Torment turns to look at Gavin, midway into a haymaker half spin, and stops in her tracks. "Your words smell of gold, my good barkeep. I'd love a drink at said discount and a good adventure to boot!" She smiles seductively - "Now I see what got this one all excited! You're such a brawny man!"she coos.
Glancing back at Tamlynn, she winks. "What say we finish this conversation later over some grog and make some coin together? What's your 'name' anyway, oh lady of terrible aim?" She finds it hard to contain her laughter and her eyes turn green with mirth.
Brushing whatever was in that cup off her garments and swearing at herself, Tam looks up at Gavin and half grins. She was not here for work, but if it gets her closer to the knights then so be it!
Now smelling like some sort of milk and whiskey concoction, she turns her attention back to the Tiefling trying to hit her again.
Watching Tori flirt makes her queasy...
"Saucy demon whores are saucy"
...she then shoot Lady Horns a huge eye roll, and mumbles,
"Keep it in your pants, he might not want that kind of shame on his family."
She pays closer attention when she realizes Tori's winking at her and asking about her name. This causes Tam to freeze, wide-eyed and sorta panicky. She then silently pleads for the horned menace to stop by twitching her head back and forth.
Realizing the dumb fiend doesn't do subtle, Tam whips around to Gavin, flashes her best awkward smile, and plunks herself down a stool.
"The name's Tamlynn, Sir Dwarf! You say you have a job for us? Do go on!"
She makes sure to fawn over the beverage he had graciously offered, before he becomes distracted with a new customer.
Tam takes this moment and turns to Tori with a close whisper,
"No, other names. Got it. They're coming for me. He's coming for me, too."
Her eyes are insistent and pleading.
"I made you that foolish promise and I intend to keep it. No matter what."
Teeth gritting, she raises a cup at Tori to ensure she's on board.
Tori chuckles at Tamlynn - "Most men put this sauce on everything. They're only ashamed when they find out I've burnt them in places that don't heal well with... my inner fire." Her eyes burst into flame and she cackles, the candles around her all flaring up as if blowing in some unseen wind. Disturbing, quiet laughter momentarily emanates from the dark corners of the room.
Torment sees the subtle look as well (the half-elf never gave her enough credit) and sits down in the stool next to Tamlynn, scooting away from her a couple of feet and turning to half face her. She gives her intensely serious look, with a fleeting hint of worry dancing through it and nods. Turning back to the barkeep, she takes a long swig of the free booze Gavin has offered.
“Thank you, good barman. I am Torment, or Tori for short (apparently). What’s all this about a job? It’s been far too long since I gutted any bugbears, methinks. I’m all ears. Are you with me, Tam-tam?”
Without skipping a beat, she raises and eyebrow in Tamlynn’s direction, bites her lip with a sharp canine, and her tail whips up, giving Tam’ a soft slap on the booty.
Keeping a straight face as she speaks to Gavin again - "It may seem an odd question, my good man, but after we hear of your job, do you have any cobwebs and spiders about that I could clean up for you? I find that my spider jar seems to have gone empty in the scuffle.”
Gavin looks at the odd group sitting at his bar on this quiet day.
"A lot of my usual "Knights" are currently at the Palace, discussing grand schemes...but I've been hearing more and more recently about a new Kingpin of the Underworld...they call him the Gingerbread Man...every thief, robber, pick pocket and street assassin has been working for him recently. Even the Thieve's Guild wants him dead...I wanna know who that Gingerbread Man is, and I wanna know what he knows about Evil Cults that might threaten the City. If ya' can help me with that, then Old Gavin will make it worth your while..." He tosses a bag on the with 500Gp in it, to share amongst yourselves.
"Ya' know, me Private Club is getting more and more fundings these days...maybe ya' should join...lots of perks involved..."
Torment throws Tamlynn a glance -"Nothing a couple of professionals like us can't handle, right Tam?"
