"Anivar! I didn't see you there for the crowd, good to see you old friend! Nothing's come to my desk unfortunately." He whispers so just Anivar can hear: "Our couriers have had to make fewer runs due to the situation on the street, I'm afraid." Then again so all could hear, "I wouldn't worry about your son, Kiric's a resilient one. I'll make sure your get his letter when it arrives."
[Hi all, nobody's posted in a while, I'm going to take that as a sign that you guys are done with Xoblob.]
You take your leave of the strange curio shop, continuing your way to the tavern.
The Skewered Dragon looks like a ruin. Both of its front-facing windows are smashed, and a ship's anchor is lodged in the roof. Through the windows, you can see a group of haggard patrons drinking from huge tankards.
Kruk will make his way into the bar, going to the counter and placing down a few copper pieces. "Give me a mug a tankard of ale. The bigger you have the better."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
The bartender looks the bugbear over; strange, but not the strangest he's seen in these parts. "Here. Don't you or your friends cause any trouble if you don't want trouble," he says with little humor as he passes a tankard Kruk's way.
The bartender glances at Nick and says "What have we here, a teetotaler? Or are you just too good for a working man's ale? Listen bud, the bar's for paying customers; buy something or get lost!"
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Soar walks in, orders a pint, smiles at the bartender, and says, "Hello! This is a nice place you have here, thanks for having me and my friends." A bit more quietly, sliding a few more coins his way, she says, "Any chance you could tell me about a fancy-dressed human lad with nice red-blonde hair named Floon Blagmaar who was in here a couple nights ago playing cards? We're looking for him. Probably fine, but there's been trouble in the streets recently, you know." Persuasion 18
Backstory: At a young age galladians village was attacked by the undead. For years they fended the cursed and the risen off from their village with relative ease. Then a year came when the dragons joined the assualt and nothing could be done. A desperate or foolish villager began to study the arts of the warlock and he discovered a pact he could make with a demon. On the night of the second full moon in the first month of a new year the man crept out and preformed his ritual in the middle of the town square. He did not understand the sugnificance of the blood moon or the power of the demon he was making a pact with, a servent of the god of tyranny Bane. The demon agreed to destroy all of the undead and dragons attacking the village at the price of one of his underlings being given a vessel to use in the real world. The warlock assumed that vessel would be himself and agreed little did he know a small wood elf was watching. The spirit of the servent invaded the soul of GalladianThe village was saved and Galladian was shunned. He spends his life hunting dragons and undead. He also puts a stop to any warlock making a deal with a demon they are not strong enough to handle.
Galladian walks into the bar and takes a seat well at the bar. Quietly whispering "not now I'm around a lot of people, stop laughing," he turns to the bartender "I'll have a beer and what do you have to eat tonight?" Looking around the bar he whispers to seemingly no one "do you sense any warlocks in the area?"
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"Xoblob, has Kiric sent a reply to letter I sent him? It's been a while since I sent it." Anivar asks seeming almost worried.
"Anivar! I didn't see you there for the crowd, good to see you old friend! Nothing's come to my desk unfortunately." He whispers so just Anivar can hear: "Our couriers have had to make fewer runs due to the situation on the street, I'm afraid." Then again so all could hear, "I wouldn't worry about your son, Kiric's a resilient one. I'll make sure your get his letter when it arrives."
[I'm going to back out of this one guys going a little to fast.]
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiANick is just standing in the back of the group watching the environment around them while listening to the conversation.
Kruk continues to stay quiet but is clearly ready to continue on to the bar.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
I'm going to have to drop out with finals coming up I won't be able to post as much, sorry and good luck)
[Hi all, nobody's posted in a while, I'm going to take that as a sign that you guys are done with Xoblob.]
You take your leave of the strange curio shop, continuing your way to the tavern.
The Skewered Dragon looks like a ruin. Both of its front-facing windows are smashed, and a ship's anchor is lodged in the roof. Through the windows, you can see a group of haggard patrons drinking from huge tankards.
Kruk will make his way into the bar, going to the counter and placing down a few copper pieces. "Give me a mug a tankard of ale. The bigger you have the better."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
The bartender looks the bugbear over; strange, but not the strangest he's seen in these parts. "Here. Don't you or your friends cause any trouble if you don't want trouble," he says with little humor as he passes a tankard Kruk's way.
Kruk simpky nods and takes it before slipping off to a table to act like a normal patron for the time being.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Nick walks in and just goes to sit down next to Kruk without buying anything. He looks a bit disgustedly at Kruk’s drink.
“You drink that? Why?”
The bartender glances at Nick and says "What have we here, a teetotaler? Or are you just too good for a working man's ale? Listen bud, the bar's for paying customers; buy something or get lost!"
(Quick question: does poison immunity mean I can't get drunk, or I can't get alcohol poisoning?)
(I'll rule that you can get drunk but won't get alcohol poisoning.)
Soar walks in, orders a pint, smiles at the bartender, and says, "Hello! This is a nice place you have here, thanks for having me and my friends." A bit more quietly, sliding a few more coins his way, she says, "Any chance you could tell me about a fancy-dressed human lad with nice red-blonde hair named Floon Blagmaar who was in here a couple nights ago playing cards? We're looking for him. Probably fine, but there's been trouble in the streets recently, you know." Persuasion 18
Yasiri enters the bar, gives a quick look around, then makes her was to the bartender.
"I'll have what's he's having." She nods towards Kruk.
Hope I'm doing this right
Name: Galladian
Race: Wood elf
Class: Ranger
Ability Score: Str: 8 Dex: 16 con: 14 Int: 14 Wis: 14 Cha: 9
Background: Haunted One
Backstory: At a young age galladians village was attacked by the undead. For years they fended the cursed and the risen off from their village with relative ease. Then a year came when the dragons joined the assualt and nothing could be done. A desperate or foolish villager began to study the arts of the warlock and he discovered a pact he could make with a demon. On the night of the second full moon in the first month of a new year the man crept out and preformed his ritual in the middle of the town square. He did not understand the sugnificance of the blood moon or the power of the demon he was making a pact with, a servent of the god of tyranny Bane. The demon agreed to destroy all of the undead and dragons attacking the village at the price of one of his underlings being given a vessel to use in the real world. The warlock assumed that vessel would be himself and agreed little did he know a small wood elf was watching. The spirit of the servent invaded the soul of GalladianThe village was saved and Galladian was shunned. He spends his life hunting dragons and undead. He also puts a stop to any warlock making a deal with a demon they are not strong enough to handle.
[Welcome Galladian! Go ahead and introduce your character to the party if you wish.]
The bartender looks Soar in the eye. "I ain't giving you nothing for nothing. Now, are you buying or not?" He passes Yasiri her drink.
In addition to the bartender there are several dockworkers that give the party the occasional sharp look-over before returning to their ale and cards.
(Soar had ordered and paid for a pint, and then slid a few more coins to him before asking her questions)
Galladian walks into the bar and takes a seat well at the bar. Quietly whispering "not now I'm around a lot of people, stop laughing," he turns to the bartender "I'll have a beer and what do you have to eat tonight?" Looking around the bar he whispers to seemingly no one "do you sense any warlocks in the area?"