"Y do you by any chance carry...what do you call it in the cities...ah, yes: iced creams? I don't make it into town too often, yes? Pero cuando I have the chance, I love partaking in this iced creams delicacy."
"This will do. This will do quite nicely."Nirzeg said absently after wandering in. "Ah, I'm with them. Doubtful we'll be head'n anywhere soon, so we'll be taking you up. How much for a few rooms and stabling as well?" Nirzeg asked on top of everything else. Meanwhile, a saddened Zeek sits in the driver seat outside, keeping watch and mildly sobbing over the lost of Wickerman.
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“I could also perform here, if you’d like!” Genny pipes up. “Good for business I promise you that!”
As she waits for an answer, she listens to Rasa talk about some delicacy as it sounded much familiar. “... Ice cream?”
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"Si, yes, it is like cow's milk, but cold, and sweet. Que delicioso. Pero you need to eat it quick, yes? Or else you will have a grande mess on your hands." He pantomimes trying to shake something sticky off of his hands. Then turns again to the tavern keep. "Mi amigo, that will be iced creams all around!"
(History DC 12: the crest appears to be identical to the design you saw in Calling Horns, worn by Tamalin Zoar.)
After reading the letter off recommendation from Tamalin Zoar, the half-orc bows to you. “Proper introductions are in order. The name’s Dral Thelev, and if you’re looking to cash in a favor from the Zoars, you can leave it to me. Until then, keep this close,” he says, rolling up the letter and passing it back to Derrikoth.
When asked about lodging, Dral days. “For you fine folks, lodging is 1 dragon per day, per person. Meals, concierge services, and secure stables included. As friends of the Zoar family, you receive the deluxe package.”
When asked about ice creams, Dral nods sadly. “Normally we would, but the enchantment on the creamer is broken. The cream just comes out all runny and sticky. We are expecting an apprentice from the tower tomorrow morning to fix it.
“Now, you said something about a delivery? I don’t get those very often. Who is it from?” The old half-orc gives a tusky smile.
“Ah...” he says, gazing at the symbol from Triboar. “Darathra, of course. You do know how to pick your friends!” Dral nods, approvingly. “Well then. First things first...”
The old half-orc pockets the badge, uncorks a flask of elven wine that he claims is “Silverymoon’s finest,” and pours its contents into small wooden cups, one for each of you. “Careful, it’s got a kick.”
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For the Githyanki, there isn't even a moment's hesitation on his part. Not only does he slap down the ten dragons to at least pay for each person and an extra night should it come to it, the only to stop him from downing the wine was knowing it was better to savor such fine drinks. Nevertheless, he is probably still faster than most to polish off his portion, and is left grinning from ear to ear.
Con Save(DC ???): 5.
"So! Whaz to be yer fook'n part 'n all this then, eh? Cause, consider'n ya butter'n up us with wines iz tell'n me ya got somethin' more fer us... like anotha' need handelin that can benefit us all, me be think'n." Nirzeg said, or tried to say. Though his words come out somewhat slurred at the moment.
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Astra's disappointed about the ice cream machine being broken and her creator resists the urge to quote the meme. Her disappointment turns to shock when Nirzeg vanishes. She pushes her drink away from her. "What did you just do to Nirzeg?! Is this some kind of trap?"
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Rasa will watch closely the area where Nirzeg was standing, trying to perceive if he is no longer there, transported somewhere else, or if he was instead turned invisible.
Derrikoth looks on in surprise as Nirzeg disappears. He places a hand on his sheathed sword and looks around warily, "Is this part of your 'deluxe package'? Seems a bit odd to me, where'd he go?"
Dral chuckles. "I told you it has a kick! Ha ha ha, it never gets old. Calm down, your friend is fine; he's taken the shortcut to Moongleam Tower." He points out a nearby window to the east, where the tower dominates the evening skyline. "The wine is an enchanted elixir that teleports you directly to the heart of the tower. It's reserved for special Harper business. Per Darathra's instructions," he explains.
“What about those who can’t drink?” Genny inquires, pointing at her unmoving ‘mouth’.
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Dral nods in satisfaction, and then pauses at Genny’s question. “Hmm. Never had a construct try it before. Maybe pour it over your head?” The half-orc is clearly not the one who brewed this particular concoction.
Astra just looks at Dral. "Why couldn't you have just said that from the start, like a normal person?"
“Ah, come now, it’s just a bit of fun. I hardly ever get someone new come to drink the wine, and the look on your faces! Ha! Priceless.” Dral slaps his thigh.
Genevieve looks at the liquid after Rasa and Derrikoth took their drink, disappearing. She sighs, removes her hat and wig (storing them away in her chest storage), before pouring the wine over her head.
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Astra waits to see if it works for Genevieve before sipping the wine. If Genevieve does vanish, she'll take a washcloth from Dral before she takes a sip.
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"Y do you by any chance carry...what do you call it in the cities...ah, yes: iced creams? I don't make it into town too often, yes? Pero cuando I have the chance, I love partaking in this iced creams delicacy."
Long live the PCs of the Past:
Puck of the Shivering Summit -- Tabaxi Bard, College of Lore -- Lyrel's Lost Mines of Phandelver
Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company
Astra's eyebrows go up when Rasa starts talking about this delicacy. "I don't know what he's talking about, but if you have some, I'd like it too."
