OOC: May be this is a good time to describe what we see? I mean, how our character look like.
When Ben and Nawien entered the tavern, what other saw looked like two humans, who wandered in the wrong place - both obviously belonged to the inner Rings, though a man - also obviously - could handle himself and knew his way around weapons. The girl by his side did not look like anyone familiar even with the word "weapon" - a young pretty thing, strawberry-blond, green eyed, dressed as a middle class "inners", more curious than worried and as if always ready to smile. Something like this:
P.S. Can not comment on Ben (do not know how does he look). Would love to know what Nawien sees.
Marun leans back casually in his seat as he waits for the others to introduce themselves. He is strong, but wiry, not heavily muscled, and danger sits behind his eyes. He has a number of scars on his chest and arms, and he has clearly seen battle before. Marun's skin has a scally texture which is a rich cobalt blue on the ridges and an almost grey denim blue in-between the scales. The armour he wears has been patched and repaired many times, but is well oiled and fits perfectly. Despite the shadow behind his eyes, Marun looks like he has a smile that comes easily and often.
OOC: Couldn't find a picture that I thought went well enough for a description.
Description of Thokk: Male - 6' 2" - Grey skin - Brown hair cut short - Thick brow ridge above Blue eyes - Short pointed lower canines - Broad shoulders - Dressed like someone who either doesn't own many clothes or doesn't care as much about their appearance.
Thokk - Patiently sitting and waiting for the other to finish introducing themselves, until two individuals come walking in from the back door. Thokk looks at them and he can't remember either of them being a party to what took place in the alleyway and says to them, "This is a private meeting...it would probably be best for you to see yourself out."
OOC: Couldn't find a picture that I thought went well enough for a description.
Description of Thokk: Male - 6' 2" - Grey skin - Brown hair cut short - Thick brow ridge above Blue eyes - Short pointed lower canines - Broad shoulders - Dressed like someone who either doesn't own many clothes or doesn't care as much about their appearance.
Thokk - Patiently sitting and waiting for the other to finish introducing themselves, until two individuals come walking in from the back door. Thokk looks at them and he can't remember either of them being a party to what took place in the alleyway and says to them, "This is a private meeting...it would probably be best for you to see yourself out."
You jump, startled by the hand that suddenly grabs your shoulder. Its Zephyre, he must have snuck in while you were distracted with shouting across the tavern at the two newcomers. The others seem just as surprised to see him come seeming out of the shadows. They of course saw his approach toward you before he attempts to get your attention.
"They are a key piece as to why everything happened tonight. They also have a relic that is needed for the very rewarding adventure that is afoot." "The least we can do is let them acquire a room, most of the rooms are on the other side of the building anyhow. I sort of told them I could provide a roof over their heads for the night seeing as to how late it is and how dangerous these parts can be."
"How is everyone? The indecent has been covered up for now, let's just hope no one does a detailed investigation on the matter."
Thokk - Surprised by the return of the elf Thokk stiffens at the hand on his shoulder and thinks, "How is this guy so quiet!? That's twice that has happened!," he looks up to the face of the owner of the hand and says (sarcastically), "Please...(gesturing with his hand) have a seat, maybe a drink or two...then perhaps you could be so kind as to tell us who you are? And more importantly why should we care?". Still unnerved by the appearance of the elf Thokk takes a large gulp of his ale.
Feeling every part of my body hurt, I manage to get on my feet. Looking at myself, I realize how completely naked I am and sight. I press an arm against my breast first to hold them, but also to hide some of my nudity. I look up and see the hole in the wall. "What happened?... Ah yeah. Wow. That was intense." I murmur to myself. "Since I am the one down here and there no blood around, it must be safe to assume that Gia is fine. Better take a look though." I start walking toward the tavern's entrance, with my harm as only cover. I'm still wearing my jewelry and my other garments, but nothing I could really use, so I assume the situation. As I walk and once inside, I act as if I was ignoring any any comments or stare, but I take mental notes of the reactions. On my way to Gia, I will ask and grab a beer without stopping, slowly walking with confidence, despite the pain that I'm hiding. All I want is to get to Gia and fall on my bed as soon as everything has been sorted out with him. "Maybe he can help me understand what happened..
The front door to the tavern is locked so you knock on it hard, a few moments later Laaz, the owner, opens the door with your clothes in hand. Once inside he locks the door back, you notice a crowd of people around a table in the farthest part of the establishment. All of them look in your direction curiously before Laaz waves at them dissmisively.
