't quite have the demeanor of a friendly piano player or entertainer. He seems to be someone in charge of the room.
The dwarf and a handful of the others look up, giving Keegan a brief look over. "Your coin," he says as he gestures to a chair, seeming to shove the person who was playing out. "But I'm waitin on people. So if I need you to leave, you leave."
Yorvalor leaves the piano player alone. "My apologies." He quickly goes to join Emund. "Brother Emund. It goes without saying. We should be careful in this establishment. The Nest this ain't..."
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."
“Oh goodie! I’ve always wanted to try using cards for something other than little houses! This should be fun!” Putting his coin on the table, Keegan assumes his best ‘idiot’ persona. “Mum doesn’t usually let me out of the house”.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
The few people at the table glance over to Keegan. Some snicker, others seem to keep their heads down as the cards are shuffled around. Reaching in, Keegan, you find only a few coins in your pouch. The nest comps your food and costs in a tab. But here? The coins of the drink, now joining a game with actual gold, you remember how precious these coins can be.
Once tossing in 5 gold, the game begins.
(Keegan. You can use your Deception roll above, or new roll Deception or Intimidate. I'll need a Playing Cards Tool + CHA roll. And a Insight + Wis roll)
"No, it certainly isn't," says Emund to Yorvalor, his eyes still looking around the space, "Though we seem to be clear of any exciting people for the moment. At least of our regular sort."
Emund nods his head towards the table where Keegan has sat down. "Seems like we've got a bit of sleight of hand, sleight of mouth going on there." He considers going over, but still feels as though he wants to remain relatively removed from everything going on around him. He claps Yorvalor on the shoulder and makes his way over to the bar.
"Something strong enough to keep the spirits–and nothing else–stiff."
The bartender comes over, hearing Emund request before giving a small nod. "I can arrange that." He heads over to the wall of different colored drinks behind him.
"Top shelf is five silver, mid shelf is three, and well is one." He says as he pours out a clear drink small but generous glass; probably some kind of grappa. Not necessarily the highest quality. But does the trick. "It'll be three for that one."
Yorvalor signals the bartender that he will have the same as Emund. He pays the three silver to the bartender and brings his glass to his friend. "Cheers." He then turns to watch Keegan put on his show.
(OCC: Added the payment part. I am still not sure how payment/money is handled in DnD in general.)
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."
After a clinking of vessels with Yorvalor, Emund sucks a bit of grappa from the top of the glass and offers a thumbs-up to the bartender. "This will do just fine," he says, passing three silver across the table. He looks around a bit more as he drinks, before turning to address the bartender again.
"Business seems to be good. And here I was thinking I wouldn't be able to find another place to drown my sorrows, free from social-climbing gangs and their pissing matches."
The bartender looks to Emund. A hand running through his greased hair and down along a pointed goatee. "Just keep your head out of the affairs of others, and they keep their hands out your pockets." He hears a order, heading down to the other side of the bar, getting some drinks and taking some payments for services, before heading back to Emund and Yorvalor.
"You both sound like local. What brings you here tonight," he asked.
Over at the card-table, the game continues. Betting. Wagers. Money moving around as cards are dealt and bluffs happen.
Deception: (I'll stick with my roll from above). Playing Card: 5. Insight: 7
Playing his hand, Keegan makes a show of looking around the bar adding in a bit of a drunken wobble in his movements. "Say, do you often see men of the cloth in this bar? Seems a bit strange to see his type in here." Nodding his head back in the direction of Edmund.
Leon is a bully when it comes to cards. Forcing people to make large bets. Playing the math game of it all, but doesn't seem to be the best at deception. He plays his cards, a clear winner for the several hands that have gone around. As he begins to take his winnings, he glances over to Emund and Yorvalor. Sizing them up.
"You three entered together. You think it's strange for a man that came with you to be with you? Perhaps you should sit out the round and sober up," he chuckles a little bit. "But...." he slides a single gold coin back over to Keegan, "you can keep this one if you tell me who they are."
Keegan takes the coin, rolling it between his fingers and making a quick hand gesture, the coin disappears, "Well mate, to answer that question proper we should find a spot with less curios ears" His speech and movements suddenly showing none of the drunken slur he had before, "We share a mutual friend, a red skinned teifling".
"Yes, he turned in a favor for you to meet me. Must be quite a thing for him to use a favor from us, for just a meeting," Leon says. He makes a quick gesture, the others at the table standing up and moving around it. Some scattering off.
