Gilly takes a seat at the bar next to the man, takes a drink, and releases an audible sigh of delight. "This sure hits the spot," he comments, examining the outside of his mug. "Something wet and refreshing after a long walk carrying cargo."He gives the man a sidelong glance."Is this just a stopover, or is this your home?"
A Tavern maid brings the old sailor another tankard and looks at him with some sympathy in her eyes. The old sailor takes a deep draught from the tankard, looks over at Gilly and raises his tankard “ta mates lost on the deep blue, eh?” before continuing “you look like a ‘tar’ so what were you doing lugging cargo around on land like some sort of lubber?”
"Thanks mate! I think a drink is exactly what we need right now" The tabaxi would say with a grin. As the woman goes to leave after bringing the drinks, Zeph would gently place his hand on her arm. "Excuse me, but do you all have any kind of... board or sign... that might provide job offers to men such as ourselves?" The tabaxi would say gesturing to the group with his mug of ale. "Some of the ports we have visited in the past would have a place where people post job listings and didn't know if there happened to be one around?"
“If you’re looking for maritime work, then you’re best bet is the Guildhall which is back up in town at the base of the big hill, but if your looking for something else I understand that he”pointing to the young well dressed individual holding court at another table “is looking for some people to undertake some sort of work for him.”
Vhon looks out as the group settle in, eyeing the claw wine slightly suspiciously he takes a small drink, not sure what to expect but doubting it could be worse than some of the local brews he has encountered over the years.
Zin orders a claw wine and settles in at the table the group sits at.
As both Vhron and Zin sip cautiously at the Claw Wine, Vhron realises it is up there with the worst of the local brews he has ever drunk. The sharpness of the spirit which takes his breath away is overlain with the distinct odour of fermented fish (think a combination of really bad vodka and Thai fish sauce!).
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Floki listens carefully as Zeph asks about work. As the barmaid mentions that maritime work can be found in another building but there is the possibility of work without having to leave the Tavern, Floki grins. He knocks back a swig of the claw wine before scooping up his mug of ale. With a smile to the crew nearby he says, "I am going to have a chat with the land lover over there."
He then wanders over and without asking if the seat was free, sits down across from the young well-dressed man. "Well hello there friend. I hear you may have some work and is looking for some hired help?"
Floki wanders over and barges into the crowd surrounding the young man. Without asking if the seat was free, he grabs a chair from another table, sits down across from the young well-dressed man. "Well hello there friend. I hear you may have some work and is looking for some hired help?"
The young man obviously taken aback by Floki’s brusque approach, his huge size and that he is obviously of Northlander heritage, shaven head, tattoos, braided beard, etc. sits back “ah um I don’t know. I will have to think about it!
Floki smiles in a friendly manner. "Oh come now. I don't bite." he pauses for a moment as if in thought. "Well I bite back if someone bites first, but who doesn't?" He drains his mug of ale and waves over the barmaid. "Another mug of Ale, and whatever this fellow wants." He says when she arrives.
"Let's start again. I mean no harm, just looking for some work for myself and my crew and I heard you might be able to help out?"
As Vhon sees the conversation between Floki and the well dressed man unfold he scowls at his claw wine briefly and then calls over the barmaid "Hello there, could I trouble you for some ale to replace this delightful drink you make here, its just a touch too fishy for my palette today. Also do you have rooms here, me and the lads will be needing somewhere to rest our weary heads and this seems as good a place as any, at least we won't have to stagger far when we've had our fill. " He adds with a wink.
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Zephyr would watch the interaction between Floki and the well dressed man. After what looks like a bit of a rough start, Zeph would make his way to their table. "Hello, my name is Zephyr and I see you have met my friend Floki! He is one of the best mates you can have, I hope he didn't scare you" He would say with a grin, still standing next to the table.
A Tavern maid brings the old sailor another tankard and looks at him with some sympathy in her eyes. The old sailor takes a deep draught from the tankard, looks over at Gilly and raises his tankard “ta mates lost on the deep blue, eh?” before continuing “you look like a ‘tar’ so what were you doing lugging cargo around on land like some sort of lubber?”
"Shipwrecked," Gilly says solemnly. "Last night, off the coast, we ran into a freak storm we think might have been conjured by a mad magician. We were lucky to escape with our lives and a little bit of our cargo, which the cap'n was able to sell for a respectable price at Winston's. Unfortunately, we lost 'Ol Blue, our ship."