Her tail begins flicking the air excitedly and she whips it around to hold her mug as she slugs the half elf softly on the shoulder. "Coooome oooon..."
"Surely there aren't any other rowdy blighters around here that deserve this gold more than we do!" she looks around the tavern conspiratorially, noticing a couple of heads turn at the sound of gold hitting wood.
"My good Barkeep, what's this about the VIP room? I'm not sure if I should be paying you, or you paying me with a name like that." the seductive wink emerges, yet again.
Gavin looks at the odd group sitting at his bar on this quiet day.
"A lot of my usual "Knights" are currently at the Palace, discussing grand schemes...but I've been hearing more and more recently about a new Kingpin of the Underworld...they call him the Gingerbread Man...every thief, robber, pick pocket and street assassin has been working for him recently. Even the Thieve's Guild wants him dead...I wanna know who that Gingerbread Man is, and I wanna know what he knows about Evil Cults that might threaten the City. If ya' can help me with that, then Old Gavin will make it worth your while..." He tosses a bag on the with 500Gp in it, to share amongst yourselves.
"Ya' know, me Private Club is getting more and more fundings these days...maybe ya' should join...lots of perks involved..."
Turning back to the grizzled dwarf, beverage still in hand, she says, “Sir, I am up for this challenge and thank you kindly for the offer. You say there may be a place for me in this Private Club? If, of course, we’re successful.”
The half-elf gives him a knowing eyebrow raise and wink. She knows she’s Knight material, now that it’s a possibility. Oh, won’t those bastards back in the ranks be jealous of her now, she thinks.
Tam tries to keep the wicked smile from rolling over her face, then pulls back into mission mode.
“You want us both (gesturing towards the horns of hell and herself) for this assignment?”
Torment throws Tamlynn a glance -"Nothing a couple of professionals like us can't handle, right Tam?"
Her tail begins flicking the air excitedly and she whips it around to hold her mug as she slugs the half elf softly on the shoulder. "Coooome oooon..."
"Surely there aren't any other rowdy blighters around here that deserve this gold more than we do!" she looks around the tavern conspiratorially, noticing a couple of heads turn at the sound of gold hitting wood.
"My good Barkeep, what's this about the VIP room? I'm not sure if I should be paying you, or you paying me with a name like that." the seductive wink emerges, yet again.
Tam shakes her head at him, and states with an apologetic smirk,
"You might as well give in, Sir. She won't stop until she gets what she wants." Speaking very matter of factly, "I hear it's a good time. She won't even hurt you unless you ask."
Side-eyeing Tori, she puts her training to use,“What kind of name is Gingerbread Man? Do you have any leads like where we should start or who to talk to first?"
Lowering her voice a bit and slightly softening her tone, "More importantly, this mission sounds dangerous. If the Thieves Guild can't get to him, any particular reason why you think we can?
"I mean that money sounds delightful, those perks do, too. I just want to make sure we get all the info you have on him; see if there's any advantage."
"You understand", as she points to one of his larger scars.
Elwin poked his head into the midst of the conversation, an eager grin on his face. "Did someone mention gold?"
He figured he might startle one of the crew--in fact, he thought it would be pretty amusing if he did--since he had listened quietly from a nearby table and only just meandered up to the bar.
The temple had been a bust. No information regarding his friend, so with a bit of frustration, but even more determination, Elwin had left and headed toward the Hanging Chicken. There were rumors as far as how the place had come to be, but those weren't as important as the fact that the owner seemed keen to hand out gold to adventurers for various missions. And, well... for now, Elwin went to where the gold was.
"Sorry to startle any of ya, name's Elwin," he openly lied after standing back up and giving a broad smile to the group. He didn't give his new surname--chosen by himself!--yet; besides, they were adventurers, most of them probably already grew up with last names or had chosen one for themselves years ago. The idea was still new and intriguing for a street urchin like himself, though.
