Amid all of the conversation Rubilac hangs back from the crowd. He overhears talk of a giant bird, and so he stares at the large skull in his hands before putting it on his head, and discussing the possibility of truly giant birds with those in his head.
After leaving the tavern, the adventures can see the little town a bit better, many alleyways all lead to the tavern and to the right there is a slight thumping noise followed by more muffled noises, to the left is just shadows appearing and then disappearing, and to the middles where Rogarth seems to be leading them, is a completely clear road, a couple merchants here and there.
Ceri's head snaps to the left alleyway, she was certain Tyranin heard the same as he rushed ahead, Ceri not too far behind him drawing her own Longsword, one handing it with her Shield
As Tyranin, Eilra Ceri come into full view of the alleyway, they can see a female with striking red hair, her clothes in shreds on the mucky floor and a humanoid figure at her neck, blood is seeping down her dirty and increasingly limp form.
Rogarth simply stands at the entrance to the alley.
Ceri's instincts almost gripped her breath from her, she quickly switched to her crossbow and takes aim, before firing a bolt at the Humanoid's back, aiming more so for where its heart is
The creature whips it’s head around, hissing at Tyranin and it’s hands outstretched, sharp talons ready for the next meal.
Rogarth shoured one word, one, short word, ”LEAVE”.
The creature had genuine terror in its eyes before it turned and scaled the wall before anyone could reach it, gave one last hiss at Tyranin, and continued to scale the wall away from them, staying in the shadows.
Barion, a man of aged appearance, fine long salt and pepper hair. He wears the heavy posture of a man who has seen more than his fair share of combat. He has a scared appearance, and the scruffiest, roughest short circle beard. He drapes a cloak over his back, draping over his shoulders and his front, covering the majority of his body, a hood covers his face. On his back he carries a weighty bag.
I approach Rogarth from side of an alley "Rogarth, Slayer of dragons." I command out. "If your reputation is as profound as your title then I trust that you can lead me to riches. I am always interested in money. However, I overheard that this quest will aid the Ralen. I wish to pursue this Wyvern. But I do not like the idea of even remotely aiding the Ralen. Is the riches worth being near the filth of those Ralen?"
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Rubilac so caught up in his own head completely misses the group heading off to the left, instead he keeps following the road and starts bothering a merchant. "So Huginn has a bet with Muninn that you're going to give me a good deal, and I would not advise messing with Huginn, it won't be good for neither of us" Rubilac places his hand on his sword. Intimidation: 19
Tyranin can see that she has extensive injuries to the side of her neck, she has already died.
Rogarth simply smiles at Eilra before turning to Barion, “hello dear fellow, my reputation is truly known amongst a select few, so for it to precede me, you are surely devoted to getting treasure, you may join our little party if you wish”
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OOC: it is, that’s why you aren’t versing something like that
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Amid all of the conversation Rubilac hangs back from the crowd. He overhears talk of a giant bird, and so he stares at the large skull in his hands before putting it on his head, and discussing the possibility of truly giant birds with those in his head.
After leaving the tavern, the adventures can see the little town a bit better, many alleyways all lead to the tavern and to the right there is a slight thumping noise followed by more muffled noises, to the left is just shadows appearing and then disappearing, and to the middles where Rogarth seems to be leading them, is a completely clear road, a couple merchants here and there.
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Tyranin carefully listens for more sounds in the darkness hand hovering over one of his daggers. Perception 15
Ceri herself kept an eye out in the alleyways as the walked, whilst out of the hellhole named Dargo, it certainly can't be bad to keep an eye out
Perception 10
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Tyranin draws his shortsword and rushes towards the the left alleyway.
Ceri's head snaps to the left alleyway, she was certain Tyranin heard the same as he rushed ahead, Ceri not too far behind him drawing her own Longsword, one handing it with her Shield
"Hey where are you!?" Eilra shouts seeing her companions run off. Sprinting after and drawing her blades.
As Tyranin, Eilra Ceri come into full view of the alleyway, they can see a female with striking red hair, her clothes in shreds on the mucky floor and a humanoid figure at her neck, blood is seeping down her dirty and increasingly limp form.
Rogarth simply stands at the entrance to the alley.
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"******* vampire." Tyranin roars as he rushes toward the creature and tries to tear it away from the woman.
"What's going on here!" Eilra shouts, slowing coming foward.
Ceri's instincts almost gripped her breath from her, she quickly switched to her crossbow and takes aim, before firing a bolt at the Humanoid's back, aiming more so for where its heart is
Attack 12 Roll + Dex + Proficient to Hit
The creature whips it’s head around, hissing at Tyranin and it’s hands outstretched, sharp talons ready for the next meal.
Rogarth shoured one word, one, short word, ”LEAVE”.
The creature had genuine terror in its eyes before it turned and scaled the wall before anyone could reach it, gave one last hiss at Tyranin, and continued to scale the wall away from them, staying in the shadows.
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"... Talk about anti-climatic."
Tyranin sheaves his sword and rushes to the womans side to check her injuries
Barion, a man of aged appearance, fine long salt and pepper hair. He wears the heavy posture of a man who has seen more than his fair share of combat. He has a scared appearance, and the scruffiest, roughest short circle beard. He drapes a cloak over his back, draping over his shoulders and his front, covering the majority of his body, a hood covers his face. On his back he carries a weighty bag.
I approach Rogarth from side of an alley "Rogarth, Slayer of dragons." I command out. "If your reputation is as profound as your title then I trust that you can lead me to riches. I am always interested in money. However, I overheard that this quest will aid the Ralen. I wish to pursue this Wyvern. But I do not like the idea of even remotely aiding the Ralen. Is the riches worth being near the filth of those Ralen?"
"How the hell did you DO that??!" Eilra demands whipping her head around.
Rubilac so caught up in his own head completely misses the group heading off to the left, instead he keeps following the road and starts bothering a merchant. "So Huginn has a bet with Muninn that you're going to give me a good deal, and I would not advise messing with Huginn, it won't be good for neither of us" Rubilac places his hand on his sword. Intimidation: 19
Tyranin can see that she has extensive injuries to the side of her neck, she has already died.
Rogarth simply smiles at Eilra before turning to Barion, “hello dear fellow, my reputation is truly known amongst a select few, so for it to precede me, you are surely devoted to getting treasure, you may join our little party if you wish”
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