Wallis nudges Brock and when Segan's well out of earshot.
"She might tell us a little more than her father. Maybe if he was involved in something a bit more dubious than spotting for thieves," Wallis explains her reasoning. "I never told my father everything. I particular left out mosto of the parts where you featured heavily if you recall," she reminds with with a smirk. "Let's see if she's more comfortable sharing with us the people hired to find him veruses her father only paying us to ease her mind and cares nothing for the boy himself."
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A large smile would spread across Brock's face. "I was only joking... If I remember correctly that was one of the things ya liked most about me back in the day" he would reply with a wink before placing his arms back behind his head and arching his back in a small stretch. "But you are probably right... and a woman's touch couldn't hurt... and it beats my idea of walking down the street yelling his name" he would mention with a smile.
Valen lightly chuckles as he follows behind. "My parents surely don't know what I'm up to. They think I'm studying abroad somewhere, with my nose in more history books."
Mirel walks slowly up to their table, eyes still red from crying but more composed now "Dad says I have five minutes and then I have to go, what can I tell you that will help you bring him back?"
"Thank you Mirel. I am sorry you're upset but I promise to find your friend for you," Wallis says her expression soft and expression concerned. "Is there any other work Glandon took that he might have told you about but maybe...he didn't want your father to know about," Wallis asks tone soft and expression concerned. "Does he owe anyone money or any sort of debt that you know of? Where are his people...his family," she asks hoping her questions don't overwhelm but she waits curiously expression still soft and full of concern.
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"Well not really, he was having a good run, things were working out. He was arguing with Kyve a lot about things in general, he's another of the Oilers, but he often did, they wind each other up all the time. He don't have no family to speak of, certainly nothing round here, he came from down south, one of those little towns where they all grow corn or peas or whatever but his parents died shortly after he got here and he just stayed, living in the streets, falling through the cracks, you know how it is." She makes an effort to toughen up a bit, wiping her eyes as she does. "No, he wasn't a good man, but I think something happened to him and I want to know what, find the others in his crew, just remember they don't know you and aren't the most trustworthy of lads anyway." She gets up and moves back towards the bar "Good luck, I hope you'll be back soon."
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"Let's go" Brock would say to Wallis while slapping Valen on the shoulder. Brock would give a small wave to Segan on the way out the door. Once in the street, he would give a long stretch and inhale a deep breath through the nose. "So you want me to walk down the street yelling for Kyve.... or do you wanna try to get robbed?" Brock would say to Valen with a grin.
"Well, I actually thought trying to get rob was the last thing we wanted to happen," Wallis replies smirking. "I don't think we should start looking this evening in the dark either. That's just inviting trouble," the half-elf says looking at the two humans cautiously. "Maybe scout out the Oilers hang out," she then offers.
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"Night time seems like the best time to look for criminals!" Brock would exclaim throwing his hands in the air .. "I mean if we have a rich looking guy like Valen walking down the street with a good looking woman like you, you'll have every criminal in the cracks coming right to us!" He would continue with a grin.
"I can appear for whatever the situation may call for," Valen says proudly as he retrieves his shield, securing it over his back. He then passes his hands over his face and clothes. His face appears much the same as before, except two scars appear - one from the corner of his mouth up to his ear, and another crossing his right eye. His hairs is an oily mess, and clothes appearing more workaday. "Let us see if we can catch a rat?"
Brock would look around quickly as well, looking to see if any shifty characters were around while reaching back over his shoulder and pulling out his lute. The muscular brawler would then begin walking down the street heading towards the Oiler territory playing a simple tune. "I'll see if I cannot get us some negative attention walking a little ways in front of you... and then you guys ... can really snag us a bandit!" He would say with a grin as he begins strumming on his lute.
Although generally it was obvious that Valen transformed himself Wallis doesn't notice anyone paying particular attention. Brock on the other hand notes a man paying careful intention, he also notices he doesn't seem drunk or particularly engaged with anyone else in the tavern, in fact he seems s little out of place.
In terms of the performance aspect, I'll let you hold that roll and use it soon if you want to change anything based on the above (remember it's just Brock who saw that) and VI f you do want to proceed what exactly is your goal with the lute?
Finally, because my map is still nowhere in terms of local geography - all the landmarks mentioned above are due north, and within 500' of your current position (although the market runs further than that). You wil exit onto a fairly wide street which runs directly to the market, there is a confusing and irregular series of sidestreets and alleyways going in that direction, some tiny, some with buildings of their own.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
As Brock looks around and glances over his shoulder as he begins to grab his lute... he notices a man watching them very closely. "Hey uh... Valen... I think Wallis might be right about the magic." He would say with his back turned towards the figure watching them. Using his body to hide his hands, he would gesture to to the man watching them. "Pretty sure that guy saw everything... and while no one cares what one guy in a shitty tavern has to say.... he seems out of place." Brock would say rubbing his goatee. "Maybe we should start our search by talking to the guy that seems so interested in us... the guy that doesn't look like he belongs." he would say quietly as he cracks his knuckles and rolls his shoulders.