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Floki wanders over and barges into the crowd surrounding the young man. Without asking if the seat was free, he grabs a chair from another table, sits down across from the young well-dressed man. "Well hello there friend. I hear you may have some work and is looking for some hired help?"
The young man obviously taken aback by Floki’s brusque approach, his huge size and that he is obviously of Northlander heritage, shaven head, tattoos, braided beard, etc. sits back“ah um I don’t know. I will have to think about it!
Zephyr would watch the interaction between Floki and the well dressed man. After what looks like a bit of a rough start, Zeph would make his way to their table. "Hello, my name is Zephyr and I see you have met my friend Floki! He is one of the best mates you can have, I hope he didn't scare you" He would say with a grin, still standing next to the table.
“Who me, scared, never!“replies the young man somewhat brashly.
Floki smiles in a friendly manner. "Yeah. I don't bite"he pauses for a moment as if in thought."Well I bite back if someone bites first, but who doesn't?"He drains his mug of ale and waves over the barmaid."Another mug of Ale, and whatever this fellow wants."He says when she arrives."Let's start again. I mean no harm, just looking for some work for myself and my crew and I heard you might be able to help out?"
Still a bit taken aback by Floki's appearance, the young man says thank you"I'll have a carafe of the Druid's Red then." The barmaid brings over a carafe of what is obviously fine wine and a mug of ale "that will be five danter for the wine and four fander (CP) for the ale."
As he pours some of the red wine into his glass the young man says"I do have potential work, both of you be at Solomor House at three bells in the forenoon tomorrow!"
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At some time after this Floki steps outside to relieve himself. As he is leaning against the wall, an arm circles his neck and a dagger, well at least he thinks its a dagger, it is certainly sharp positions itself just below his ear and a voice whispers"don't turn around, full name, father's name, grandfather's name, island of birth quickly now!"
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"Shipwrecked," Gilly says solemnly. "Last night, off the coast, we ran into a freak storm we think might have been conjured by a mad magician. We were lucky to escape with our lives and a little bit of our cargo, which the cap'n was able to sell for a respectable price at Winston's. Unfortunately, we lost 'Ol Blue, our ship."
You’re lucky then. I lost mates on both the ‘Misty Victory’ and the ‘Zealous Revenge’; strange names for fishin’ boats I know but who knows what goes through a Cap’t’s or owner's mind” he says with a wink. “Anywaysthey’ve been missin' for two ten-days now. They reckon it was the Sea Devils but it could have been raiding Northmen, a magic storm like what got your ship or something else!”
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Confused, Floki is silent for a moment. "Wooah there friend, no need to be so aggressive. I will tell you what you want to know but would you be so kind as to lower the piece of metal? Its getting rather uncomfortable up where it is. So how about this, I answer half your questions, you lower the weapon and then I answer the other half?"
Persuasion: 15
Realising that his argument is getting him nowhere, as the weapon digs a little more into his neck. "OK easy there fella. The name is Floki son of Ærik. My father is Ærik son of Dolf and my Grandfather is Dolf son of Ivar. I come from a family of fisherman. I am from a small island called Nu which is just off the east coast of Ruathym."
As Vhon sees the conversation between Floki and the well dressed man unfold he scowls at his claw wine briefly and then calls over the barmaid "Hello there, could I trouble you for some ale to replace this delightful drink you make here, its just a touch too fishy for my palette today. Also do you have rooms here, me and the lads will be needing somewhere to rest our weary heads and this seems as good a place as any, at least we won't have to stagger far when we've had our fill. " He adds with a wink.
Zin looks at Vhon a bit confused. "What are you talking about? This drink is excellent. I'll finish yours off you don't want it." Turning his attention to the barmaid when she approaches. "Yes, rooms please. And a meal? Something hot?"
“Food? We’ve got a good fish chowder – tastes a lot better than the Claw wine if I do say so meself! Goes for two taran a serve and includes as many refills as you like plus fresh bread.”the barmaid replies. “I’ll get some for ya.” She then returns a little while later with two huge bowls of fish chowder and bowl of fresh bread. “I spoke to the Hanna and she’s got a couple of rooms available sleep three in each at five taran per head, six taran if you want breakfast!”
