The innkeep smiles broadly, "Of course. You're more than welcome. I'll let you keep all the tips, too!" After noting in his records he notices the scuffle happening between Wulcrathand Bart.
"Oi! Lads! If you're gonna do something like that in my pub with my brooms and mops, at least put on a stage to entertain!" In a mock-threatening manner, he gestures to the stage at the two of them and folds his arms expectantly.
Bart marches to the stage and gives a flourish and salute with the broom waiting for Wulcrath. “Your end is near, cruel dragon! I’ll clean your clock!”
The innkeeper stares flatly at dwarf continuing to clean plates of previous patrons, "Ain't you got manners, dwarf?" He then leans back and shouts, "Collis, it's been ages!"
On cue, the half-elf from yesterday appears with four steaming plates on hand and arm, "Morning blessings, sir dwarf." He speaks as he glides over, "do let me know if you need anything else." He lays down plates of scrambled eggs, fat sausages, well-done toast and black pudding.
Daffafleindeed sees Khazan's tattoos aglow. They are bright, and concentrated sources of magic. It's a complex mix, constantly swirling in a rhythmic movement.
The halfling also notices sparks from a room above...
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The bright cheers and warm food stave off the dampening mood the weather splatters on the outside. As one wet patron enters, an opportunistic large bird of prey of a near-black blue swoops in through the door causing a flash of panic!
"Get it out!" A scream is head.
But it's clear as it lands its long slender body and faces the party that it is more than a wild animal. With a few impressive hops, it closes distance between itself and you all. It's lighter blue eyes sharp, head turning to side to take you all in. Upon its white-feathered breast is a simple metal scroll case which is opened effectively bu the bird with a few pecks of its hook beak and a letter with a map comes sprawling across the table...
Well met travellers and heroes,
I have heard great word from my student, Syld Eddanis. He claims you have aided out an end to the specks of darkness spreading over the land...
I very much want to meet you all. Can you please come and meet me? We can discuss your plans, as I am sure we both have answers to each others questions...
Caretaker of the Breezefields.
PS Attached is a map. The red dot is where you are, the cross is where I am. Be careful! The wilds are dangerous.
MAP:
Suddenly, from the stairs, Gorrcomes running in with his usual dark ragged clothes, "Did I hear a scream? Is everyone al- Ah! Who's bird? What's going on?"
“Gorr!” Daffafle looks up from the letter, eyes widened. “I thought you’d left. Yes, everyone’s fine, the messenger just surprised everyone...” She glances to examine to map. “We’re going on a bit of an excursion,” she ponders for a moment, realizing how great a span to their quarry. “It may take a few days...” she speaks to her party members. “We may want to debrief Gorr, and have him and Priestess Alysa keep watch over town while we’re gone...we could visit Lady Melyne as well,” she adds, thinking of her discussion with the Raven Queen.
A sense of relief eases over him as he turns to the team, "You all cleared it all out, though, right?" A knowing grin on his face as he starts on his breakfast. "I knew there was something with you guys..."
“We have not found the one responsible; there’s a lot more investigating to be done. Speaking of which...” she glances to Bart, then the rest of the party. “Ready to head to the graveyard?”
Bart’s senses are finely tuned, always ready for action. He dodges with the grace and ease of his people. He then puts the broom back. “Time for real work, Wully.”
Bart parries and ripostes!
Attack: 17 Damage: 5
(I’m just going to keep going til dm interrupts)
Paladin - warforged - orange
Wulcrath feels the cold sting of the mops cruel anger as it hits him on the nose.
"Ow... Nice work." "Get ready here I come..."
Wulcrath takes a wide swing at Bart, aiming for his chest.
Attack - 7
Damage - 4
(I'll do the same.)
The innkeep smiles broadly, "Of course. You're more than welcome. I'll let you keep all the tips, too!" After noting in his records he notices the scuffle happening between Wulcrath and Bart.
"Oi! Lads! If you're gonna do something like that in my pub with my brooms and mops, at least put on a stage to entertain!" In a mock-threatening manner, he gestures to the stage at the two of them and folds his arms expectantly.
Bart marches to the stage and gives a flourish and salute with the broom waiting for Wulcrath. “Your end is near, cruel dragon! I’ll clean your clock!”
Attack: 9 Damage: 4
Paladin - warforged - orange
Wulcrath follows suite, firing back with his own flourish and salute as he climbs onto to the stage.
"Nay foolish adventurer! It is I who shall force YOU to clean up your act!" "En Garde!" Wulcrath takes another stab at the Half-Elf with the Mop.