(OOC: So for playing the lute... I thought it might get peoples attention... draw them out of their alleys and ensure we had the attention of any spotters or lookouts for bandits. I had kind of figured if I was walking a little bit in front of Valen and Wallis... that I might ensure that all the eyes were on the ally... and then it would be just a small glance from this brawler playing his lute to this rich guy and pretty girl walking down a dangerous street at night.... Kind of like a piped piper kind of thing... but instead of rats it would be bandits :D)
Brock would quickly move to intercept the man before he can leave. "Going somewhere" The brawler would as as he places his hand on the mans shoulder, Shooting him a Grin. "Mind telling me what you are doing here... And what it is you find so interesting about myself and my friends.." Brock would pause for a moment as his grip tightens on his shoulder. "I mean.. I am a good looking man... but maybe that isn't why you were staring"...
Wallis doesn't see anything of note about his dress, skin tone or hair. He is of average build, about 30 and dresses like everyone else in these parts, and he is armed only with a dagger in his belt, which isn't at all unusual.
As Brock stops the man he looks surprised but replies in a slightly shaky tone "Why shouldn't I leave, who are you to block my way? If you are surprised people are watching you all after that little performance you are an idiot, now move please I have no wish to spend any longer in your company." He moves as if to leave again.
OOC if you are going to stop him from leaving you are going to have to restrain him this time.
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"Piss off then" Brock would say as his hand slides from the mans shoulder to give him a small tap on the cheek with the palm of his hand. "If ya don't want me in your business.. than stay outta mine.. ya got me!" he would say before backing away from the man. After a couple steps he would turn around and rejoin his friends discussing their next action and pulling out his lute.
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Wallis nudges Brock and when Segan's well out of earshot.
"She might tell us a little more than her father. Maybe if he was involved in something a bit more dubious than spotting for thieves," Wallis explains her reasoning. "I never told my father everything. I particular left out mosto of the parts where you featured heavily if you recall," she reminds with with a smirk. "Let's see if she's more comfortable sharing with us the people hired to find him veruses her father only paying us to ease her mind and cares nothing for the boy himself."
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
A large smile would spread across Brock's face. "I was only joking... If I remember correctly that was one of the things ya liked most about me back in the day" he would reply with a wink before placing his arms back behind his head and arching his back in a small stretch. "But you are probably right... and a woman's touch couldn't hurt... and it beats my idea of walking down the street yelling his name" he would mention with a smile.
Valen lightly chuckles as he follows behind. "My parents surely don't know what I'm up to. They think I'm studying abroad somewhere, with my nose in more history books."
Mirel walks slowly up to their table, eyes still red from crying but more composed now "Dad says I have five minutes and then I have to go, what can I tell you that will help you bring him back?"
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
"Thank you Mirel. I am sorry you're upset but I promise to find your friend for you," Wallis says her expression soft and expression concerned. "Is there any other work Glandon took that he might have told you about but maybe...he didn't want your father to know about," Wallis asks tone soft and expression concerned. "Does he owe anyone money or any sort of debt that you know of? Where are his people...his family," she asks hoping her questions don't overwhelm but she waits curiously expression still soft and full of concern.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Well not really, he was having a good run, things were working out. He was arguing with Kyve a lot about things in general, he's another of the Oilers, but he often did, they wind each other up all the time. He don't have no family to speak of, certainly nothing round here, he came from down south, one of those little towns where they all grow corn or peas or whatever but his parents died shortly after he got here and he just stayed, living in the streets, falling through the cracks, you know how it is." She makes an effort to toughen up a bit, wiping her eyes as she does. "No, he wasn't a good man, but I think something happened to him and I want to know what, find the others in his crew, just remember they don't know you and aren't the most trustworthy of lads anyway." She gets up and moves back towards the bar "Good luck, I hope you'll be back soon."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
"Thank you," Wallis replies. Turning back to Brock and Valen. "So, I think we should check out the Oilers," she says. "Particularly Kyve., she adds.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Let's go" Brock would say to Wallis while slapping Valen on the shoulder. Brock would give a small wave to Segan on the way out the door. Once in the street, he would give a long stretch and inhale a deep breath through the nose. "So you want me to walk down the street yelling for Kyve.... or do you wanna try to get robbed?" Brock would say to Valen with a grin.
