Gil would look for an empty seat and scramble to climb up before sitting quietly.. occasionally snapping his fingers and making different sounds or scents fill the air and playing with his spectral bat.
Darvin takes a seat next to Tarina. "I'm afraid I didn't bring my own dice, but if I might borrow someone's? What's the ante?"
After a bit of small talk and dice rolling, Darvin gets to the point, but tries not to be too overt about their goals while in the earshot of Tarina's companions. "So I hear that the Dead Three have been attracting a lot of worshippers lately. Strange, don't you think?"
Dice!: 12
OoC: Oh, I missed the spoiler about there not being any house dice. Would you consider a persuasion check on someone to use their dice?
Persuasion: 15
OoC: If it works out, here are some more rolls, just for fun. If not, just disregard.
Darvin receives several strange looks upon his request to borrow dice. He had hoped to set himself up as an easy mark and then win at dice, but now he feared that he had made himself look a fool and may have marked himself for an easy score. He would need to watch his back.
Tarina however gives him a sharp look.
"I am not one of them if that is what you are implying." she tells him sharply
"How is it going Darvin! Are you winning?" Gil would shout from his chair nearby, lifting his head as though trying to get a better view of the table. "Is the game over yet?" he would shout with a smile.
"No, no, of course not!" Darvin says, as he watches the players tossing wooden and bone dice onto the table. "It's just.." he lowers his voice. "Look, we're working with Captain Zodge. He tells us you are one of the most well-connected people in the city; your ear to the ground and all that. He thought that if there'd been any word of what the cultists are up to, you'd likely have heard about it."
"Zodge eh? Tell you what, I said you weren't who I expected to come look for me. But I am expecting someone. I recently heard a rumor that my former shipmates have tracked me to Baldur’s Gate. I'll help you if you help me. If you stay here to see if the pirates do show up, then kill them all. Take care of my problem and I'll help you with yours. Deal?"
"Sounds fair," Darvin replies. "Another round while we wait?" he says, gesturing toward the bar. "If I'm going to kill a bunch of people, I'll want to be nice and loose first."
"Who we killing?!" The verdan would shout from across the room, now looking though his log book and periodically glancing inside his bag of holding. The longer Gil sits in the chair... the more of his once wooden chair seems to turn to solid silver.
As you settle into the tavern and wait for the pirate friends of Tarina you mill about in your own ways. Throughout the time that follows much of the discussion around you has to deal with the problems in Elturel. You hear a few things of interest whil you wait
“I’ll bet my last copper piece that those so-called refugees are advanced scouts for an army that’s preparing to attack Baldur’s Gate!”
“The Flaming Fist is decapitated. The captains have already started bickering over who should be in charge with Ulder Ravengard gone.”
“With Ravengard out of the way, who’ll be the next grand duke, I wonder? My money’s on Thalamra Vanthampur. Practically born in the sewers, she was, and more vicious than a swarm of rats.”
At one point the tavern is filled with the ghostly lamentation of the elf spirit known to haunt the place. However, on this one occasion, the spirit sings not of a long-lost lover but of Elturel. This surprises everyone, including Alan Alyth the half-elf owner and barkeep, who has never heard the spirit change its tune.
Anyone who understands Elvish can translate the lyrics:
Gil, hearing the song would translate the words to common as they were sung. His voice was somewhat high but not nearly as nice sounding as the ghostly elf singing the song.
(Sorry for the delay guys, I was away for the last few days coaching a rowing camp out in the country. I didn't expect a lack of reception, so apologise for no heads up.)
Whistler just watches the game with interest, drinking his drink. When another round is offered, Whistler will hold his mug up. Other than that, he lets the others do that talking (And/or shouting), he tries to read Tarina's intentions when she mentions a deal. (Insight: 21)
When the elfsong starts up again, he listens for moment and starts whistling along to it.
As the afternoon wears on you continue to enjoy the atmosphere of the Elfsong. Eventually though, trouble catches up to Tarina, and possibly you.