He then explains how Gia left money to cover the damages to the room and how he also paid for you to have a different room for the night.
"I dont know what happened up therrreee", he hisses like a lizard man, "and it's none of my busssssssinesss but the giant of a man was very upset with himself, spoke of how he wanted to apologize in perssssson but that he had to leave immediately. He looked very odd, almost as a complete different persssson. Before he ran out he told me to passsss on a messssage. He said that if you wanted to speak with him, he would be back at this tavern in two days. He left you the horn he was drinking from, lucky you it's still a quarter full. You knew room is through these doors second on the left."
You grab the horn and tuck it in your belt then grab a full mug sitting on the bar before hurrying off.
OOC: May be this is a good time to describe what we see? I mean, how our character look like.
When Ben and Nawien entered the tavern, what other saw looked like two humans, who wandered in the wrong place - both obviously belonged to the inner Rings, though a man - also obviously - could handle himself and knew his way around weapons. The girl by his side did not look like anyone familiar even with the word "weapon" - a young pretty thing, strawberry-blond, green eyed, dressed as a middle class "inners", more curious than worried and as if always ready to smile. Something like this:
P.S. Can not comment on Ben (do not know how does he look). Would love to know what Nawien sees.
A lizardman walks up to you and Ben
"Hello, I'm sorry but we are close for the time being as you have heard", he point toward the orcs comment.
Zephyre approaches and Laaz, the owner of the tavern, looks suprised to see the elf.
"We cross paths again friends. These two and myself will be joining the group of individuals in the back, also if you can provide this two with a bed tonight I will cover the expenses." Zephyre reaches in a pocket and pulls out 5 gold coins before placing them in Laaz's welcoming hand.
"Yesss, and under the worst circumstances, as usual. Just let me know if my assssssistance is needed." Laaz says before apologizing to you and Ben for his greeting earlier.
"Just come to me when you are ready to lay down." Laaz goes to the kitchen before returning with several dishes that him and his server bring to the back table where everyone is seated.
As Maze enters the tavern, people see this, except for the two items of clothing that would be hiding her intimate parts (she is also missing her weapon). One of her arm is trying to replace the upper piece:
Her second arm is grabbing the missing items of clothing, as well as a well-made, fine quality cloak, which are being given to her by Laaz, the owner. She is a quite unusually tall and large Orc [see with the DM if you know here or her family's name, it's probably the case]. Including her voluptuous hair, she is slightly over eight-foot tall and heavy enough to make the floor tremble when she jumped from the stage at the end of her earlier performance. Holding her possessions with one arm to hide her imposing breasts, she is standing straight, showing refinement and pride despite her unfortunate complete nudity.
+++Maze's point of view+++
"Not bad... I made it inside. I need to lay down... but I definitely need a drink first""Thank you good man. I'm glad that GIA, yes that's the GIANT's name..." she says staring at Laaz with rebuke, "... could take care of everything. You should cover up this whole before the vermin lets itself in."
She then grabs her clothes and say "thank you for the messages. I'll be heading to my room. If you have a place to bath, have someone take me there as soon as it's ready. If not, have someone bring me the closest thing you have of it into my room. Once it's done, take good note that I don't want anything nor anyone come and disturb me until I'm finished resting." Her clothes pressed against her breast by one arm, she grabs a mug sitting on the bar, full of what can be assumed to be beer, and swallows it whole in a sip before walking toward the stairs leading upstairs. As she walks in this direction, she screens the people in the room shamelessly and says loudly, "William! I hope you're done whining! Now come with me and bring me my stuff." She then turns her head and starts walking up the stairs, not looking slightly concerned about giving everyone behind a full view of her completely naked back.
Nawien could not help it but smile - whoever Zephyre was, he knew how to handle people of any race. She was not sure it is a good thing to be "a key piece" in his plans (after all, sacrificial lamb is a key piece of many rituals) but it was too late (or too early) to argue. For now, Nawien silently followed elf to the table with quite diverse and dangerously looking company around it. The impressive entrance (and leave) of a giant naked orcess was very fitting to the scene, adding finishing touch to the atmosphere. Feeling herself as a heroin from one of her favorite adventure book, she quietly sat down, waiting to be introduced or the opportunity to do it herself.