"Well, I actually thought trying to get rob was the last thing we wanted to happen," Wallis replies smirking. "I don't think we should start looking this evening in the dark either. That's just inviting trouble," the half-elf says looking at the two humans cautiously. "Maybe scout out the Oilers hang out," she then offers.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Night time seems like the best time to look for criminals!" Brock would exclaim throwing his hands in the air .. "I mean if we have a rich looking guy like Valen walking down the street with a good looking woman like you, you'll have every criminal in the cracks coming right to us!" He would continue with a grin.
"I can appear for whatever the situation may call for," Valen says proudly as he retrieves his shield, securing it over his back. He then passes his hands over his face and clothes. His face appears much the same as before, except two scars appear - one from the corner of his mouth up to his ear, and another crossing his right eye. His hairs is an oily mess, and clothes appearing more workaday. "Let us see if we can catch a rat?"
"I told you about the magic," Wallis reminds Valen with a loud sigh before looking around to see whom just saw this not too subtle feat!
Perception 10
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Brock would look around quickly as well, looking to see if any shifty characters were around while reaching back over his shoulder and pulling out his lute. The muscular brawler would then begin walking down the street heading towards the Oiler territory playing a simple tune. "I'll see if I cannot get us some negative attention walking a little ways in front of you... and then you guys ... can really snag us a bandit!" He would say with a grin as he begins strumming on his lute.
Perception 24
Performance 19
Although generally it was obvious that Valen transformed himself Wallis doesn't notice anyone paying particular attention. Brock on the other hand notes a man paying careful intention, he also notices he doesn't seem drunk or particularly engaged with anyone else in the tavern, in fact he seems s little out of place.
In terms of the performance aspect, I'll let you hold that roll and use it soon if you want to change anything based on the above (remember it's just Brock who saw that) and VI f you do want to proceed what exactly is your goal with the lute?
Finally, because my map is still nowhere in terms of local geography - all the landmarks mentioned above are due north, and within 500' of your current position (although the market runs further than that). You wil exit onto a fairly wide street which runs directly to the market, there is a confusing and irregular series of sidestreets and alleyways going in that direction, some tiny, some with buildings of their own.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
As Brock looks around and glances over his shoulder as he begins to grab his lute... he notices a man watching them very closely. "Hey uh... Valen... I think Wallis might be right about the magic." He would say with his back turned towards the figure watching them. Using his body to hide his hands, he would gesture to to the man watching them. "Pretty sure that guy saw everything... and while no one cares what one guy in a shitty tavern has to say.... he seems out of place." Brock would say rubbing his goatee. "Maybe we should start our search by talking to the guy that seems so interested in us... the guy that doesn't look like he belongs." he would say quietly as he cracks his knuckles and rolls his shoulders.
(OOC: So for playing the lute... I thought it might get peoples attention... draw them out of their alleys and ensure we had the attention of any spotters or lookouts for bandits. I had kind of figured if I was walking a little bit in front of Valen and Wallis... that I might ensure that all the eyes were on the ally... and then it would be just a small glance from this brawler playing his lute to this rich guy and pretty girl walking down a dangerous street at night.... Kind of like a piped piper kind of thing... but instead of rats it would be bandits :D)
(Gotcha in terms of the lute, thanks)
As Brock looks towards the man their eyes lock for a second, he then stands fairly abruptly and collects his belongings as though about to leave.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Having had the man pointed out Wallis will look at him too.
"I can do a little magic in a pinch but it's mostly defensive and healing," Wallis explains to Valen in a whisper.
OOC: Looking at the man for anything distinctive about his dress, hair color, or skin color? Investigation 15 ; PI 14
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Brock would quickly move to intercept the man before he can leave. "Going somewhere" The brawler would as as he places his hand on the mans shoulder, Shooting him a Grin. "Mind telling me what you are doing here... And what it is you find so interesting about myself and my friends.." Brock would pause for a moment as his grip tightens on his shoulder. "I mean.. I am a good looking man... but maybe that isn't why you were staring"...
Wallis doesn't see anything of note about his dress, skin tone or hair. He is of average build, about 30 and dresses like everyone else in these parts, and he is armed only with a dagger in his belt, which isn't at all unusual.
As Brock stops the man he looks surprised but replies in a slightly shaky tone "Why shouldn't I leave, who are you to block my way? If you are surprised people are watching you all after that little performance you are an idiot, now move please I have no wish to spend any longer in your company." He moves as if to leave again.
OOC if you are going to stop him from leaving you are going to have to restrain him this time.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
"Piss off then" Brock would say as his hand slides from the mans shoulder to give him a small tap on the cheek with the palm of his hand. "If ya don't want me in your business.. than stay outta mine.. ya got me!" he would say before backing away from the man. After a couple steps he would turn around and rejoin his friends discussing their next action and pulling out his lute.