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"This will do. This will do quite nicely." Nirzeg said absently after wandering in. "Ah, I'm with them. Doubtful we'll be head'n anywhere soon, so we'll be taking you up. How much for a few rooms and stabling as well?" Nirzeg asked on top of everything else. Meanwhile, a saddened Zeek sits in the driver seat outside, keeping watch and mildly sobbing over the lost of Wickerman.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
“I could also perform here, if you’d like!” Genny pipes up. “Good for business I promise you that!”
As she waits for an answer, she listens to Rasa talk about some delicacy as it sounded much familiar. “... Ice cream?”
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
"Si, yes, it is like cow's milk, but cold, and sweet. Que delicioso. Pero you need to eat it quick, yes? Or else you will have a grande mess on your hands." He pantomimes trying to shake something sticky off of his hands. Then turns again to the tavern keep. "Mi amigo, that will be iced creams all around!"
Long live the PCs of the Past:
Puck of the Shivering Summit -- Tabaxi Bard, College of Lore -- Lyrel's Lost Mines of Phandelver
Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company
(History DC 12: the crest appears to be identical to the design you saw in Calling Horns, worn by Tamalin Zoar.)
After reading the letter off recommendation from Tamalin Zoar, the half-orc bows to you. “Proper introductions are in order. The name’s Dral Thelev, and if you’re looking to cash in a favor from the Zoars, you can leave it to me. Until then, keep this close,” he says, rolling up the letter and passing it back to Derrikoth.
When asked about lodging, Dral days. “For you fine folks, lodging is 1 dragon per day, per person. Meals, concierge services, and secure stables included. As friends of the Zoar family, you receive the deluxe package.”
When asked about ice creams, Dral nods sadly. “Normally we would, but the enchantment on the creamer is broken. The cream just comes out all runny and sticky. We are expecting an apprentice from the tower tomorrow morning to fix it.
“Now, you said something about a delivery? I don’t get those very often. Who is it from?” The old half-orc gives a tusky smile.
“Ah...” he says, gazing at the symbol from Triboar. “Darathra, of course. You do know how to pick your friends!” Dral nods, approvingly. “Well then. First things first...”
The old half-orc pockets the badge, uncorks a flask of elven wine that he claims is “Silverymoon’s finest,” and pours its contents into small wooden cups, one for each of you. “Careful, it’s got a kick.”
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For the Githyanki, there isn't even a moment's hesitation on his part. Not only does he slap down the ten dragons to at least pay for each person and an extra night should it come to it, the only to stop him from downing the wine was knowing it was better to savor such fine drinks. Nevertheless, he is probably still faster than most to polish off his portion, and is left grinning from ear to ear.
Con Save(DC ???): 5.
"So! Whaz to be yer fook'n part 'n all this then, eh? Cause, consider'n ya butter'n up us with wines iz tell'n me ya got somethin' more fer us... like anotha' need handelin that can benefit us all, me be think'n." Nirzeg said, or tried to say. Though his words come out somewhat slurred at the moment.
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The rest of you do not hear Nirzeg’s words, for no sooner does the drink touch his lips than he vanishes into thin air.
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Astra's disappointed about the ice cream machine being broken and her creator resists the urge to quote the meme. Her disappointment turns to shock when Nirzeg vanishes. She pushes her drink away from her. "What did you just do to Nirzeg?! Is this some kind of trap?"
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Rasa will watch closely the area where Nirzeg was standing, trying to perceive if he is no longer there, transported somewhere else, or if he was instead turned invisible.
Perception Check: 18
Long live the PCs of the Past:
Puck of the Shivering Summit -- Tabaxi Bard, College of Lore -- Lyrel's Lost Mines of Phandelver
Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company
Derrikoth looks on in surprise as Nirzeg disappears. He places a hand on his sheathed sword and looks around warily, "Is this part of your 'deluxe package'? Seems a bit odd to me, where'd he go?"
Dral chuckles. "I told you it has a kick! Ha ha ha, it never gets old. Calm down, your friend is fine; he's taken the shortcut to Moongleam Tower." He points out a nearby window to the east, where the tower dominates the evening skyline. "The wine is an enchanted elixir that teleports you directly to the heart of the tower. It's reserved for special Harper business. Per Darathra's instructions," he explains.
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“What about those who can’t drink?” Genny inquires, pointing at her unmoving ‘mouth’.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
"Well, ah, mis amigos, in that case, there isn't much else to be said except: SALUD!" The bird shouts as he downs his wine.
Long live the PCs of the Past:
Puck of the Shivering Summit -- Tabaxi Bard, College of Lore -- Lyrel's Lost Mines of Phandelver
Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company
Insight: 9
If Derrikoth can't tell if Dral is lying, he'll shrug and take a sip of the wine.
Astra just looks at Dral. "Why couldn't you have just said that from the start, like a normal person?"
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Rasa and Derrikoth vanish, just like Nirzeg.
Dral nods in satisfaction, and then pauses at Genny’s question. “Hmm. Never had a construct try it before. Maybe pour it over your head?” The half-orc is clearly not the one who brewed this particular concoction.
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“Ah, come now, it’s just a bit of fun. I hardly ever get someone new come to drink the wine, and the look on your faces! Ha! Priceless.” Dral slaps his thigh.
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Genevieve looks at the liquid after Rasa and Derrikoth took their drink, disappearing. She sighs, removes her hat and wig (storing them away in her chest storage), before pouring the wine over her head.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Astra waits to see if it works for Genevieve before sipping the wine. If Genevieve does vanish, she'll take a washcloth from Dral before she takes a sip.
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