Still, the idea of taking down one of the creeps running the crime in the city was his focus, and he was ready to move. "So, shall we get on, then?"
OOC: Elwin is an eager beaver, but I'd still be happy to get into introductions with anyone who wants to do so before/as we head out.
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Torment swivels in her chair, her hind-most part coming up over her head like a scorpion's tail ready to strike - "What in the nine hells?!"
(I guess we're straight rolling? What is this, 3e?!) - 16
Mildly surprised, but realizing that there is no immediate threat, she calms herself. "We? Oh, you're a comedian by trade then?"
She gives a tinny laugh and leans back to get a good look at the newcomer, eyes resting on his less than muscular frame. "What haaaa-aave we here?"
Pulling back her shoulders, she looks Elwin in the eye and stares intently, her glowing orbs taking on a poisonous hue.
"You may call me Torment. Well met, Elwin. We can always use help assassinating monstrous Cookie Men, but I'd like to hope you're not going to stab us in the back when it's all said and done... What say we have a few rounds and get to know each other better? Humans always seem to be the most honest with a bit of grog in their bellies."
She palms her tankard and finishes the drink, licking the froth from her lips with her forked tongue. Catching Gavin's eye, she raises her voice about over the din.
"Oh Gavin: Barman of Wonder - would you be so kind as to bring my friends and I another round of your finest when you have a free second?"
Elwin held off from the chuckle that the two ladies almost prompted, choosing to just smile playfully instead. The tiefling stared at him, and he decided to return the favor, still smiling, as she spoke.
"You may call me Torment. Well met, Elwin. We can always use help assassinating monstrous Cookie Men, but I'd like to hope you're not going to stab us in the back when it's all said and done... What say we have a few rounds and get to know each other better? Humans always seem to be the most honest with a bit of grog in their bellies."
He feigned obvious, mock insult. "What? Stab you in the back? You wound me!" But then the smile returned as he shook his head. It was understandable... a scoundrel like him could be ANYONE, might as well ask the question.
"No worries, there... Torment. I might have poached a few fruits in my day as a kid, but I never ran with the sort that went that far. The ladies at the temple wouldn't have allowed it." Hmm. It felt like it was a bit much, digging that far into his past just to reassure them. Ah well, he figured--it wasn't as if he was ashamed of his background, either. He subconsciously puffed out his chest a bit. "Besides, I'm out to make a name for myself... and I can't exactly do that while running off and starting over every time I screw over a new crew, right?" His mind flashed back to a particularly clever lad he grew up with. One who, unfortunately, made a habit of burning bridges, before finally running off to another town after stealing from the temple. No, that wasn't going to be HIM, Elwin declared to himself.
Deciding to finally sit, the young man turned toward Gavin as he worked on their drinks. "Still, a bit of grog does sound nice."
After once again spilling ale over herself and swearing loudly in elvish, Tamlynn proceeds to grab a rag from the bar to wipe herself off.
She can hear someone amiably speaking to the back of her head and to Torment, but all it did was annoy her further. How many times today is she gonna end up soiled and stinking of brew? It's bad enough he cut them off at a crucial juncture in the conversation. They were just getting down to the important stuff. *annoyed grunt*
He probably knew this, interrupting at just the right moment and commenting on gold that was not his...*she takes a deep breathe...inhales fully, exhales, repeats* Tamlynn must remember to curb that anger. She was already a cup or so in and knew it was gonna be tough now to check herself. Why couldn't the ***** have also punched him? The bastard enjoyed startling them. No, she thought, easy now...easy.
The intruder newcomer takes a seat next to her. Tori is, of course, already flirting... or maybe not. Sometimes it's hard to tell. *She takes another breathe and shifts in her chair towards the stranger*
Trying her best to be professional, courteous, and soft spoken, she looks him straight in the eyes, "Great. Name's Tamlynn. How long you been listenin', Drow-bait?"
