Another hooded figure, just barely over 5 feet tall had slipped in the doorway just before the man storms out the door. The slam of the door caught their attention, turning their head to the door. Light would catch the face of the individual revealing a feminine face with light blue skin and big blue-black eyes. Her eyebrows were raised in curiosity about what all the fuss was about.
Maya would look back into the tavern, watching some fishermen leave a table. With a shrug, she’d walk up to the bar flagging down the bartender for a cider and the sweetest treat they may have to offer before looking for a seat near where all the commotion just occurred.
She’d spot another hooded figure trying to blend in with a tail wrapped around their waist. Maya would take a seat. “Not a local either?” She would pull down her hood, revealing long silver hair with light blue tips and slightly pointed ears. With a tilt of her head, she’d smile a friendly smile.
You manage to get close enough to hear the conversation. It would seem that one of the men took his boat someplace that, according to legend is out of bounds for fishing.
Bertrand looks up as someone sits next to him, his tail twitching slightly as he raises eyes slowly from his spellbook. He carefully shuts it and returns it to a leather pouch on his belt, clasping it shut. "No I am not. I merely came here on a ship to find work. Unfortunately that has nothing to do with fishing, which seems to be the staple of this place..." He has a curt and stiff tone, obviously not that fond of speaking much or at least so it seemed.
Perception: 15
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Sensing his aloofness, Maya would just chuckle a little to herself. “Is that what all that fuss was about? Fishing?” She’d nod her head in the direction of the table scrap before sitting back in her seat to nibble on her treat. She wouldn’t really press him much more for small talk if he didn’t really care too.
Maya is just genuinely curious about what makes people tick.
You hear the men speak about an old abandoned mansion perched on the cliffs over looking the spot where the fisherman had his boat. " Cursed, Haunted, and Undead." are some of the words that spill from their lips. Along with, "Fortune".
Betrand can only shrug as he gives an uninterested towards the people, not able to make out what they are saying. He quickly finishes the rest of his meal, his tail shifting to the side so that it hits the floor with a small "thunk" as it make contact with the wood. "I only came for work that fits what I know. I find myself feeling uneasy without the rocking of a boat beneath me."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
A THIRD hooded figure comes in and she immediately notices the tiefling trying to keep a low profile. She says in infernal, "What are the odds? Its not often I see one ours wandering around. Mind if I sit?" She doesn't wait for an answer and pulls her hood down revealing two curls horns on the side of her head and silver eyes. She switch to common and addresses the gensai, "Hello, the name is Songbird, Shirley. Nice to meet you as well water-woman."
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Gash- Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
A human male stands up from his table and walks towards Gridolpho (as he heard the words haunted and fortune, too). "I, too saw that ruckus. Seems that the one guy left in a hurry. What was the argument about?"
Bertrand seems to be annoyed as everyone seems to gather around him, his tail showing this irritation as it occasionally twitches. As he hears someone speak to him in the language of the Nine Hells he does pay closer attention "It is not very surprising since we are shunned. I did not expect to see more then one tiefling though as you have said. I can only imagine the humans will be uneasy to hear us talk in this way." He replies in infernal before turning to the others and switching to common. "I know nothing more then they were talking of fishing.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
The Fisherman that attracted the ire of the others, finishes his meal and heads for the exit. As he leaves the other fishermen grow quiet when he passess their tables on his way out. " Burgum should know better than to fish near the old Tobin place." You overhear a server remark as she places a couple of platters down at a nearby table. " What about all that treasure ?" Replies another server as she passes by with her hands full of filled mugs.
"Apparently there's an ol' abandoned mansion on the cliffs somewhere. Blah blah cursed blah blah undead blah blah. Seems it goes against local tradition to fish there. I'm thinkin' of checkin' it out, myself. Purely out of duty to tha community."
Maya would sit up straight, popping the last bite of her treat in her mouth before taking a swig if her cider to wash it down. She’d place her mug back on the table with a normal thud. “Please do.” The genasi would say extra cheerily watching the male thiefling’s tail twitch. “Hi Shirley. I’m Maya.” She’d nod her head in a courteous bow and smile before offering her hand over the table for a shake.
Acting as if the new comers were naturally there all along, Maya would respond “Sounds like someone went fishing where they shouldn’t of?” She’d shrug yet again. “Maya by the way. In case you both missed it.” She’d nod and smile to each of them.
"Suit yourself. I am here for work until or a proper vessel comes to port. From there I plan to sail to Waterdeep. The sooner the better as I have found no work here." Bertrand says as he reaches for his all book once more, absent mindedly tapping his fingers on his staff that leaned against the table.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayla slams her third mug down at her table, whips her head around and points a finger at Gridolpho. "Sounds like *hic* bloody greed to me!" Kayla raises her hand for a fourth pint.
"Suit yourself. I am here for work until or a proper vessel comes to port. From there I plan to sail to Waterdeep. The sooner the better as I have found no work here." Bertrand says as he reaches for his all book once more, absent mindedly tapping his fingers on his staff that leaned against the table.
"Hmm. That's too bad. Could use a keen mind like yers to unravel any secrets tha mansion might hold."
Another hooded figure, just barely over 5 feet tall had slipped in the doorway just before the man storms out the door. The slam of the door caught their attention, turning their head to the door. Light would catch the face of the individual revealing a feminine face with light blue skin and big blue-black eyes. Her eyebrows were raised in curiosity about what all the fuss was about.
