Ringo, the young man looks a little bit more comfortable after hearing your question and gives a chuckle, puffing himself up slightly. “Why the Brightsword festival of course! Every Waterdavian will be there! It’s in a few weeks on the 21st of Elaint, the equinoctial celebration. The City Guard, Watch, and Navy will hold parades, demonstrations, and recruitment, and the Griffon Cavalry will perform over the Fields of Triumph—!” He cuts himself off breathlessly, as if only now realizing how many words he’s strung together to a stranger.
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Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Ringo nods and says, "and is that the tune you plan to play at the festival? Maybe I can give you some pointers? I used to play with a troupe, you may have heard of them, The Phantom Players." Ringo unclasps his horn from its sling and an oiled rag and starts to shine his instrument. He then follows up with another question, "you seem to know what's happening in this city. You from here? Any juicy stories you can pass down to a fellow storyteller?"
Fluttercloak taps his beak gently against the table four times, then Kalmar's voice emerges "--ones". The three men nod a re-check their dice.
Ringo, the young bard pauses, sizing you up. "I was hoping to play a number of tunes, it's a long festival." He seems to have less of his boyish charm now, and as he holds your eye for slightly longer than might be polite, the feeling of being sized up returns. "You're really not from around here are you? I'd love to hear you play."
Jak chuckles. "Four fours".
Off at a nearby table a muscular female half-orc has begun challenging patrons to arm wrestling matches, and you hear her making good-heartedly emasculating comments to the man she just beat.
Balton looks under his dice cup again, confidently speaking out, "six ones."
"Liar," comes the almost lazy reply from Arlo and the dice are revealed. When the sixth one is shown Arlo smiles and sucks on a tooth. "Ah well...wanted another drink anyway." His smile widens and he goes to the bar.
"Where do you come from anyway?" Jak asks Kalmar as he begins rerolling his cup.
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Kalmar shakes his dice cup for a moment then stops. Me, a little town outside Cormyr originally, more of a hamlet really. But I heard the call of the road and I’ve been traveling since I was old enough to tell my old man to shove it. How about you lads? He puts his cup down on the table, peaks underneath and gives low whistle and winks at Jak.
Jak nods to Fluttercloak, who had been second last round. The kenku lets out three collections of four plunking noises, three fours.
"Four threes," Jak says after a pause. "Cormyr eh? You're a long way from home traveler; I can respect that, if not understand it. Us, we're Waterdavians, born and raised."
Ringo keeps his smile on the boy, "no, you're right, I'm not from around here. Is that obvious!"he says with a laugh, "and sure, I'll play a little ditty I've been working on while we made our way to Waterdeep."Ringo then stands up, licks his lips, and puts his horn to his lips and blows.
Kalmar looks over his shoulder and gives a half smile in admiration of Ringo’s tune then turns back to the game and looks at Dalton, Eyes raised... then cracks a more devious half smile. Six fives.
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Dalton scoffs, pausing, biting his lip. "Aw heck, liar." The dice are revealed and he smacks his head, shakes it, and stands without a word to join Arlo at the bar alongside a chuckle from Jak. As he arrives, Ringo begins his tune, and his, Arlo's, and indeed many of the bar patrons' heads turn to look. Kalmar and Fluttercloak look up from their game to enjoy the music, and they notice the young bard staring at Ringo, not with wonder or even envy, but with a look of satisfied appreciation, as he nods slowly and subtly, off the beat with the music. He says nothing when Ringo finishes, waiting for the halfing to speak.
Jak turns back to Kalmar and Fluttercloak, thrusting a thumb over his shoulder towards the halfling bard. "Man, you hear that?? That feels so good!" He begins to bob in his seat before looking at you awkwardly. "I haven't heard a tune that good in years! I suppose I'm first bet this round." He tosses an additional 5 coppers in the pot, bringing it up to 60 along with the two party members', and shakes his cup of dice.
Jak:
64345
Fluttercloak:
66661
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Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Fluttercloak pauses, the raps his beak on the table. *tap-tap...tap-tap...tap-tap...tap-tap...tap-tap...* Five twos. Jak pauses, eyes the inscrutable avian face. "Liar," he finally says. The dice are revealed and a heated halfling voice comes out of Fluttercloaks beak. "Aww fer feck's sake!!!". Jak grins, tosses in another five coppers, and looks at Kalmar while rolling his dice. "Looks like it's you and me stranger, my bet first."