Gavin chuckles. "You lot are perfect for this job...now, here's another round of drinks on me. I want ya' to listen for a minute. It seems like many businesses in the Tavern District and the Lower Slumbs have been paying a Protection fee to the Gingerbread Man recently...maybe that wouldn't be a bad place to start...I know we haven't talked much, but I feel like I could ask you group a few favors that other Knights might...shy away from...And you of course understand that sometimes, to pursue the Greater Good, one must break a few laws here and there...."
Torment’s lips spread into a sly grin - “Yes… the ‘Greater Good’, that’s what I always shoot for. Thank you for the information, Gavin. That sounds like a good place to start.”
Swiveling on her stool to face the others again – “I for one am surprisingly sober and oh so excited to crumble this Cookie. I guess we’ll get to know you, Elwin, on the road. I swear, if my purse comes up light, I am going to sit on you until you can’t breathe”.
Eyes on the gold pouch, she thinks for a second before declaring – “500 gold between three… well, due to my generous nature as a priest of Mielikki, I believe you two should have the extra gold piece. My heart goes out to you. That’s 167 for each of you and 166 gold for me.”her eyes fill with laughter and sparkling gold swirls as she flashes a congenial grin.
“Is everyone ready to move? It seems we’re already in the tavern district; perhaps we should quietly inquire with some local merchants before heading out to case the slums? Surely the trail of Crumbs will present itself shortly."
Tori, hops to her feet and grabs her pack, stashing the gold in a hidden pouch within her cloak. Tucking her amulet of Mielikki into her leathers, she adjusts her shield on her back and shifts her javelin in its large, hard leather quiver.
She gives a side eye to the others and starts sauntering towards the door, letting out a soft hiccup or two on the way. Hand on her scimitar pommel, she paces patiently near the door, dreaming of finding a unicorn to ride.
After walking around the town for a bit with almost no sense of direction the juggernaut eventually arrived at the tavern, he slowly observed the environment he was in before making a small notice to himself, out load as the gears turned in his head “analysis, sensors detect beer like smells, and, large wooden building, conclusion, this is most likely a tavern” he said before entering into the usually building and looking around at the different patrons, getting a feel and analysis for this new environment
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(OOC) Oh Hi Mark!)
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
OOC: Hiya! Welcome to the Team and nice to meet you, too. We can't wait to get started on our adventures. :)
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
OOC:Thanks for the warm welcome :). Just wondering is there a certaint way I should I introduce myself or, ever exactly the party is
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
Brushing whatever was in that cup off her garments and swearing at herself, Tam looks up at Gavin and half grins. She was not here for work, but if it gets her closer to the knights then so be it!
Now smelling like some sort of milk and whiskey concoction, she turns her attention back to the Tiefling trying to hit her again.
Watching Tori flirt makes her queasy...
"Saucy demon whores are saucy"
...she then shoot Lady Horns a huge eye roll, and mumbles,
"Keep it in your pants, he might not want that kind of shame on his family."
She pays closer attention when she realizes Tori's winking at her and asking about her name. This causes Tam to freeze, wide-eyed and sorta panicky. She then silently pleads for the horned menace to stop by twitching her head back and forth.
Realizing the dumb fiend doesn't do subtle, Tam whips around to Gavin, flashes her best awkward smile, and plunks herself down a stool.
"The name's Tamlynn, Sir Dwarf! You say you have a job for us? Do go on!"
She makes sure to fawn over the beverage he had graciously offered, before he becomes distracted with a new customer.
Tam takes this moment and turns to Tori with a close whisper,
"No, other names. Got it. They're coming for me. He's coming for me, too."
Her eyes are insistent and pleading.
"I made you that foolish promise and I intend to keep it. No matter what."
Teeth gritting, she raises a cup at Tori to ensure she's on board.
