"That... was unpleasant." Inssol groans, slowly picking himself off the floor. "I... am going to find whoever put that there, and I will...possibly... Oh..." He falls back on the floor, still trying to cope with what just happened.
Oben gives Inssol a moment on the floor to get himself together, and then helps him up. Sure, buddy. Neat trick though, I wonder if they can teach me how to make one of those.
"It just said 'prepare', from the Embers, " he groans. "I would assume it was put there to keep robbers away. But why put it on the front door?" He scratches his head. "Or... I don't know. I can't do magic."
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Reghetyr catches up with the rest of the group and says:
"The Emberssss" he squints at the tavern. "This should be interesssting. That was an amusssing ssshow" as he scratches his chin. "My fellow Inssol, let Reghetyr study the note". Arcana check 20 or Investigation 9
As you thoroughly inspect the note nailed to the door of the Tavern, you notice no inherent arcane or suspicious qualities to it - the paper and the words themselves, atleast, seem to be entirely non - magical.
EVERYONE
Roars of laughter sourced from the Dragonwing Inn continue, and several men a bit too deep in their cups stagger out occasionally, wandering out back through the streets to find amusement elsewhere. You get some increasingly odd looks from one group of drunken fellows, before one, urged on by his companions, stumbles over to Reghetyr and snatches the note right out of his hands.
"Oi! Gimme that, ye' stinking lizard." Hardly containing himself with intoxicated laughter, he looks up to Reghetyr once again. "Embers? Embers of ye' mouth? Cause ye' a dragon?" He tosses it on the floor, and a wave of jovial laughter comes from his group of companions. Safe to say, the scene is rather uncomfortable as the throng of men waddle off slightly down the street.
OOC: [Sorry for leaving you in the dust there, Ragnar.]
Puffs of smoke come out of Reghetyr's nostrils as he mutters: "Petty humansss, thisss won't go unpunished"and he tries to memorize the features of the one who came close to him, for future retaliation.
As both of you step foot into the Inn, you're immediately faced with the strong stretch of aged ale. Following your adjustment to this odor, you take a moment to look over the interior. It's standard array for a local establishment of such kind, likely moderately popular among the residents of Olmkirk. A large counter dominates most of the Northern end of the room, tended by a Gnomish barmaid. Several other wooden tables and booths are spotted around the room, where other regulars are situated, enjoying their drinks. In the South - East corner of the room, a band is softly playing bar music. The Innkeeper is situated at a desk near a flight of steps, where they're currently managing those staying in the rooms upstairs. A couple of men and women of varying races are lined there, awaiting their turn to book a bed for the night. Several seats are open at the bar counter, and the line towards the Innkeeper is thinning. Golden candlelight shines down upon the entire scene, sourced from silver chandeliers attached to the ceiling.
"I would like a drink!" Inssol shouts to no one in particular, holding his katana over his head. He then turns to his party with a softer tone. "Would someone buy me a drink? Please?"
In response to Innsol's sudden request, the deep velvet haired barmaid glances up to the Gnome. She gives a nod of acknowledgement, before calling out in response: "Aight! What will it be, sir?"
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Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
"Er, water would be three copper pieces for a glass, sir. That all you want?" The woman was somewhat startled by Inssol's sudden eager skittishness, and now scanned him with an inquisitive gaze.
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Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
"Yes! A swordsmen must always be refreshed! Never drunk!" He turns back to his group. "I'm serious about the money. I'm dry. I'll pay you back, a swear."
"Alright then. It'll be there right away!" Without even making a notation of the order, the barmaid briefly stepped back into the kitchen, tapped a glass full of water, and stepped outside. She placed it down on the counter, some of the contents sloshing out. She smiled at Inssol, remaining polite despite the undeniable awkward circumstances of his order. "Here ye' are! The payment, please?"
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Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
[Alright, so I'm not gonna be available much at all tomorrow, but afterwards I'll try to get the story picked up. I know it's a bit of a slog now, but just hang in there until you get to the plateau and it will get actually engaging.)
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Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
"That... was unpleasant." Inssol groans, slowly picking himself off the floor. "I... am going to find whoever put that there, and I will...possibly... Oh..." He falls back on the floor, still trying to cope with what just happened.
Oben gives Inssol a moment on the floor to get himself together, and then helps him up. Sure, buddy. Neat trick though, I wonder if they can teach me how to make one of those.
"What was on the note? Is that what caused you to topple down like that?"
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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"It just said 'prepare', from the Embers, " he groans. "I would assume it was put there to keep robbers away. But why put it on the front door?" He scratches his head. "Or... I don't know. I can't do magic."