He two finger points over to Yorvalor and Emund, beckoning them to the table and to take a seat. "I do appreciate a good deceiver, " he says with a smirk. "Now. To business." He seems completely unphased at discussing such things out in the open.
Yorvalor approaches and sits at the table with his drink, which he has hardly started working on it. “Greetings Leon, name’s Yorvalor Smith. We would like to thank you for giving us this opportunity to meet you. Does this establishment belongs to you by any chance?”
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."
"Nope," he says as he gestures for Yorvalor to sit down. "Can't say that I own it."
He leans back in his seat, the wood creaking a bit. He counts his winnings of coin, before placing into the pocket of his pants. "Your friend called in his favor with us to get you these seats in front of me. I'm just the man you have to convince of whatever it is you're about to ask for...." his eyes glance between Keegan and Yorvalor.
The two bouncers at the door give a small nod to the group as they enter. "No trouble," one of them states, eyes shifting them over for any weapons. A brief patdown, more so to disern if folks anyone has a weapon on hand. Not specifically to take them.
Inside, a small standing piano is in the corner being played loudly. The tune is slightly off key - the instrument probably needing a rigerous tuneup. The bar is well stocked and has quite a few patrons around it. People dance. Mingle. Scatter. Some people being taken by the hand of men and women; coin exchanging to the piano player, before heading upstairs to the various rooms. The first floor leads up into the second floor - a clear line of sight from the upper parts to the lower. The stairs to the third floor not visible from ground level.
A few give small nods to Emund as they pass by. There's a respect for the man of cloth. None of the workers approaching him beyond a good mannered nod of a wave. Those that are employed by the brothel seeming to let the priest decide to partake or not. The Faith itself doesn't have true rules regarding a brothel; but it doesn't line up with the strengthening of knowledge or creation of something new. Different priests and sects of the church have their own views on it. The city itself tolerates it. Pay some extra taxes, keep people contained, sources of information. The Governor never seemed to have a issue.
With so many people around, it's difficult to find any single person. But after a few moments, a rather beautiful dwarf sits at a table. A well manicured and lush beard. Broad shoulders but overall skinny arms for a dwarf. A face that's more feminine. A handful of others surrounding what is most likely Leon. Some cards spread out across the table, with a neat little pile of coin resting in the middle.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Emund is uncomfortable with the recognition the establishment’s providers and partakers offer him. As the group weaves their way through the bodies and discordant music, he tries to see anyone is paying unusually close attention to their arrival (Perception: 15). Hopefully he’d have awareness of them, before anyone should get the jump on them, if they were recognized by folks in with the Faith, guards or Masus.
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."
Keegan walks up to the cards table "Greeting gents, room for one more?"
Emund, you take a look around. There are definitely a few faces that seem to take notice of you a bit more. The people playing cards somewhat glance over, but it isn't anything hostile. Just a quick scan to see who's entering. The bartender and the piano player both seem to keep a stronger look at you. But both seem to collect money from the workers that are coming and going to the rooms. There's a handful of others that are keeping a steady gaze about the room. Probably enforcers, or security. But you don't see any signs of the orchids or the city guard around.
Yorvavlor, the man waves you off. "No need for-a-tunin. An' only room for one in here," he says. As you try to flip up, you see a quick glance inside. It seems the reason it's out of tune is due to something being in the piano. The man quickly shuts it, before collecting some coin from one of the men passing by. "Now, if you don't mind, we're working here." He kind of gives a quick glance over to one of the enforcers before keeping that steady gaze. He doesn't quite have the demeanor of a friendly piano player or entertainer. He seems to be someone in charge of the room.
The dwarf and a handful of the others look up, giving Keegan a brief look over. "Your coin," he says as he gestures to a chair, seeming to shove the person who was playing out. "But I'm waitin on people. So if I need you to leave, you leave."
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Yorvalor leaves the piano player alone. "My apologies." He quickly goes to join Emund. "Brother Emund. It goes without saying. We should be careful in this establishment. The Nest this ain't..."
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."
“Oh goodie! I’ve always wanted to try using cards for something other than little houses! This should be fun!” Putting his coin on the table, Keegan assumes his best ‘idiot’ persona. “Mum doesn’t usually let me out of the house”.
Deception: 20
The few people at the table glance over to Keegan. Some snicker, others seem to keep their heads down as the cards are shuffled around. Reaching in, Keegan, you find only a few coins in your pouch. The nest comps your food and costs in a tab. But here? The coins of the drink, now joining a game with actual gold, you remember how precious these coins can be.
