Coldin continues inspecting the group. "Never 'heard of 'em. An' the 'alfling is right, we do stick ou' a bit. Stealth may not be our ally on this journey."
(OOC: Hey Rylenthar, nice to be adventuring with a member of the Bristletoes clan again ;) )
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Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisysin Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
"Balmar Vex I think...." In Tangle's voice. "Never 'heard of 'em." In Coldin's voice.
Moving to the bar, Sparks makes a sound like glasses clinking together, getting the barkeeper's attention. "Barkeep, Ale!" A voice of a drunken sailor slurs out of Spark's Beak then as he puts coin on the counter.
To the half-orc...
"Greetings my name is..." In Torvin's voice. "Sparks..." In Tangle's voice. "So, what do you..." In tangle's voice. "know..." In Tangle's voice. "about. This region..." In Tangle's voice.
Tangle watches the bird creature walk to the bar and start talking, his ears twitching every time it uses his voice. He pulls his attention back to the table, seemingly trying to distract himself and looks at the halfling. "You're right, we're a bit conspicuous, and we probably shouldn't share too much in this open place. The land is full of ears these days." His eyes dart about the room. "Let me arrange for us a more private setting to discuss our purpose. We can check occasionally to see if this Balmar person has arrived." His high pitched soft voice speaking just loud enough to breach the sounds of the tap room. The half-elf goes up to the bar tender, "Do you have a private room, perhaps in the back that our small group could meet in for a short time?" The half-elf slips a handful of silver across the bar top.
Tangle's large backpack sways on his back as he moves about the room. The guide doesn't seem to be wearing any weapons and moves lightly, with a minimal amount of noise.
“Baldur’s Bones.” One of the merchants replies to Dawani, pulling up a chair for her. “Doubles are magic.”
(Dawani, you can roll an Intelligence check and add your proficiency modifier if you are proficient with dice sets.)
First merchant’s check: 10
Second merchant’s check: 12
The bartender, a jovial man who introduces himself as Garlen, snatches up Tangle’s silver. “I’m sure we could procure something.” He says. Garlen stomps upstairs and you hear the sounds of yelling and commotion. A minute later, five men march sullenly down to the taproom and take up residence at an unoccupied table. Garlen returns and bows to Tangle. “The upper lounge is at your disposal.”
The half-orc woman stares at Sparks for a second, and then bursts out into raucous laughter. “Aye, now I’ve seen it all.” She slurs, lifting the kenku clear off the floor and stuffing him into a chair. “Drinks are on me!”
Sparks holds up his pint and makes the sound of glasses clinking together as he nods to the half-orc. he takes a long pull, before slamming the half-empty pint onto the bar. He makes the sound of a drunken sailor beltching.
"So, what do you..." In Tangle's voice. "know..." In Tangle's voice. "About..." In Tangle's voice. "this region," In Tangle's voice. "raiders, and attacks. But more, the very weather itself has been strange." In Tangle's voice again.
The tavern door opens to admit a huge hulking almost seven foot tall half-orc figure dress in simple leather tunic and breeches but is covered in weapons with javelins strapped across the pack on his back, two hand axe at his side and a large greataxe being used as a makeshift walking stick. With a large scar across his green tinted face and a high black mohawk the piercing blue eye search the taverns for the delegation. Spotting the odd mixture of individuals he makes his way over trying and failing not to knock chairs over as he dose and produces a meaty hand forward with a crowned signet ring. "Balmar Vex of the Lords Alliance......are you the other delegates?"
Dawani looks on in utter horror at how obnoxiously the half-orc moved across the tavern. She responds in a harsh stage whisper. "Keep it down! Not everyone is... Accepting of outside meddling."
Coldin untucks a necklace with a medallion attached to it. On the medallion is a gauntleted hand holding a sword. "Aye. Though a do agree with the res' tha' discretion may be the be'er par' of valor 'are." He tucks the medallion back under his armour.
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"Ooo...didnt think about that." As a look of actual thinking about that fact for the first time crosses his face and upon making out the annoyance on the little person's eyes adds "sorry" in a deep lower voice with an obviously northern accent.(OOC: Russian accent for you mental picture=) )
Torvin walks over to the bar and says to the bartender: "I would like to order a round of drinks for my friends, I'll take an ale. I'm not sure what the others want though."
“Just a minute, my friend.” The bartender replies to Torvin.
”Justran!” He bellows down to the cellar. “What have you got on tap?” He listens for a moment and then returns to the bar.
”We’ve got spiced cider, mulled wine, ale imported from Mirabar, and a beer that I hear is very popular in the docks of Waterdeep, made from seaweed.” He says to Torvin.
The overweight merchant who has not yet spoken scoops up the mound of silvers and shoves them into his pouch while Dawani and the second merchant watch with disappointment.
At another table, Sparks attempts to communicate with the drunk half-orc. “I’ve nothing to do with the Mirabar delegation!” She roars in a sudden rage, her hands reaching for Sparks’ throat. The rage passes as quickly as it began. “I’m ssssorry, my ffffriend.” She says, tears in her eyes, and envelops the kenku in a hug before yelling for another round of ale.