Thokk - Sees the couple from the back walk over with the Elf, however is distracted by the female orc he leans into the group that is already at the table before the couple and the elf get there and asks quietly, "Whoa...who is that?", after hearing her exchange with the bartender and watching her walk away...he turns his attention back to the couple that takes their seats at the table. Thokk then addresses the Elf, "Care to introduce us to your 'Key Pieces',?".
I take a take a swig of my ale, and lean back, I think "seems to be a rather disparate band, mostly races that I do not always get along with, thieving orcs, strange dragonken, suspicious elves and a grasping human, I will need to be on my guard", nodding to the new couple that come to the table, "Well met, let us see where this tale leads us."
Rusty calculates it is best to introduce himself than to be called upon by the group. The group sees a petite cloaked fabled Warforged standing at only 4'9", the stories of old seem to have been embellished for those that have never seen a Warforged before.
The nomenclature bestowed upon me by my previous patron is Rusty, this is attempt at humor which I found the standard reaction to be that of an upward optic deviation to a guttural verbal convulsions. I do not know my original designation or anything from before my restoration.
"Hello everyone, I am Zephyre, as some of you may already know." "Now as I've explained previously to most of you, someone has been behind a large scale flood of deadly drugs all over Arkadia. The particular Elf you ran into today was one of the main creators of the highly addictive and overwhelming substance. You might be thinking to yourself, well if I dont do the drug I will be ok. . . Wrong! Just like most drugs the user themselves become threat drastically changing the way they think and act. Also, like most drugs, it is easily slipped into drinks, food, or even through blood transfusion, or in your eyes. Finally the most disturbing and worrisome result of the substance happens after death. The fatality rate is 100% in all cases so far. . .and in all cases. . the victims souls themselves have been taken. The soul remains in the body after death in most cases, slowly releasing itself and even after it has completely slipped from the owner's body there are traces left behind. . . All of the main leaders are trying to keep everything hush hush right now, but if something isn't done sooner rather than later then the whole city will crumble under the rule of chaos and death. Not to mention every corner of our existence. I know so much because I myself am a ruler of a country. Far to the northeast, past the great desert. I also acquired information from very reliable sources that most of the countries leaders are the ones running this ****fest of chaos and murder."
"The two humans I have invited to the "party" was supposed to meet with the deceased elf to sell him an artifact that their boss sent them to deliver. I observed the two for a short time from a rooftop before approaching them. When they explained why they were eavesdropping on the rest of yall and the predicament they were In due to the dead client I asked to examine the said artifact. I recognized it easily, one of a very few made amulets that helps with certain alchemical magics. This confirmed my suspicions of his dealings with the drug."
I was very suprised to see the elf so easily taken out until I thought on the matter for some time. The Elf was known to have all kinds of magical protections and enchantments on him at all times, making him near unkillable, however sense they mostly protect against living things. . he was easily caught off guard, his massive ego of not being able to be killed by anyone being his downfall. On top of that, what followed after he was stabbed made sure that what ever protection he might have had was definitely useless."
Marun, hrumphs at the description of the deadly drug. He looks around at the group sitting at the table then back at Zephyrethe. "So you mean to say that there is a fatal drug out there that is being used. You don't really know where it is coming from, governments are keeping it covered up, and the people involved have the ability to be 'unkillable'?...We're screwed. I mean, look at us. We're a ragtag group of people who don't even know more than each other's first name." Marun waved his hand in Rusty's general direction. "A few moments ago we were preparing to rip this scrapheap over here apart. Things really must be desperate."
Marun turned his gaze anew on his companions. If they were to end up having to rely on each other, they would need to get to know each other very quickly. Back on the boat, the shared experience of raising sails, scrubbing decks and hauling anchor helped build a sense of unity and teamwork. He doubted they would have any such opportunity here.
I sit back and look around, "While I do tend to agree with the Dragon-ken, Marun if I remember right, I may not be as pessimistic to say we're screwed. However I do have some doubts as to the ability of some here, and how you expect us to throw aside petty jealousies and racial grudges just like that." I click my fingers, "One must assume that you have some notion of where to start, or you would just be wasting all of our time? Was the elf unique in that he had magical protections, or do you have knowledge that others in that organisation have the same protections? If that's the case, how do you expect a rag-tag rabble (no offence) to stop them?"