Once tossing in 5 gold, the game begins.
(Keegan. You can use your Deception roll above, or new roll Deception or Intimidate. I'll need a Playing Cards Tool + CHA roll. And a Insight + Wis roll)
The Table: Deception 5, Playing Cards 12, Insight 21
Leon: Intimidation 11, Playing Cards 17, Insight 20
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
"No, it certainly isn't," says Emund to Yorvalor, his eyes still looking around the space, "Though we seem to be clear of any exciting people for the moment. At least of our regular sort."
Emund nods his head towards the table where Keegan has sat down. "Seems like we've got a bit of sleight of hand, sleight of mouth going on there." He considers going over, but still feels as though he wants to remain relatively removed from everything going on around him. He claps Yorvalor on the shoulder and makes his way over to the bar.
"Something strong enough to keep the spirits–and nothing else–stiff."
The bartender comes over, hearing Emund request before giving a small nod. "I can arrange that." He heads over to the wall of different colored drinks behind him.
"Top shelf is five silver, mid shelf is three, and well is one." He says as he pours out a clear drink small but generous glass; probably some kind of grappa. Not necessarily the highest quality. But does the trick. "It'll be three for that one."
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Yorvalor signals the bartender that he will have the same as Emund. He pays the three silver to the bartender and brings his glass to his friend. "Cheers." He then turns to watch Keegan put on his show.
(OCC: Added the payment part. I am still not sure how payment/money is handled in DnD in general.)
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."
After a clinking of vessels with Yorvalor, Emund sucks a bit of grappa from the top of the glass and offers a thumbs-up to the bartender. "This will do just fine," he says, passing three silver across the table. He looks around a bit more as he drinks, before turning to address the bartender again.
"Business seems to be good. And here I was thinking I wouldn't be able to find another place to drown my sorrows, free from social-climbing gangs and their pissing matches."
The bartender looks to Emund. A hand running through his greased hair and down along a pointed goatee. "Just keep your head out of the affairs of others, and they keep their hands out your pockets." He hears a order, heading down to the other side of the bar, getting some drinks and taking some payments for services, before heading back to Emund and Yorvalor.
"You both sound like local. What brings you here tonight," he asked.
Over at the card-table, the game continues. Betting. Wagers. Money moving around as cards are dealt and bluffs happen.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Deception: (I'll stick with my roll from above). Playing Card: 5. Insight: 7
Playing his hand, Keegan makes a show of looking around the bar adding in a bit of a drunken wobble in his movements. "Say, do you often see men of the cloth in this bar? Seems a bit strange to see his type in here." Nodding his head back in the direction of Edmund.
Leon is a bully when it comes to cards. Forcing people to make large bets. Playing the math game of it all, but doesn't seem to be the best at deception. He plays his cards, a clear winner for the several hands that have gone around. As he begins to take his winnings, he glances over to Emund and Yorvalor. Sizing them up.
"You three entered together. You think it's strange for a man that came with you to be with you? Perhaps you should sit out the round and sober up," he chuckles a little bit. "But...." he slides a single gold coin back over to Keegan, "you can keep this one if you tell me who they are."
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Keegan takes the coin, rolling it between his fingers and making a quick hand gesture, the coin disappears, "Well mate, to answer that question proper we should find a spot with less curios ears" His speech and movements suddenly showing none of the drunken slur he had before, "We share a mutual friend, a red skinned teifling".
"Yes, he turned in a favor for you to meet me. Must be quite a thing for him to use a favor from us, for just a meeting," Leon says. He makes a quick gesture, the others at the table standing up and moving around it. Some scattering off.
He two finger points over to Yorvalor and Emund, beckoning them to the table and to take a seat. "I do appreciate a good deceiver, " he says with a smirk. "Now. To business." He seems completely unphased at discussing such things out in the open.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Yorvalor approaches and sits at the table with his drink, which he has hardly started working on it. “Greetings Leon, name’s Yorvalor Smith. We would like to thank you for giving us this opportunity to meet you. Does this establishment belongs to you by any chance?”
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."
"Nope," he says as he gestures for Yorvalor to sit down. "Can't say that I own it."
He leans back in his seat, the wood creaking a bit. He counts his winnings of coin, before placing into the pocket of his pants. "Your friend called in his favor with us to get you these seats in front of me. I'm just the man you have to convince of whatever it is you're about to ask for...." his eyes glance between Keegan and Yorvalor.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Emund leans forward in his creaking chair. "We've heard you have some opinions of Masus and his Orchids and were curious to know about them."