Maya would look back into the tavern, watching some fishermen leave a table. With a shrug, she’d walk up to the bar flagging down the bartender for a cider and the sweetest treat they may have to offer before looking for a seat near where all the commotion just occurred.
She’d spot another hooded figure trying to blend in with a tail wrapped around their waist. Maya would take a seat. “Not a local either?” She would pull down her hood, revealing long silver hair with light blue tips and slightly pointed ears. With a tilt of her head, she’d smile a friendly smile.
just an unstable unicorn.
You manage to get close enough to hear the conversation. It would seem that one of the men took his boat someplace that, according to legend is out of bounds for fishing.
Make a Perception Check (DC 14)
Please call out in post who you'd like to make the check.
Assuming it's me.
Perception: 8
DCI: 3319125026
Bertrand looks up as someone sits next to him, his tail twitching slightly as he raises eyes slowly from his spellbook. He carefully shuts it and returns it to a leather pouch on his belt, clasping it shut. "No I am not. I merely came here on a ship to find work. Unfortunately that has nothing to do with fishing, which seems to be the staple of this place..." He has a curt and stiff tone, obviously not that fond of speaking much or at least so it seemed.
Perception: 15
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)
Sensing his aloofness, Maya would just chuckle a little to herself. “Is that what all that fuss was about? Fishing?” She’d nod her head in the direction of the table scrap before sitting back in her seat to nibble on her treat. She wouldn’t really press him much more for small talk if he didn’t really care too.
Maya is just genuinely curious about what makes people tick.
just an unstable unicorn.
You hear the men speak about an old abandoned mansion perched on the cliffs over looking the spot where the fisherman had his boat. " Cursed, Haunted, and Undead." are some of the words that spill from their lips. Along with, "Fortune".
Betrand can only shrug as he gives an uninterested towards the people, not able to make out what they are saying. He quickly finishes the rest of his meal, his tail shifting to the side so that it hits the floor with a small "thunk" as it make contact with the wood. "I only came for work that fits what I know. I find myself feeling uneasy without the rocking of a boat beneath me."
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)
Gridolpho's ears perk up at the mention of "fortune".
He thinks to himself: **Fortune? Might be worth a little risk. Now all I need are some cohorts willing ta go along wid me.**
He glances around and notices the group gathering at the table. The Lightfoot crosses the room and joins them at the table.
"Gridolpho Nine-Fingers, nice ta meetcha. You folk have any idea what the ruckus was all about?"
DCI: 3319125026
I assume Gridolpho approached the table where Betrand, and Maya are sitting?
A THIRD hooded figure comes in and she immediately notices the tiefling trying to keep a low profile. She says in infernal, "What are the odds? Its not often I see one ours wandering around. Mind if I sit?" She doesn't wait for an answer and pulls her hood down revealing two curls horns on the side of her head and silver eyes. She switch to common and addresses the gensai, "Hello, the name is Songbird, Shirley. Nice to meet you as well water-woman."
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
A human male stands up from his table and walks towards Gridolpho (as he heard the words haunted and fortune, too). "I, too saw that ruckus. Seems that the one guy left in a hurry. What was the argument about?"
Yes.
DCI: 3319125026
Bertrand seems to be annoyed as everyone seems to gather around him, his tail showing this irritation as it occasionally twitches. As he hears someone speak to him in the language of the Nine Hells he does pay closer attention "It is not very surprising since we are shunned. I did not expect to see more then one tiefling though as you have said. I can only imagine the humans will be uneasy to hear us talk in this way." He replies in infernal before turning to the others and switching to common. "I know nothing more then they were talking of fishing.
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 Fisherman that attracted the ire of the others, finishes his meal and heads for the exit. As he leaves the other fishermen grow quiet when he passess their tables on his way out. " Burgum should know better than to fish near the old Tobin place." You overhear a server remark as she places a couple of platters down at a nearby table. " What about all that treasure ?" Replies another server as she passes by with her hands full of filled mugs.
"Apparently there's an ol' abandoned mansion on the cliffs somewhere. Blah blah cursed blah blah undead blah blah. Seems it goes against local tradition to fish there. I'm thinkin' of checkin' it out, myself. Purely out of duty to tha community."
DCI: 3319125026
Maya would sit up straight, popping the last bite of her treat in her mouth before taking a swig if her cider to wash it down. She’d place her mug back on the table with a normal thud. “Please do.” The genasi would say extra cheerily watching the male thiefling’s tail twitch. “Hi Shirley. I’m Maya.” She’d nod her head in a courteous bow and smile before offering her hand over the table for a shake.
Acting as if the new comers were naturally there all along, Maya would respond “Sounds like someone went fishing where they shouldn’t of?” She’d shrug yet again. “Maya by the way. In case you both missed it.” She’d nod and smile to each of them.
just an unstable unicorn.
"Suit yourself. I am here for work until or a proper vessel comes to port. From there I plan to sail to Waterdeep. The sooner the better as I have found no work here." Bertrand says as he reaches for his all book once more, absent mindedly tapping his fingers on his staff that leaned against the table.
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)
Kayla slams her third mug down at her table, whips her head around and points a finger at Gridolpho. "Sounds like *hic* bloody greed to me!" Kayla raises her hand for a fourth pint.
"Hmm. That's too bad. Could use a keen mind like yers to unravel any secrets tha mansion might hold."
DCI: 3319125026
Bertrand. Make an Arcana Check (DC 14)