"I do agree that your organisation must be scraping the bottom of the proverbial barrel if you think the best course of action is to recruit random folk from probably the dingiest bar in Ring City."
I think to myself "how in the name of Moradin did I get myself into this mess?"
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Odo Proudfoot - Lvl 10 Halfling Monk - Princes of the Apocalypse (Campaign Finished)
Nawien was not sure the pause in Zephyre's speech was her cue to say anything, but one thing had to be made clear:
- Not sell, only to deliver. The medallion. We were supposed to deliver some gift to the valued customer of our boss, as you called him. I am not even sure he, himself, knew the purpose of this thing. He is a collector of a sort - for example, I am scribing a rare book for him, which he cherishes as a piece of art rather than a reading material. We were not a delivery boys and girls, but an entourage, so to speak, to show respect to now dead Elf.
There were thousands of questions she wonted to ask that mysterious Zephyre but surprisingly ... not exactly friendly ... non-hostile and reasonable dragonborn remind her about another matter:
- Our government is not hiding things. Not anymore at least - since early morning there are warnings all over the city and promise of reward for any information about criminal activity.
Nawien turned to Zephire: - Should not you contact the authorities? As a ruler yourself?
The door to the bar unexpectedly opens, and a figure dressed in a heavy coat of a nautical cut and a wide-brimmed hat enters. The hat is removed to reveal the face of a woman with long, dark red hair. She swaggers past the table without a glance and stops at the bar, rapping on it twice with her knuckles.
"Barkeep!" she says loudly. "I'll have a shot of rum. And as a chaser, I'll have a shot of rum."
She waits a moment, then suddenly seems to notice there is no barkeeper behind the bar. She looks around for one, then looks over the bar as if she expects to find someone hiding crouched behind it. With a sigh of disgust, she slides over the bar and pour two shots of rum herself before returning to the other side.
She sits on a stool there, back to the bar and a shot of rum in each hand, watching the meeting with interest.
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Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) WoodElf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2 Last Tree StandingTabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1 Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
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OOC: May be this is a good time to describe what we see? I mean, how our character look like.
When Ben and Nawien entered the tavern, what other saw looked like two humans, who wandered in the wrong place - both obviously belonged to the inner Rings, though a man - also obviously - could handle himself and knew his way around weapons. The girl by his side did not look like anyone familiar even with the word "weapon" - a young pretty thing, strawberry-blond, green eyed, dressed as a middle class "inners", more curious than worried and as if always ready to smile. Something like this:
P.S. Can not comment on Ben (do not know how does he look). Would love to know what Nawien sees.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Marun leans back casually in his seat as he waits for the others to introduce themselves. He is strong, but wiry, not heavily muscled, and danger sits behind his eyes. He has a number of scars on his chest and arms, and he has clearly seen battle before. Marun's skin has a scally texture which is a rich cobalt blue on the ridges and an almost grey denim blue in-between the scales. The armour he wears has been patched and repaired many times, but is well oiled and fits perfectly. Despite the shadow behind his eyes, Marun looks like he has a smile that comes easily and often.
OOC: Couldn't find a picture that I thought went well enough for a description.
Description of Thokk: Male - 6' 2" - Grey skin - Brown hair cut short - Thick brow ridge above Blue eyes - Short pointed lower canines - Broad shoulders - Dressed like someone who either doesn't own many clothes or doesn't care as much about their appearance.
Thokk - Patiently sitting and waiting for the other to finish introducing themselves, until two individuals come walking in from the back door. Thokk looks at them and he can't remember either of them being a party to what took place in the alleyway and says to them, "This is a private meeting...it would probably be best for you to see yourself out."
Cade Overhill/ Level 3 / Halfling / Bard - Talaveroth (sub-campaign 1)
Manneo "Bear Killer" Thuliaga / Level 1 / Goliath / Monk - Curse of Strahd
You jump, startled by the hand that suddenly grabs your shoulder. Its Zephyre, he must have snuck in while you were distracted with shouting across the tavern at the two newcomers. The others seem just as surprised to see him come seeming out of the shadows. They of course saw his approach toward you before he attempts to get your attention.
"They are a key piece as to why everything happened tonight. They also have a relic that is needed for the very rewarding adventure that is afoot." "The least we can do is let them acquire a room, most of the rooms are on the other side of the building anyhow. I sort of told them I could provide a roof over their heads for the night seeing as to how late it is and how dangerous these parts can be."