"OK easy there fella. The name is Floki son of Ærik. My father is Ærik son of Dolf and my Grandfather is Dolf son of Ivar. I come from a family of fisherman. I am from a small island called Nu which is just off the east coast of Ruathym."
The voice says "that's all I need to know" as the dagger is withdrawn. As Floki spins around he can see nobody. Not sure whether he may have dreamed it because of the several ales he had consumed, he reaches up to his neck but there is wetness there and as he pulls his fingers away he can see just a small drop of blood on them.
You’re lucky then. I lost mates on both the ‘Misty Victory’ and the ‘Zealous Revenge’; strange names for fishin’ boats I know but who knows what goes through a Cap’t’s or owner's mind” he says with a wink. “Anywaysthey’ve been missin' for two ten-days now. They reckon it was the Sea Devils but it could have been raiding Northmen, a magic storm like what got your ship or something else!”
"We were lucky," Gilly agrees. "Sorry to hear 'bout yer mates," he says, the old sailor's accent starting to color the firbolg's. "So, we weren't the first, then? These troubles been plaguin' others? What be these Sea Devils and Northmen? Need we be watchin' our backs?"
"We were lucky," Gilly agrees."Sorry to hear 'bout yer mates," he says, the old sailor's accent starting to color the firbolg's."So, we weren't the first, then? These troubles been plaguin' others? What be these Sea Devils and Northmen? Need we be watchin' our backs?"
"Ain't never seen a sea devel meself but from what I understand they look a cross between a human and a fish. They swarm up from the deep to overwhelm a ship's crew or raid a small settlement. They say the first you know there coming is you here an drone on a conch shell which is their hunting horn. Said to chill the blood of all who hear it!"the old sailor replies.
"As to Northmen, your mate over there" pointing to Floki "is one if'n I'm not mistaken! Sometimes they get bored with fishing and growing what crops they can on their small islands and go raiding to collect slaves and loot."
For Gilly
As Gilly was born and raised in the Moonshaes - specifically Norland the stronghold of the Northlanders in the Isles (SCAG pg 69) - he would already know of Northlanders and their tendencies.
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How strange Floki thinks to himself as he heads back inside to rejoin his crew.
He sits down next to Vhon. "Well captain. I may have found us some work. The young gentleman that I had a conversation with over there." He points his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the potential hirer, "He said to meet at the Solomor house at 3 bells tomorrow.
"A cross between human and fish?"Gilly repeats thoughtfully."Have you ... happened to hear a description of the fiends?"
"'Parrently they've got arms and legs and use weapons but they've also got gills and webbed feet and hands which is what lets them swim so well" the old sailor says.
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Zephyr would have moved to a position where he could get a good view of the tavern once Floki left for a moment to get some air. After a drink or two he would cast dancing lights and send them swirling and dancing gently around the room, trying to entertain himself and any others in the room.
Inside The Snapping Line
As both Vhron and Zin sip cautiously at the Claw Wine, Vhron realises it is up there with the worst of the local brews he has ever drunk. The sharpness of the spirit which takes his breath away is overlain with the distinct odour of fermented fish (think a combination of really bad vodka and Thai fish sauce!).
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Floki listens carefully as Zeph asks about work. As the barmaid mentions that maritime work can be found in another building but there is the possibility of work without having to leave the Tavern, Floki grins. He knocks back a swig of the claw wine before scooping up his mug of ale. With a smile to the crew nearby he says, "I am going to have a chat with the land lover over there."
He then wanders over and without asking if the seat was free, sits down across from the young well-dressed man. "Well hello there friend. I hear you may have some work and is looking for some hired help?"
Inside The Snapping Line
The young man obviously taken aback by Floki’s brusque approach, his huge size and that he is obviously of Northlander heritage, shaven head, tattoos, braided beard, etc. sits back “ah um I don’t know. I will have to think about it!
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Floki smiles in a friendly manner. "Oh come now. I don't bite." he pauses for a moment as if in thought. "Well I bite back if someone bites first, but who doesn't?" He drains his mug of ale and waves over the barmaid. "Another mug of Ale, and whatever this fellow wants." He says when she arrives.
"Let's start again. I mean no harm, just looking for some work for myself and my crew and I heard you might be able to help out?"