Torvin says: "I'll take an ale and you can send a server to the table for my friends orders" He lays 2 gp on the bar and says "you can tell me if I owe more or when this credit runs out." "Thank you"
"sorry" in a deep lower voice with an obviously northern accent. "my friend." In the barkeep's voice.
Spark pats the half-orc on the back as he makes the clinking glass sound, downing the second half of his ale. "Barkeep Ale!" He then slurs out again in the drunken sailor's voice. Turning back to the half-orc he bobs his head in a quick nod as he makes the clinking glasses sound again.
"So, what do you..." In Tangle's voice. "know about this missing delegation?" In tangle's voice.
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Dawani will accept a seaweed beer. She's losing handedly at the dice table, but regardless she asks the merchants. "So, what's been the talk around town? I fancy myself a bit of a bard and real life events often make for the best stories. While you're all taking my money, how about we swap tale for tale?"
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Tangle glances around at the group chatting with the people in the bar. He nods appraisingly then turns to the bar tender, "That spiced cider sounds good for me." Turning to Torvin before he leaves the bar Tangle says, "I've procured a more private table upstairs for us. I'll see you there when you're ready." He waits for his cider. Once it's in his hand he leans over to the Kenku, "Upstairs when you're ready". He heads over to the the halfling next at the gaming table, "Upstairs when you're ready, don't take too long." He walks over to the table where Coldin and Balmar are sitting. In a hushed tone and in his lilting voice he says, "I've procured a table for us upstairs so our conversation can be a bit more private."
Having let everyone know, Tangle heads upstairs, his mud stained boots tracking a path to the stairs, his backpack swinging back on forth heavily on his back. He clumps up the stairs surreptitiously watching the room to see if anyone pays any special attention to his departure. (Perception: 16).
Once upstairs, Tangle turns a chair backwards at the table so that it isn't awkward with his backpack, and pulls out a piece of parchment, some quill, and ink, from a mid sized belt pouch. Tangle spends a few moments sketching out a rough map of the Dessarin valley for the rest of the group, and then waits for the rest of them to find their way upstairs.
Coldin waits a minute until his ale comes and then follows Tangle upstairs. Once there he spends time studying the map. "Do we know abou' where the party was when they disappeared?"
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Coldin continues inspecting the group. "Never 'heard of 'em. An' the 'alfling is right, we do stick ou' a bit. Stealth may not be our ally on this journey."
(OOC: Hey Rylenthar, nice to be adventuring with a member of the Bristletoes clan again ;) )
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
"Balmar Vex I think...." In Tangle's voice.
"Never 'heard of 'em." In Coldin's voice.
Moving to the bar, Sparks makes a sound like glasses clinking together, getting the barkeeper's attention. "Barkeep, Ale!" A voice of a drunken sailor slurs out of Spark's Beak then as he puts coin on the counter.
To the half-orc...
"Greetings my name is..." In Torvin's voice.
"Sparks..." In Tangle's voice.
"So, what do you..." In tangle's voice.
"know..." In Tangle's voice.
"about. This region..." In Tangle's voice.
Tangle watches the bird creature walk to the bar and start talking, his ears twitching every time it uses his voice. He pulls his attention back to the table, seemingly trying to distract himself and looks at the halfling. "You're right, we're a bit conspicuous, and we probably shouldn't share too much in this open place. The land is full of ears these days." His eyes dart about the room. "Let me arrange for us a more private setting to discuss our purpose. We can check occasionally to see if this Balmar person has arrived." His high pitched soft voice speaking just loud enough to breach the sounds of the tap room. The half-elf goes up to the bar tender, "Do you have a private room, perhaps in the back that our small group could meet in for a short time?" The half-elf slips a handful of silver across the bar top.
Tangle's large backpack sways on his back as he moves about the room. The guide doesn't seem to be wearing any weapons and moves lightly, with a minimal amount of noise.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
“Baldur’s Bones.” One of the merchants replies to Dawani, pulling up a chair for her. “Doubles are magic.”
(Dawani, you can roll an Intelligence check and add your proficiency modifier if you are proficient with dice sets.)
First merchant’s check: 10
Second merchant’s check: 12
The bartender, a jovial man who introduces himself as Garlen, snatches up Tangle’s silver. “I’m sure we could procure something.” He says. Garlen stomps upstairs and you hear the sounds of yelling and commotion. A minute later, five men march sullenly down to the taproom and take up residence at an unoccupied table. Garlen returns and bows to Tangle. “The upper lounge is at your disposal.”
The half-orc woman stares at Sparks for a second, and then bursts out into raucous laughter. “Aye, now I’ve seen it all.” She slurs, lifting the kenku clear off the floor and stuffing him into a chair. “Drinks are on me!”
Intelligence check: 4
Sparks holds up his pint and makes the sound of glasses clinking together as he nods to the half-orc. he takes a long pull, before slamming the half-empty pint onto the bar. He makes the sound of a drunken sailor beltching.