Eight motley humans saunter into the upstairs of the tavern. The leader is a brawny man with a cloudy right eye, a cruel sneer, and a pirate’s swagger. The others are an unsavory, rowdy bunch who act as if they own the place.
“We’re looking for an old friend of ours,” says the dead-eyed man. He sniffs the air. “Goes by the name ‘Tarina,’ or so I’m told. Loves to cheat at Baldur’s Bones.”
Darvin turns to the captain. "Tarina, is it? I don't think there's anybody here by that name..." Turning toward the table of other patrons, he calls out in Elvish, "Any of you know a Ta..." and seamlessly transitions to the words of an incantation...
(casting Faerie Fire on the pirates; dunno if you'd allow this just before we go into initiative, DM, or if it'd go off on his turn, or if there's a check that would cover catching them off guard: the spell is verbal-only, FWIW. Here's a deception roll in case it's needed, or just use the d20 result and replace the modifer as appropriate if you think a different check is warranted: 11)
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Gil would grab hold of his staff in one hand while sliding his free hand into his robes and placing it on his wand. As Darvin begins his incantation, The small verdan would quickly whip out his want and cast magic missile (6th level). In an explosion of multicolored light, two radiant darts of force would stream across the room and slam into the capital, while additional orbs of energy hit each of ot other pirates. The small wizard would stand up on his chair before leaping off and attempting to take cover behind the table across from Darvin.
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Gil would look for an empty seat and scramble to climb up before sitting quietly.. occasionally snapping his fingers and making different sounds or scents fill the air and playing with his spectral bat.
Darvin takes a seat next to Tarina. "I'm afraid I didn't bring my own dice, but if I might borrow someone's? What's the ante?"
After a bit of small talk and dice rolling, Darvin gets to the point, but tries not to be too overt about their goals while in the earshot of Tarina's companions. "So I hear that the Dead Three have been attracting a lot of worshippers lately. Strange, don't you think?"
Dice!: 12
OoC: Oh, I missed the spoiler about there not being any house dice. Would you consider a persuasion check on someone to use their dice?
Persuasion: 15
OoC: If it works out, here are some more rolls, just for fun. If not, just disregard.
Hit 1: 3
Hit 2: 3
Hit 3: 2
"Twenty!" Darvin says.
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
Darvin receives several strange looks upon his request to borrow dice. He had hoped to set himself up as an easy mark and then win at dice, but now he feared that he had made himself look a fool and may have marked himself for an easy score. He would need to watch his back.
Tarina however gives him a sharp look.
"I am not one of them if that is what you are implying." she tells him sharply
"How is it going Darvin! Are you winning?" Gil would shout from his chair nearby, lifting his head as though trying to get a better view of the table. "Is the game over yet?" he would shout with a smile.
"No, no, of course not!" Darvin says, as he watches the players tossing wooden and bone dice onto the table. "It's just.." he lowers his voice. "Look, we're working with Captain Zodge. He tells us you are one of the most well-connected people in the city; your ear to the ground and all that. He thought that if there'd been any word of what the cultists are up to, you'd likely have heard about it."
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
"Zodge eh? Tell you what, I said you weren't who I expected to come look for me. But I am expecting someone. I recently heard a rumor that my former shipmates have tracked me to Baldur’s Gate. I'll help you if you help me. If you stay here to see if the pirates do show up, then kill them all. Take care of my problem and I'll help you with yours. Deal?"
"Sounds fair," Darvin replies. "Another round while we wait?" he says, gesturing toward the bar. "If I'm going to kill a bunch of people, I'll want to be nice and loose first."
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
"Who we killing?!" The verdan would shout from across the room, now looking though his log book and periodically glancing inside his bag of holding. The longer Gil sits in the chair... the more of his once wooden chair seems to turn to solid silver.
"Buncha pirates!" Darvin shouts back from his seat, turning his head over his shoulder to look at Gil. "Should be interesting..."