As Vhon sees the conversation between Floki and the well dressed man unfold he scowls at his claw wine briefly and then calls over the barmaid "Hello there, could I trouble you for some ale to replace this delightful drink you make here, its just a touch too fishy for my palette today. Also do you have rooms here, me and the lads will be needing somewhere to rest our weary heads and this seems as good a place as any, at least we won't have to stagger far when we've had our fill. " He adds with a wink.
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Zin looks at Vhon a bit confused. "What are you talking about? This drink is excellent. I'll finish yours off you don't want it."
Turning his attention to the barmaid when she approaches.
"Yes, rooms please. And a meal? Something hot? "
Zephyr would watch the interaction between Floki and the well dressed man. After what looks like a bit of a rough start, Zeph would make his way to their table. "Hello, my name is Zephyr and I see you have met my friend Floki! He is one of the best mates you can have, I hope he didn't scare you" He would say with a grin, still standing next to the table.
"Shipwrecked," Gilly says solemnly. "Last night, off the coast, we ran into a freak storm we think might have been conjured by a mad magician. We were lucky to escape with our lives and a little bit of our cargo, which the cap'n was able to sell for a respectable price at Winston's. Unfortunately, we lost 'Ol Blue, our ship."
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For Floki
At some time after this Floki steps outside to relieve himself. As he is leaning against the wall, an arm circles his neck and a dagger, well at least he thinks its a dagger, it is certainly sharp positions itself just below his ear and a voice whispers "don't turn around, full name, father's name, grandfather's name, island of birth quickly now!"
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At the Bar with the Old Sailor
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Confused, Floki is silent for a moment. "Wooah there friend, no need to be so aggressive. I will tell you what you want to know but would you be so kind as to lower the piece of metal? Its getting rather uncomfortable up where it is. So how about this, I answer half your questions, you lower the weapon and then I answer the other half?"
Persuasion: 15
Realising that his argument is getting him nowhere, as the weapon digs a little more into his neck. "OK easy there fella. The name is Floki son of Ærik. My father is Ærik son of Dolf and my Grandfather is Dolf son of Ivar. I come from a family of fisherman. I am from a small island called Nu which is just off the east coast of Ruathym."
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“Food? We’ve got a good fish chowder – tastes a lot better than the Claw wine if I do say so meself! Goes for two taran a serve and includes as many refills as you like plus fresh bread.” the barmaid replies. “I’ll get some for ya.” She then returns a little while later with two huge bowls of fish chowder and bowl of fresh bread. “I spoke to the Hanna and she’s got a couple of rooms available sleep three in each at five taran per head, six taran if you want breakfast!”
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Floki's toilet stop.
The voice says "that's all I need to know" as the dagger is withdrawn. As Floki spins around he can see nobody. Not sure whether he may have dreamed it because of the several ales he had consumed, he reaches up to his neck but there is wetness there and as he pulls his fingers away he can see just a small drop of blood on them.
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"We were lucky," Gilly agrees. "Sorry to hear 'bout yer mates," he says, the old sailor's accent starting to color the firbolg's. "So, we weren't the first, then? These troubles been plaguin' others? What be these Sea Devils and Northmen? Need we be watchin' our backs?"
At the Bar with the Old Sailor
For Gilly
As Gilly was born and raised in the Moonshaes - specifically Norland the stronghold of the Northlanders in the Isles (SCAG pg 69) - he would already know of Northlanders and their tendencies.
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How strange Floki thinks to himself as he heads back inside to rejoin his crew.
He sits down next to Vhon. "Well captain. I may have found us some work. The young gentleman that I had a conversation with over there." He points his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the potential hirer, "He said to meet at the Solomor house at 3 bells tomorrow.
"A cross between human and fish?" Gilly repeats thoughtfully. "Have you ... happened to hear a description of the fiends?"
At the Bar with the Old Sailor
"'Parrently they've got arms and legs and use weapons but they've also got gills and webbed feet and hands which is what lets them swim so well" the old sailor says.
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Zephyr would have moved to a position where he could get a good view of the tavern once Floki left for a moment to get some air. After a drink or two he would cast dancing lights and send them swirling and dancing gently around the room, trying to entertain himself and any others in the room.
"And where were these fishing boats lost?" Gilly asks after taking another swig from his mug.