"How is everyone? The indecent has been covered up for now, let's just hope no one does a detailed investigation on the matter."
TheWise
Thokk - Surprised by the return of the elf Thokk stiffens at the hand on his shoulder and thinks, "How is this guy so quiet!? That's twice that has happened!," he looks up to the face of the owner of the hand and says (sarcastically), "Please...(gesturing with his hand) have a seat, maybe a drink or two...then perhaps you could be so kind as to tell us who you are? And more importantly why should we care?". Still unnerved by the appearance of the elf Thokk takes a large gulp of his ale.
Cade Overhill/ Level 3 / Halfling / Bard - Talaveroth (sub-campaign 1)
Manneo "Bear Killer" Thuliaga / Level 1 / Goliath / Monk - Curse of Strahd
Cyst is a young warrior with thick black beard and moustache, a smart grin.
He wears a horned helmet and goes around with his long glaive
,
MAZE
Feeling every part of my body hurt, I manage to get on my feet. Looking at myself, I realize how completely naked I am and sight. I press an arm against my breast first to hold them, but also to hide some of my nudity. I look up and see the hole in the wall. "What happened?... Ah yeah. Wow. That was intense." I murmur to myself. "Since I am the one down here and there no blood around, it must be safe to assume that Gia is fine. Better take a look though." I start walking toward the tavern's entrance, with my harm as only cover. I'm still wearing my jewelry and my other garments, but nothing I could really use, so I assume the situation. As I walk and once inside, I act as if I was ignoring any any comments or stare, but I take mental notes of the reactions. On my way to Gia, I will ask and grab a beer without stopping, slowly walking with confidence, despite the pain that I'm hiding. All I want is to get to Gia and fall on my bed as soon as everything has been sorted out with him. "Maybe he can help me understand what happened..
The front door to the tavern is locked so you knock on it hard, a few moments later Laaz, the owner, opens the door with your clothes in hand. Once inside he locks the door back, you notice a crowd of people around a table in the farthest part of the establishment. All of them look in your direction curiously before Laaz waves at them dissmisively.
He then explains how Gia left money to cover the damages to the room and how he also paid for you to have a different room for the night.
"I dont know what happened up therrreee", he hisses like a lizard man, "and it's none of my busssssssinesss but the giant of a man was very upset with himself, spoke of how he wanted to apologize in perssssson but that he had to leave immediately. He looked very odd, almost as a complete different persssson. Before he ran out he told me to passsss on a messssage. He said that if you wanted to speak with him, he would be back at this tavern in two days. He left you the horn he was drinking from, lucky you it's still a quarter full. You knew room is through these doors second on the left."
You grab the horn and tuck it in your belt then grab a full mug sitting on the bar before hurrying off.
TheWise
A lizardman walks up to you and Ben
"Hello, I'm sorry but we are close for the time being as you have heard", he point toward the orcs comment.
Zephyre approaches and Laaz, the owner of the tavern, looks suprised to see the elf.
"We cross paths again friends. These two and myself will be joining the group of individuals in the back, also if you can provide this two with a bed tonight I will cover the expenses." Zephyre reaches in a pocket and pulls out 5 gold coins before placing them in Laaz's welcoming hand.
"Yesss, and under the worst circumstances, as usual. Just let me know if my assssssistance is needed." Laaz says before apologizing to you and Ben for his greeting earlier.
"Just come to me when you are ready to lay down." Laaz goes to the kitchen before returning with several dishes that him and his server bring to the back table where everyone is seated.
TheWise
To everyone in the Lightning Toad (the tavern)
As Maze enters the tavern, people see this, except for the two items of clothing that would be hiding her intimate parts (she is also missing her weapon). One of her arm is trying to replace the upper piece:
Her second arm is grabbing the missing items of clothing, as well as a well-made, fine quality cloak, which are being given to her by Laaz, the owner. She is a quite unusually tall and large Orc [see with the DM if you know here or her family's name, it's probably the case]. Including her voluptuous hair, she is slightly over eight-foot tall and heavy enough to make the floor tremble when she jumped from the stage at the end of her earlier performance. Holding her possessions with one arm to hide her imposing breasts, she is standing straight, showing refinement and pride despite her unfortunate complete nudity.