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
"Sounds good!' Gil would shout back as he taps his staff against the side of his silver chair with a loud clang.
As you settle into the tavern and wait for the pirate friends of Tarina you mill about in your own ways. Throughout the time that follows much of the discussion around you has to deal with the problems in Elturel. You hear a few things of interest whil you wait
At one point the tavern is filled with the ghostly lamentation of the elf spirit known to haunt the place. However, on this one occasion, the spirit sings not of a long-lost lover but of Elturel. This surprises everyone, including Alan Alyth the half-elf owner and barkeep, who has never heard the spirit change its tune.
Anyone who understands Elvish can translate the lyrics:
O sing a song of Elturel
Of water, woods, and hill
The sun dawns on her ruddy cliffs
And fields green and still.
This land of long-abiding joy
Home of the strong and brave
Renowned by all, across the realms,
And never once a slave.
O sing a song of Elturel
When foes are at her door
Her fields torn by cloven feet
From some infernal shore.
Arise the mighty Hellriders
Take up your swift, keen swords
Then charge into the hellish fray
And scatter devil hordes.
O sing a song of Elturel
And when the night does fall
Sleep safe beneath Companion’s light
Until the dawn does call.
We’re bound by mortal covenant
That only ends with death
And so we’ll sing of Elturel
Until our final breath.
Gil, hearing the song would translate the words to common as they were sung. His voice was somewhat high but not nearly as nice sounding as the ghostly elf singing the song.
As Gil finishes his rendition, Tibi looks up. Do the song words sound familiar or can he remember anything about Elturiel (History 15)
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
(Sorry for the delay guys, I was away for the last few days coaching a rowing camp out in the country. I didn't expect a lack of reception, so apologise for no heads up.)
Whistler just watches the game with interest, drinking his drink. When another round is offered, Whistler will hold his mug up. Other than that, he lets the others do that talking (And/or shouting), he tries to read Tarina's intentions when she mentions a deal. (Insight: 21)
When the elfsong starts up again, he listens for moment and starts whistling along to it.
As the afternoon wears on you continue to enjoy the atmosphere of the Elfsong. Eventually though, trouble catches up to Tarina, and possibly you.
Eight motley humans saunter into the upstairs of the tavern. The leader is a brawny man with a cloudy right eye, a cruel sneer, and a pirate’s swagger. The others are an unsavory, rowdy bunch who act as if they own the place.
“We’re looking for an old friend of ours,” says the dead-eyed man. He sniffs the air. “Goes by the name ‘Tarina,’ or so I’m told. Loves to cheat at Baldur’s Bones.”
1 is the captain, 2-8 are bandits
OoC: Are the other patrons still in the room?
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
Yes, a number of patrons fill the tables but at this point they are just watching.
Tibi continues to sit to one side regaling anybody who wants to listen to his stories, all the time observing what is going on.
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Darvin turns to the captain. "Tarina, is it? I don't think there's anybody here by that name..." Turning toward the table of other patrons, he calls out in Elvish, "Any of you know a Ta..." and seamlessly transitions to the words of an incantation...
(casting Faerie Fire on the pirates; dunno if you'd allow this just before we go into initiative, DM, or if it'd go off on his turn, or if there's a check that would cover catching them off guard: the spell is verbal-only, FWIW. Here's a deception roll in case it's needed, or just use the d20 result and replace the modifer as appropriate if you think a different check is warranted: 11)
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
Gil would grab hold of his staff in one hand while sliding his free hand into his robes and placing it on his wand. As Darvin begins his incantation, The small verdan would quickly whip out his want and cast magic missile (6th level). In an explosion of multicolored light, two radiant darts of force would stream across the room and slam into the capital, while additional orbs of energy hit each of ot other pirates. The small wizard would stand up on his chair before leaping off and attempting to take cover behind the table across from Darvin.
captain damage 2 3
2 4
33
45
52
64
73