Dalton looks up from his ale, flashing a wry smile despite himself. "My tune is the next round you're buying with this old man's coin!" Arlo gives a laugh, raising his glass to the words and taking a hearty sip.
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After finishing his tune, Ringo sits back down next to the bard, and reattaches his horn to its sling. "I call that, the Mangione Waltz, after a fellow trumpeter I knew before I was a part of the Phantom Players. I don't where that son-of-a-***** is, but if you ever hear he's in town you best make it to see one of his shows. Now, I'd love to give you a tip or two if you've had it."
Ringo, the bard gives a wry smile. "I don't know if I'm in need of pointers, friend, but there may indeed by a way you might help me. The names Mereg, but most call me Threestrings. I'm proud to call myself a memb—"
Kalmar, Fluttercloak watches silently as Jak eyes his dice once more with a length pause. "Hmmm," he says, "Four si—"
Then all the noise is eclipsed by a shout: “Ya pig! Like killin’ me mates, does ya?” The half-orc who was arm wrestling is hit by a wild, swinging punch from a male human whose shaved head is covered with eye-shaped tattoos. Four other humans stand behind him, ready to jump into the fray. The half-orc cracks her knuckles, roars, and leaps at the tattooed figure — but before you can see if blood is drawn, a crowd of spectators clusters around the brawl.
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Ringo jumps up from his seat, places his hand over this hilt of his longsword, and looks over at Kalmar and Flutter before running towards the fray. As he tries to get a fuller picture of the brawl, Ringo tries to remember if he recognizes the tattoos on the shaved head man.
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]Kalmar‘s roll
2 6 3 2 1
I’m Kal and this is Cloak, nice to meet you all. Who’s the action to, boys?
“Your bet first friend.”
Ringo, the young man looks a little bit more comfortable after hearing your question and gives a chuckle, puffing himself up slightly. “Why the Brightsword festival of course! Every Waterdavian will be there! It’s in a few weeks on the 21st of Elaint, the equinoctial celebration. The City Guard, Watch, and Navy will hold parades, demonstrations, and recruitment, and the Griffon Cavalry will perform over the Fields of Triumph—!” He cuts himself off breathlessly, as if only now realizing how many words he’s strung together to a stranger.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Kalmar smiles and looks at the men in turn. Two ones.
Ringo nods and says, "and is that the tune you plan to play at the festival? Maybe I can give you some pointers? I used to play with a troupe, you may have heard of them, The Phantom Players." Ringo unclasps his horn from its sling and an oiled rag and starts to shine his instrument. He then follows up with another question, "you seem to know what's happening in this city. You from here? Any juicy stories you can pass down to a fellow storyteller?"
Fluttercloak taps his beak gently against the table four times, then Kalmar's voice emerges "--ones". The three men nod a re-check their dice.
Ringo, the young bard pauses, sizing you up. "I was hoping to play a number of tunes, it's a long festival." He seems to have less of his boyish charm now, and as he holds your eye for slightly longer than might be polite, the feeling of being sized up returns. "You're really not from around here are you? I'd love to hear you play."
Jak chuckles. "Four fours".
Off at a nearby table a muscular female half-orc has begun challenging patrons to arm wrestling matches, and you hear her making good-heartedly emasculating comments to the man she just beat.
Balton looks under his dice cup again, confidently speaking out, "six ones."
"Liar," comes the almost lazy reply from Arlo and the dice are revealed. When the sixth one is shown Arlo smiles and sucks on a tooth. "Ah well...wanted another drink anyway." His smile widens and he goes to the bar.
"Where do you come from anyway?" Jak asks Kalmar as he begins rerolling his cup.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
((At the end of each round go ahead and check the spoilers with all the rolls))
Fluttercloak:
6 2 5 2 5
Jak:
2 5 1 2 3
Balton:
4 4 2 3 1
The pot is now at 45 copper (25 first round, 20 second). Also goddammit I made 6 rolls again, please ignore the banner.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Kalmar shakes his dice cup for a moment then stops. Me, a little town outside Cormyr originally, more of a hamlet really. But I heard the call of the road and I’ve been traveling since I was old enough to tell my old man to shove it. How about you lads? He puts his cup down on the table, peaks underneath and gives low whistle and winks at Jak.
Kalmar’s new roll
2 5 3 2 4
Who’s first this time?