"So, what do you..." In Tangle's voice.
"know..." In Tangle's voice.
"About..." In Tangle's voice.
"this region," In Tangle's voice.
"raiders, and attacks. But more, the very weather itself has been strange." In Tangle's voice again.
The tavern door opens to admit a huge hulking almost seven foot tall half-orc figure dress in simple leather tunic and breeches but is covered in weapons with javelins strapped across the pack on his back, two hand axe at his side and a large greataxe being used as a makeshift walking stick. With a large scar across his green tinted face and a high black mohawk the piercing blue eye search the taverns for the delegation. Spotting the odd mixture of individuals he makes his way over trying and failing not to knock chairs over as he dose and produces a meaty hand forward with a crowned signet ring. "Balmar Vex of the Lords Alliance......are you the other delegates?"
Dawani looks on in utter horror at how obnoxiously the half-orc moved across the tavern. She responds in a harsh stage whisper. "Keep it down! Not everyone is... Accepting of outside meddling."
Coldin untucks a necklace with a medallion attached to it. On the medallion is a gauntleted hand holding a sword. "Aye. Though a do agree with the res' tha' discretion may be the be'er par' of valor 'are." He tucks the medallion back under his armour.
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
"Ooo...didnt think about that." As a look of actual thinking about that fact for the first time crosses his face and upon making out the annoyance on the little person's eyes adds "sorry" in a deep lower voice with an obviously northern accent.(OOC: Russian accent for you mental picture=) )
Torvin walks over to the bar and says to the bartender: "I would like to order a round of drinks for my friends, I'll take an ale. I'm not sure what the others want though."
“Just a minute, my friend.” The bartender replies to Torvin.
”Justran!” He bellows down to the cellar. “What have you got on tap?” He listens for a moment and then returns to the bar.
”We’ve got spiced cider, mulled wine, ale imported from Mirabar, and a beer that I hear is very popular in the docks of Waterdeep, made from seaweed.” He says to Torvin.
The overweight merchant who has not yet spoken scoops up the mound of silvers and shoves them into his pouch while Dawani and the second merchant watch with disappointment.
At another table, Sparks attempts to communicate with the drunk half-orc. “I’ve nothing to do with the Mirabar delegation!” She roars in a sudden rage, her hands reaching for Sparks’ throat. The rage passes as quickly as it began. “I’m ssssorry, my ffffriend.” She says, tears in her eyes, and envelops the kenku in a hug before yelling for another round of ale.
Torvin says: "I'll take an ale and you can send a server to the table for my friends orders" He lays 2 gp on the bar and says "you can tell me if I owe more or when this credit runs out." "Thank you"
To the half-orc...
"sorry" in a deep lower voice with an obviously northern accent.
"my friend." In the barkeep's voice.
Spark pats the half-orc on the back as he makes the clinking glass sound, downing the second half of his ale. "Barkeep Ale!" He then slurs out again in the drunken sailor's voice. Turning back to the half-orc he bobs his head in a quick nod as he makes the clinking glasses sound again.
"So, what do you..." In Tangle's voice.
"know about this missing delegation?" In tangle's voice.
Dawani will accept a seaweed beer. She's losing handedly at the dice table, but regardless she asks the merchants. "So, what's been the talk around town? I fancy myself a bit of a bard and real life events often make for the best stories. While you're all taking my money, how about we swap tale for tale?"
Persuasion: 20
Tangle glances around at the group chatting with the people in the bar. He nods appraisingly then turns to the bar tender, "That spiced cider sounds good for me." Turning to Torvin before he leaves the bar Tangle says, "I've procured a more private table upstairs for us. I'll see you there when you're ready." He waits for his cider. Once it's in his hand he leans over to the Kenku, "Upstairs when you're ready". He heads over to the the halfling next at the gaming table, "Upstairs when you're ready, don't take too long." He walks over to the table where Coldin and Balmar are sitting. In a hushed tone and in his lilting voice he says, "I've procured a table for us upstairs so our conversation can be a bit more private."
Having let everyone know, Tangle heads upstairs, his mud stained boots tracking a path to the stairs, his backpack swinging back on forth heavily on his back. He clumps up the stairs surreptitiously watching the room to see if anyone pays any special attention to his departure. (Perception: 16).
Once upstairs, Tangle turns a chair backwards at the table so that it isn't awkward with his backpack, and pulls out a piece of parchment, some quill, and ink, from a mid sized belt pouch. Tangle spends a few moments sketching out a rough map of the Dessarin valley for the rest of the group, and then waits for the rest of them to find their way upstairs.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Coldin waits a minute until his ale comes and then follows Tangle upstairs. Once there he spends time studying the map. "Do we know abou' where the party was when they disappeared?"
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
Dawani will make it a point to be the last upstairs. She'll gather every piece of information she can beforehand.
Sparks is waiting for any response from the half-orc in relation to what she knows about the delegation. After that he would find his way upstairs.