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
Tori chuckles at Tamlynn - "Most men put this sauce on everything. They're only ashamed when they find out I've burnt them in places that don't heal well with... my inner fire." Her eyes burst into flame and she cackles, the candles around her all flaring up as if blowing in some unseen wind. Disturbing, quiet laughter momentarily emanates from the dark corners of the room.
Torment sees the subtle look as well (the half-elf never gave her enough credit) and sits down in the stool next to Tamlynn, scooting away from her a couple of feet and turning to half face her. She gives her intensely serious look, with a fleeting hint of worry dancing through it and nods. Turning back to the barkeep, she takes a long swig of the free booze Gavin has offered.
“Thank you, good barman. I am Torment, or Tori for short (apparently). What’s all this about a job? It’s been far too long since I gutted any bugbears, methinks. I’m all ears. Are you with me, Tam-tam?”
Without skipping a beat, she raises and eyebrow in Tamlynn’s direction, bites her lip with a sharp canine, and her tail whips up, giving Tam’ a soft slap on the booty.
Keeping a straight face as she speaks to Gavin again - "It may seem an odd question, my good man, but after we hear of your job, do you have any cobwebs and spiders about that I could clean up for you? I find that my spider jar seems to have gone empty in the scuffle.”
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
Whistler
Titus - V. Human Battle Master Fighter 3 - [Pic] - [Pic2] - [Traits] - in Shadowglass
Locke - V. Human Shadow Monk 3 / Undead Warlock 2 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in FOW - DMless West Marches
Flèche - V. Human Swords Bard 10 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in The Scarlet Mist
Sterling - V. Human Bard 1 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in Bards: Dragon Heist
>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
OOC - Sir Elwin, you do exist! Nice to meet you.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
OOC - Hello There, Sir! Very happy to see you back/posting. Now the fun can truly begin.
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
Gavin looks at the odd group sitting at his bar on this quiet day.
"A lot of my usual "Knights" are currently at the Palace, discussing grand schemes...but I've been hearing more and more recently about a new Kingpin of the Underworld...they call him the Gingerbread Man...every thief, robber, pick pocket and street assassin has been working for him recently. Even the Thieve's Guild wants him dead...I wanna know who that Gingerbread Man is, and I wanna know what he knows about Evil Cults that might threaten the City. If ya' can help me with that, then Old Gavin will make it worth your while..." He tosses a bag on the with 500Gp in it, to share amongst yourselves.
"Ya' know, me Private Club is getting more and more fundings these days...maybe ya' should join...lots of perks involved..."
OOC: EVERYONE MAY BE IN THE TAVERN AT THIS TIME AND DECIDE TO GO INVESTIGATE "THE GINGERBREAD MAN"
Torment throws Tamlynn a glance -"Nothing a couple of professionals like us can't handle, right Tam?"
Her tail begins flicking the air excitedly and she whips it around to hold her mug as she slugs the half elf softly on the shoulder. "Coooome oooon..."
"Surely there aren't any other rowdy blighters around here that deserve this gold more than we do!" she looks around the tavern conspiratorially, noticing a couple of heads turn at the sound of gold hitting wood.
"My good Barkeep, what's this about the VIP room? I'm not sure if I should be paying you, or you paying me with a name like that." the seductive wink emerges, yet again.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
Tam-Tam looks squarely at the fiend and lays one of the biggest eye rolls in the history of everything at her.
“No one wants to hear about your special sauce or spider jam. Eeew.”
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Turning back to the grizzled dwarf, beverage still in hand, she says, “Sir, I am up for this challenge and thank you kindly for the offer. You say there may be a place for me in this Private Club? If, of course, we’re successful.”
The half-elf gives him a knowing eyebrow raise and wink. She knows she’s Knight material, now that it’s a possibility. Oh, won’t those bastards back in the ranks be jealous of her now, she thinks.
Tam tries to keep the wicked smile from rolling over her face, then pulls back into mission mode.
“You want us both (gesturing towards the horns of hell and herself) for this assignment?”