+++Maze's point of view+++
"Not bad... I made it inside. I need to lay down... but I definitely need a drink first" "Thank you good man. I'm glad that GIA, yes that's the GIANT's name..." she says staring at Laaz with rebuke, "... could take care of everything. You should cover up this whole before the vermin lets itself in."
She then grabs her clothes and say "thank you for the messages. I'll be heading to my room. If you have a place to bath, have someone take me there as soon as it's ready. If not, have someone bring me the closest thing you have of it into my room. Once it's done, take good note that I don't want anything nor anyone come and disturb me until I'm finished resting." Her clothes pressed against her breast by one arm, she grabs a mug sitting on the bar, full of what can be assumed to be beer, and swallows it whole in a sip before walking toward the stairs leading upstairs. As she walks in this direction, she screens the people in the room shamelessly and says loudly, "William! I hope you're done whining! Now come with me and bring me my stuff." She then turns her head and starts walking up the stairs, not looking slightly concerned about giving everyone behind a full view of her completely naked back.
Nawien could not help it but smile - whoever Zephyre was, he knew how to handle people of any race. She was not sure it is a good thing to be "a key piece" in his plans (after all, sacrificial lamb is a key piece of many rituals) but it was too late (or too early) to argue. For now, Nawien silently followed elf to the table with quite diverse and dangerously looking company around it. The impressive entrance (and leave) of a giant naked orcess was very fitting to the scene, adding finishing touch to the atmosphere. Feeling herself as a heroin from one of her favorite adventure book, she quietly sat down, waiting to be introduced or the opportunity to do it herself.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Thokk - Sees the couple from the back walk over with the Elf, however is distracted by the female orc he leans into the group that is already at the table before the couple and the elf get there and asks quietly, "Whoa...who is that?", after hearing her exchange with the bartender and watching her walk away...he turns his attention back to the couple that takes their seats at the table. Thokk then addresses the Elf, "Care to introduce us to your 'Key Pieces',?".
Cade Overhill/ Level 3 / Halfling / Bard - Talaveroth (sub-campaign 1)
Manneo "Bear Killer" Thuliaga / Level 1 / Goliath / Monk - Curse of Strahd
Having said his piece, Marun sits back and waits to see what unfolds.
I take a take a swig of my ale, and lean back, I think "seems to be a rather disparate band, mostly races that I do not always get along with, thieving orcs, strange dragonken, suspicious elves and a grasping human, I will need to be on my guard", nodding to the new couple that come to the table, "Well met, let us see where this tale leads us."
As people look at Dàin, they would see this:
Odo Proudfoot - Lvl 10 Halfling Monk - Princes of the Apocalypse (Campaign Finished)
Orryn Pebblefoot - Lvl 5 Rock Gnome Wizard (Deceased) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist (Deceased)
Anerin Ap Tewdr - Lvl 5 Human (Variant) Bard (College of Valor) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Rusty calculates it is best to introduce himself than to be called upon by the group. The group sees a petite cloaked fabled Warforged standing at only 4'9", the stories of old seem to have been embellished for those that have never seen a Warforged before.
The nomenclature bestowed upon me by my previous patron is Rusty, this is attempt at humor which I found the standard reaction to be that of an upward optic deviation to a guttural verbal convulsions. I do not know my original designation or anything from before my restoration.
Pori Gathar - Level 1 Tiefling Life Cleric - GamoRust's Baldur's Gate Descent to Avernus
Rusty - Level 4 Warforged Rogue - Virst's Clifftop Adventurer's Guild/Fiendfall Scouting
Cyst takes inner note that this strange robot-like thing talks too complicated, in the future he will asks him only questions with yes/no asnwer
wait a second: him or her?!
The thought disappears when suddenly he thinks that at the table there may be money involved
,
"Hello everyone, I am Zephyre, as some of you may already know." "Now as I've explained previously to most of you, someone has been behind a large scale flood of deadly drugs all over Arkadia. The particular Elf you ran into today was one of the main creators of the highly addictive and overwhelming substance. You might be thinking to yourself, well if I dont do the drug I will be ok. . . Wrong! Just like most drugs the user themselves become threat drastically changing the way they think and act. Also, like most drugs, it is easily slipped into drinks, food, or even through blood transfusion, or in your eyes. Finally the most disturbing and worrisome result of the substance happens after death. The fatality rate is 100% in all cases so far. . .and in all cases. . the victims souls themselves have been taken. The soul remains in the body after death in most cases, slowly releasing itself and even after it has completely slipped from the owner's body there are traces left behind. . . All of the main leaders are trying to keep everything hush hush right now, but if something isn't done sooner rather than later then the whole city will crumble under the rule of chaos and death. Not to mention every corner of our existence. I know so much because I myself am a ruler of a country. Far to the northeast, past the great desert. I also acquired information from very reliable sources that most of the countries leaders are the ones running this ****fest of chaos and murder."