Jak nods to Fluttercloak, who had been second last round. The kenku lets out three collections of four plunking noises, three fours.
"Four threes," Jak says after a pause. "Cormyr eh? You're a long way from home traveler; I can respect that, if not understand it. Us, we're Waterdavians, born and raised."
"Five threes." Balton says.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Ringo keeps his smile on the boy, "no, you're right, I'm not from around here. Is that obvious!" he says with a laugh, "and sure, I'll play a little ditty I've been working on while we made our way to Waterdeep." Ringo then stands up, licks his lips, and puts his horn to his lips and blows.
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And here's the tune he's playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/2M7EflZCPCqqRLB9hy5MDy?si=ExJ0l6J8RlmHgZAhEgOx6w
((Just imagine just the trumpet...))
Kalmar looks over his shoulder and gives a half smile in admiration of Ringo’s tune then turns back to the game and looks at Dalton, Eyes raised... then cracks a more devious half smile. Six fives.
Dalton scoffs, pausing, biting his lip. "Aw heck, liar." The dice are revealed and he smacks his head, shakes it, and stands without a word to join Arlo at the bar alongside a chuckle from Jak. As he arrives, Ringo begins his tune, and his, Arlo's, and indeed many of the bar patrons' heads turn to look. Kalmar and Fluttercloak look up from their game to enjoy the music, and they notice the young bard staring at Ringo, not with wonder or even envy, but with a look of satisfied appreciation, as he nods slowly and subtly, off the beat with the music. He says nothing when Ringo finishes, waiting for the halfing to speak.
Jak turns back to Kalmar and Fluttercloak, thrusting a thumb over his shoulder towards the halfling bard. "Man, you hear that?? That feels so good!" He begins to bob in his seat before looking at you awkwardly. "I haven't heard a tune that good in years! I suppose I'm first bet this round." He tosses an additional 5 coppers in the pot, bringing it up to 60 along with the two party members', and shakes his cup of dice.
Jak:
6 4 3 4 5
Fluttercloak:
6 6 6 6 1
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
"Three threes," he says.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Kalmar shakes his dice in time with the music. Before bringing the cup down.
3 4 6 2 6
Oh, my boy Ringo? Hey can play a tune alright. What about you, Dalton? What’s your tune? Oh, and four threes.
Fluttercloak pauses, the raps his beak on the table. *tap-tap...tap-tap...tap-tap...tap-tap...tap-tap...* Five twos. Jak pauses, eyes the inscrutable avian face. "Liar," he finally says. The dice are revealed and a heated halfling voice comes out of Fluttercloaks beak. "Aww fer feck's sake!!!". Jak grins, tosses in another five coppers, and looks at Kalmar while rolling his dice. "Looks like it's you and me stranger, my bet first."
6 6 3 1 6
"Two sixes."
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Dalton looks up from his ale, flashing a wry smile despite himself. "My tune is the next round you're buying with this old man's coin!" Arlo gives a laugh, raising his glass to the words and taking a hearty sip.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
After finishing his tune, Ringo sits back down next to the bard, and reattaches his horn to its sling. "I call that, the Mangione Waltz, after a fellow trumpeter I knew before I was a part of the Phantom Players. I don't where that son-of-a-***** is, but if you ever hear he's in town you best make it to see one of his shows. Now, I'd love to give you a tip or two if you've had it."
4 5 2 3 5
We shall see, Dalton, we shall see! Three ones.
Ringo, the bard gives a wry smile. "I don't know if I'm in need of pointers, friend, but there may indeed by a way you might help me. The names Mereg, but most call me Threestrings. I'm proud to call myself a memb—"
Kalmar, Fluttercloak watches silently as Jak eyes his dice once more with a length pause. "Hmmm," he says, "Four si—"
Then all the noise is eclipsed by a shout: “Ya pig! Like killin’ me mates, does ya?” The half-orc who was arm wrestling is hit by a wild, swinging punch from a male human whose shaved head is covered with eye-shaped tattoos. Four other humans stand behind him, ready to jump into the fray. The half-orc cracks her knuckles, roars, and leaps at the tattooed figure — but before you can see if blood is drawn, a crowd of spectators clusters around the brawl.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Ringo jumps up from his seat, places his hand over this hilt of his longsword, and looks over at Kalmar and Flutter before running towards the fray. As he tries to get a fuller picture of the brawl, Ringo tries to remember if he recognizes the tattoos on the shaved head man.
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