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Tam shakes her head at him, and states with an apologetic smirk,
"You might as well give in, Sir. She won't stop until she gets what she wants." Speaking very matter of factly, "I hear it's a good time. She won't even hurt you unless you ask."
Side-eyeing Tori, she puts her training to use, “What kind of name is Gingerbread Man? Do you have any leads like where we should start or who to talk to first?"
Lowering her voice a bit and slightly softening her tone, "More importantly, this mission sounds dangerous. If the Thieves Guild can't get to him, any particular reason why you think we can?
"I mean that money sounds delightful, those perks do, too. I just want to make sure we get all the info you have on him; see if there's any advantage."
"You understand", as she points to one of his larger scars.
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
Elwin poked his head into the midst of the conversation, an eager grin on his face. "Did someone mention gold?"
He figured he might startle one of the crew--in fact, he thought it would be pretty amusing if he did--since he had listened quietly from a nearby table and only just meandered up to the bar.
The temple had been a bust. No information regarding his friend, so with a bit of frustration, but even more determination, Elwin had left and headed toward the Hanging Chicken. There were rumors as far as how the place had come to be, but those weren't as important as the fact that the owner seemed keen to hand out gold to adventurers for various missions. And, well... for now, Elwin went to where the gold was.
"Sorry to startle any of ya, name's Elwin," he openly lied after standing back up and giving a broad smile to the group. He didn't give his new surname--chosen by himself!--yet; besides, they were adventurers, most of them probably already grew up with last names or had chosen one for themselves years ago. The idea was still new and intriguing for a street urchin like himself, though.
Still, the idea of taking down one of the creeps running the crime in the city was his focus, and he was ready to move. "So, shall we get on, then?"
Whistler
Titus - V. Human Battle Master Fighter 3 - [Pic] - [Pic2] - [Traits] - in Shadowglass
Locke - V. Human Shadow Monk 3 / Undead Warlock 2 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in FOW - DMless West Marches
Flèche - V. Human Swords Bard 10 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in The Scarlet Mist
Sterling - V. Human Bard 1 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in Bards: Dragon Heist
>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
Tamlynn - Straight roll = 2 on being startled (ugh)
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
Torment swivels in her chair, her hind-most part coming up over her head like a scorpion's tail ready to strike - "What in the nine hells?!"
(I guess we're straight rolling? What is this, 3e?!) - 16
Mildly surprised, but realizing that there is no immediate threat, she calms herself. "We? Oh, you're a comedian by trade then?"
She gives a tinny laugh and leans back to get a good look at the newcomer, eyes resting on his less than muscular frame. "What haaaa-aave we here?"
Pulling back her shoulders, she looks Elwin in the eye and stares intently, her glowing orbs taking on a poisonous hue.
"You may call me Torment. Well met, Elwin. We can always use help assassinating monstrous Cookie Men, but I'd like to hope you're not going to stab us in the back when it's all said and done... What say we have a few rounds and get to know each other better? Humans always seem to be the most honest with a bit of grog in their bellies."
She palms her tankard and finishes the drink, licking the froth from her lips with her forked tongue. Catching Gavin's eye, she raises her voice about over the din.
"Oh Gavin: Barman of Wonder - would you be so kind as to bring my friends and I another round of your finest when you have a free second?"
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
Elwin held off from the chuckle that the two ladies almost prompted, choosing to just smile playfully instead. The tiefling stared at him, and he decided to return the favor, still smiling, as she spoke.
He feigned obvious, mock insult. "What? Stab you in the back? You wound me!" But then the smile returned as he shook his head. It was understandable... a scoundrel like him could be ANYONE, might as well ask the question.