"The two humans I have invited to the "party" was supposed to meet with the deceased elf to sell him an artifact that their boss sent them to deliver. I observed the two for a short time from a rooftop before approaching them. When they explained why they were eavesdropping on the rest of yall and the predicament they were In due to the dead client I asked to examine the said artifact. I recognized it easily, one of a very few made amulets that helps with certain alchemical magics. This confirmed my suspicions of his dealings with the drug."
I was very suprised to see the elf so easily taken out until I thought on the matter for some time. The Elf was known to have all kinds of magical protections and enchantments on him at all times, making him near unkillable, however sense they mostly protect against living things. . he was easily caught off guard, his massive ego of not being able to be killed by anyone being his downfall. On top of that, what followed after he was stabbed made sure that what ever protection he might have had was definitely useless."
Zephyre now stands waiting for a response
TheWise
Marun, hrumphs at the description of the deadly drug. He looks around at the group sitting at the table then back at Zephyrethe. "So you mean to say that there is a fatal drug out there that is being used. You don't really know where it is coming from, governments are keeping it covered up, and the people involved have the ability to be 'unkillable'?...We're screwed. I mean, look at us. We're a ragtag group of people who don't even know more than each other's first name." Marun waved his hand in Rusty's general direction. "A few moments ago we were preparing to rip this scrapheap over here apart. Things really must be desperate."
Marun turned his gaze anew on his companions. If they were to end up having to rely on each other, they would need to get to know each other very quickly. Back on the boat, the shared experience of raising sails, scrubbing decks and hauling anchor helped build a sense of unity and teamwork. He doubted they would have any such opportunity here.
I sit back and look around, "While I do tend to agree with the Dragon-ken, Marun if I remember right, I may not be as pessimistic to say we're screwed. However I do have some doubts as to the ability of some here, and how you expect us to throw aside petty jealousies and racial grudges just like that." I click my fingers, "One must assume that you have some notion of where to start, or you would just be wasting all of our time? Was the elf unique in that he had magical protections, or do you have knowledge that others in that organisation have the same protections? If that's the case, how do you expect a rag-tag rabble (no offence) to stop them?"
"I do agree that your organisation must be scraping the bottom of the proverbial barrel if you think the best course of action is to recruit random folk from probably the dingiest bar in Ring City."
I think to myself "how in the name of Moradin did I get myself into this mess?"
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Nawien was not sure the pause in Zephyre's speech was her cue to say anything, but one thing had to be made clear:
- Not sell, only to deliver. The medallion. We were supposed to deliver some gift to the valued customer of our boss, as you called him. I am not even sure he, himself, knew the purpose of this thing. He is a collector of a sort - for example, I am scribing a rare book for him, which he cherishes as a piece of art rather than a reading material. We were not a delivery boys and girls, but an entourage, so to speak, to show respect to now dead Elf.
There were thousands of questions she wonted to ask that mysterious Zephyre but surprisingly ... not exactly friendly ... non-hostile and reasonable dragonborn remind her about another matter:
- Our government is not hiding things. Not anymore at least - since early morning there are warnings all over the city and promise of reward for any information about criminal activity.
Nawien turned to Zephire: - Should not you contact the authorities? As a ruler yourself?
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The door to the bar unexpectedly opens, and a figure dressed in a heavy coat of a nautical cut and a wide-brimmed hat enters. The hat is removed to reveal the face of a woman with long, dark red hair. She swaggers past the table without a glance and stops at the bar, rapping on it twice with her knuckles.
"Barkeep!" she says loudly. "I'll have a shot of rum. And as a chaser, I'll have a shot of rum."
She waits a moment, then suddenly seems to notice there is no barkeeper behind the bar. She looks around for one, then looks over the bar as if she expects to find someone hiding crouched behind it. With a sigh of disgust, she slides over the bar and pour two shots of rum herself before returning to the other side.
She sits on a stool there, back to the bar and a shot of rum in each hand, watching the meeting with interest.
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