Attack - 13
Damage - 7
Bart twirls into a guard position. “The princess will be coming with me, for a good clean getaway!”
slice! Attack: 23 Damage: 5
Paladin - warforged - orange
"C'mon Wulcrath, hit that knife-ear! Yer bigger and meaner than him!"
shouts Khazan from the table. He then turns around to the innkeeper
"Oi! Where's me breakfast?"
The innkeeper stares flatly at dwarf continuing to clean plates of previous patrons, "Ain't you got manners, dwarf?" He then leans back and shouts, "Collis, it's been ages!"
On cue, the half-elf from yesterday appears with four steaming plates on hand and arm, "Morning blessings, sir dwarf." He speaks as he glides over, "do let me know if you need anything else." He lays down plates of scrambled eggs, fat sausages, well-done toast and black pudding.
Sitting at a table with her tome open, Daffafle spends 10 minutes muttering under her breath, casting a ritual to detect magic.
Meanwhile, Lucky cheers on the fighters, ever switching allegiances, squawking: “Bart! Wulcrath!”
Daffafle indeed sees Khazan's tattoos aglow. They are bright, and concentrated sources of magic. It's a complex mix, constantly swirling in a rhythmic movement.
The halfling also notices sparks from a room above...
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The bright cheers and warm food stave off the dampening mood the weather splatters on the outside. As one wet patron enters, an opportunistic large bird of prey of a near-black blue swoops in through the door causing a flash of panic!
"Get it out!" A scream is head.
But it's clear as it lands its long slender body and faces the party that it is more than a wild animal. With a few impressive hops, it closes distance between itself and you all. It's lighter blue eyes sharp, head turning to side to take you all in. Upon its white-feathered breast is a simple metal scroll case which is opened effectively bu the bird with a few pecks of its hook beak and a letter with a map comes sprawling across the table...
Well met travellers and heroes,
I have heard great word from my student, Syld Eddanis. He claims you have aided out an end to the specks of darkness spreading over the land...
I very much want to meet you all. Can you please come and meet me? We can discuss your plans, as I am sure we both have answers to each others questions...
Caretaker of the Breezefields.
PS
Attached is a map. The red dot is where you are, the cross is where I am. Be careful! The wilds are dangerous.
MAP:
Suddenly, from the stairs, Gorr comes running in with his usual dark ragged clothes, "Did I hear a scream? Is everyone al- Ah! Who's bird? What's going on?"
“Gorr!” Daffafle looks up from the letter, eyes widened. “I thought you’d left. Yes, everyone’s fine, the messenger just surprised everyone...” She glances to examine to map. “We’re going on a bit of an excursion,” she ponders for a moment, realizing how great a span to their quarry. “It may take a few days...” she speaks to her party members. “We may want to debrief Gorr, and have him and Priestess Alysa keep watch over town while we’re gone...we could visit Lady Melyne as well,” she adds, thinking of her discussion with the Raven Queen.
Bart jumps, and tries to hide the broom behind his back.
"Um... Daffafle, those are all great ideas, but shouldn't we finish in the cemetery before we go?"
Paladin - warforged - orange
“Fair point,” Daffafle concedes, nodding to Bart. “Do we want to head there now?”
"I did leave, for some work. But now I'm back!" Gorr grins before gesturing to barman for some breakfast.
"Hmm, 'debrief Gorr'? On what?" He asks taking a seat nearby, giving the bird of prey a wide berth.
“Happenings in the town,” she lowers her voice to be barely audible. “Specifically the presence of necromancy, in hidden underground passageways.”
Daffafle will try to gauge Gorr’s reaction to this information.
insight: 5
Gorr looks genuinely shocked, and a little angry.
A sense of relief eases over him as he turns to the team, "You all cleared it all out, though, right?" A knowing grin on his face as he starts on his breakfast. "I knew there was something with you guys..."
“We have not found the one responsible; there’s a lot more investigating to be done. Speaking of which...” she glances to Bart, then the rest of the party. “Ready to head to the graveyard?”
"Just one moment .."
answers Khazan as he finishes his eggs and sausages. He throws the pudding at Bart
pudding attack:12
"Heads up!"
He then puts the toast in his mouth and muffles some noises, indicating he's ready to go
Bart’s senses are finely tuned, always ready for action. He dodges with the grace and ease of his people.
He then puts the broom back. “Time for real work, Wully.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Daffafle will head out of the tavern, holding open the door for her party members and the messenger bird.