"No worries, there... Torment. I might have poached a few fruits in my day as a kid, but I never ran with the sort that went that far. The ladies at the temple wouldn't have allowed it." Hmm. It felt like it was a bit much, digging that far into his past just to reassure them. Ah well, he figured--it wasn't as if he was ashamed of his background, either. He subconsciously puffed out his chest a bit. "Besides, I'm out to make a name for myself... and I can't exactly do that while running off and starting over every time I screw over a new crew, right?" His mind flashed back to a particularly clever lad he grew up with. One who, unfortunately, made a habit of burning bridges, before finally running off to another town after stealing from the temple. No, that wasn't going to be HIM, Elwin declared to himself.
Deciding to finally sit, the young man turned toward Gavin as he worked on their drinks. "Still, a bit of grog does sound nice."
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After once again spilling ale over herself and swearing loudly in elvish, Tamlynn proceeds to grab a rag from the bar to wipe herself off.
She can hear someone amiably speaking to the back of her head and to Torment, but all it did was annoy her further. How many times today is she gonna end up soiled and stinking of brew? It's bad enough he cut them off at a crucial juncture in the conversation. They were just getting down to the important stuff. *annoyed grunt*
He probably knew this, interrupting at just the right moment and commenting on gold that was not his...*she takes a deep breathe...inhales fully, exhales, repeats* Tamlynn must remember to curb that anger. She was already a cup or so in and knew it was gonna be tough now to check herself. Why couldn't the ***** have also punched him? The bastard enjoyed startling them. No, she thought, easy now...easy.
The
intrudernewcomer takes a seat next to her. Tori is, of course, already flirting... or maybe not. Sometimes it's hard to tell. *She takes another breathe and shifts in her chair towards the stranger*Trying her best to be professional, courteous, and soft spoken, she looks him straight in the eyes, "Great. Name's Tamlynn. How long you been listenin', Drow-bait?"
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Gavin chuckles. "You lot are perfect for this job...now, here's another round of drinks on me. I want ya' to listen for a minute. It seems like many businesses in the Tavern District and the Lower Slumbs have been paying a Protection fee to the Gingerbread Man recently...maybe that wouldn't be a bad place to start...I know we haven't talked much, but I feel like I could ask you group a few favors that other Knights might...shy away from...And you of course understand that sometimes, to pursue the Greater Good, one must break a few laws here and there...."
Torment’s lips spread into a sly grin - “Yes… the ‘Greater Good’, that’s what I always shoot for. Thank you for the information, Gavin. That sounds like a good place to start.”
Swiveling on her stool to face the others again – “I for one am surprisingly sober and oh so excited to crumble this Cookie. I guess we’ll get to know you, Elwin, on the road. I swear, if my purse comes up light, I am going to sit on you until you can’t breathe”.
Eyes on the gold pouch, she thinks for a second before declaring – “500 gold between three… well, due to my generous nature as a priest of Mielikki, I believe you two should have the extra gold piece. My heart goes out to you. That’s 167 for each of you and 166 gold for me.” her eyes fill with laughter and sparkling gold swirls as she flashes a congenial grin.
“Is everyone ready to move? It seems we’re already in the tavern district; perhaps we should quietly inquire with some local merchants before heading out to case the slums? Surely the trail of Crumbs will present itself shortly."
Tori, hops to her feet and grabs her pack, stashing the gold in a hidden pouch within her cloak. Tucking her amulet of Mielikki into her leathers, she adjusts her shield on her back and shifts her javelin in its large, hard leather quiver.
She gives a side eye to the others and starts sauntering towards the door, letting out a soft hiccup or two on the way. Hand on her scimitar pommel, she paces patiently near the door, dreaming of finding a unicorn to ride.
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After walking around the town for a bit with almost no sense of direction the juggernaut eventually arrived at the tavern, he slowly observed the environment he was in before making a small notice to himself, out load as the gears turned in his head “analysis, sensors detect beer like smells, and, large wooden building, conclusion, this is most likely a tavern” he said before entering into the usually building and looking around at the different patrons, getting a feel and analysis for this new environment
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