Reghetyr catches up with the rest of the group and says:
"The Emberssss" he squints at the tavern. "This should be interesssting. That was an amusssing ssshow" as he scratches his chin. "My fellow Inssol, let Reghetyr study the note". Arcana check 20 or Investigation 9
REGHETYR
As you thoroughly inspect the note nailed to the door of the Tavern, you notice no inherent arcane or suspicious qualities to it - the paper and the words themselves, atleast, seem to be entirely non - magical.
EVERYONE
Roars of laughter sourced from the Dragonwing Inn continue, and several men a bit too deep in their cups stagger out occasionally, wandering out back through the streets to find amusement elsewhere. You get some increasingly odd looks from one group of drunken fellows, before one, urged on by his companions, stumbles over to Reghetyr and snatches the note right out of his hands.
"Oi! Gimme that, ye' stinking lizard." Hardly containing himself with intoxicated laughter, he looks up to Reghetyr once again. "Embers? Embers of ye' mouth? Cause ye' a dragon?" He tosses it on the floor, and a wave of jovial laughter comes from his group of companions. Safe to say, the scene is rather uncomfortable as the throng of men waddle off slightly down the street.
OOC: [Sorry for leaving you in the dust there, Ragnar.]
CHARACTERS
Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
Dungeon Master - [Druidic Embers PbP]
Puffs of smoke come out of Reghetyr's nostrils as he mutters: "Petty humansss, thisss won't go unpunished" and he tries to memorize the features of the one who came close to him, for future retaliation.
EVERYONE
The Inn door hangs open, however at such an angle that it's quite difficult to see fully inside the ajar passageway.
OOC: [No problem.]
CHARACTERS
Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
Dungeon Master - [Druidic Embers PbP]
Inssol will dust himself off after being helped up and waltz into the Inn.
Oben catches Reghetyr's eye and nods, and he too studies the men's faces, filing them away for future payback. Then he enters the inn.
OBEN, REGHETYR, INSSOL
As both of you step foot into the Inn, you're immediately faced with the strong stretch of aged ale. Following your adjustment to this odor, you take a moment to look over the interior. It's standard array for a local establishment of such kind, likely moderately popular among the residents of Olmkirk. A large counter dominates most of the Northern end of the room, tended by a Gnomish barmaid. Several other wooden tables and booths are spotted around the room, where other regulars are situated, enjoying their drinks. In the South - East corner of the room, a band is softly playing bar music. The Innkeeper is situated at a desk near a flight of steps, where they're currently managing those staying in the rooms upstairs. A couple of men and women of varying races are lined there, awaiting their turn to book a bed for the night. Several seats are open at the bar counter, and the line towards the Innkeeper is thinning. Golden candlelight shines down upon the entire scene, sourced from silver chandeliers attached to the ceiling.
CHARACTERS
Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
Dungeon Master - [Druidic Embers PbP]
Vesper walks in, not too concerned about the rowdy drunks.
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"I would like a drink!" Inssol shouts to no one in particular, holding his katana over his head. He then turns to his party with a softer tone. "Would someone buy me a drink? Please?"
INSSOL
In response to Innsol's sudden request, the deep velvet haired barmaid glances up to the Gnome. She gives a nod of acknowledgement, before calling out in response: "Aight! What will it be, sir?"
CHARACTERS
Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
Dungeon Master - [Druidic Embers PbP]
"Water! I would like water! H-how much is water!?"
INSSOL
"Er, water would be three copper pieces for a glass, sir. That all you want?" The woman was somewhat startled by Inssol's sudden eager skittishness, and now scanned him with an inquisitive gaze.
CHARACTERS
Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
Dungeon Master - [Druidic Embers PbP]
"Yes! A swordsmen must always be refreshed! Never drunk!" He turns back to his group. "I'm serious about the money. I'm dry. I'll pay you back, a swear."
INSSOL
"Alright then. It'll be there right away!" Without even making a notation of the order, the barmaid briefly stepped back into the kitchen, tapped a glass full of water, and stepped outside. She placed it down on the counter, some of the contents sloshing out. She smiled at Inssol, remaining polite despite the undeniable awkward circumstances of his order. "Here ye' are! The payment, please?"
CHARACTERS
Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
Dungeon Master - [Druidic Embers PbP]
[Alright, so I'm not gonna be available much at all tomorrow, but afterwards I'll try to get the story picked up. I know it's a bit of a slog now, but just hang in there until you get to the plateau and it will get actually engaging.)
CHARACTERS
Bakreag Ingotheart [Lvl. 1] Mountain Dwarf Paladin [Out of The Abyss PbP]
Dungeon Master - [Druidic Embers PbP]
Reghetyr will walk up to the barmaid, with one hand he will gently grab her wrist, with the other will press some coins and say:
"Reghetyr will take care of hisss purchase."
He then will press her wrist a little bit harder and will say:
"Where isss my room?"
Turning back to the party:
"Friendsss, you will excuse me tonight"