As Fontanne says that a male Halfling sitting at a table begins screaming out all sorts of profanities, in halfling and in common. Then he yells,"Not again! NOT AGAIN! You four!" He says pointing to the four of you,"Come here."
Fexler hops off his stool. Concern paints his face as he approaches the distraught fellow. He moves slowly with his hands out as one may approach a snorting boar. Unconsciously, it seems, he makes soothing and calming coos.
"Some of my hunters were robbed by The Crows again. I can't stand it anymore. You four look like adventuring types, try to stop em' somehow." He then whispers, "That includes killing." Then, back to regular voice,"15 gold each if you destroy one of their camps."
All of you would know The Crows as the group of bandits who live in Star Forest and rob travelers.
Mina looks quizzically at Fontanne for a moment, "You have bandits- nevermind. Ok, so where do we find these cretins?"
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Making two steps toward the door Fexler turns around, somberly regarding each of them in turn. "Bandits are no joke. They may want to kill us. They may try to kill us. We must not waver or flinch."
His hand disappears into his backpack. As he rumages the sound of clanking and banging jumps around the room. Seriously, he continues, "We must walk into this with our eyes open and our hearts steeled. Violence should be our last option but it mus remain open to us. Ah!"
He pulls from the bag a small linen sack. "Cakes?" From the sack several coin sized cakes appear. "They are quite tasty. Honey and banana. Very sweet and packed with team building energy.
"My name is Fexler by the way. Fexler Fishwater." He holds out a small sticky hand filled with cakes proferring them to each of the others. "If you don't like banana I may still have some coconut fritters in here somewhere..."
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Mina jumps before the door and exclaims, "Wait! I almost forgot something!" She runs to a nearby table of lively regulars and starts pointing at the inebriated man from before. (Persuassion: 3). The ones that join her follow quietly and gather around the drunk's table. Mina leans in close and starts to whisper while the small gathering quietly hums:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Mina's singing isn't great, she forgets a word or two, she's off key, but some people join in and it begins to sound great. Then that particular drunk joins in, he does not know any words so he's several seconds behind everyone else, while still messing up lyrics. He then jumps onto the table to dance a little, before promptly falling down next to Minatarsis. Using the table, he stands back up and throws up on Mina.
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(Dex: 18)
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You're almost able to completely jump out of the way of the vomit, but some still catches your right side and arm. The drunk then passes out onto a puddle of his own vomit.
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As Fontanne says that a male Halfling sitting at a table begins screaming out all sorts of profanities, in halfling and in common. Then he yells,"Not again! NOT AGAIN! You four!" He says pointing to the four of you,"Come here."
"What is it," she asks softly, going over to the halfling's table.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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Shressh gaze moves from Fontanne to the halfing, he then follows the genasi to the table: "Yess, yess. What isss troubling you, my friend?"
Fexler hops off his stool. Concern paints his face as he approaches the distraught fellow. He moves slowly with his hands out as one may approach a snorting boar. Unconsciously, it seems, he makes soothing and calming coos.
"Some of my hunters were robbed by The Crows again. I can't stand it anymore. You four look like adventuring types, try to stop em' somehow." He then whispers, "That includes killing." Then, back to regular voice,"15 gold each if you destroy one of their camps."
All of you would know The Crows as the group of bandits who live in Star Forest and rob travelers.
"I've never seen a land bandit camp before."
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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Mina looks quizzically at Fontanne for a moment, "You have bandits- nevermind. Ok, so where do we find these cretins?"
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"We have sahuagin," she says to Minatarsis in an undertone, "someday I'll take you to hunt them."
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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"Just follow one of the roads into the forest, you're bound to run across one quickly." The Halfling Man says, "Name's Joton, anyway."
Fexler growls deep in his throat. "These Crows have been trouble for some time. We will stop them."
Fexler dashes back to his seat and wraps his notebook in oiled cloth.
(Ooc. Who keeps the peace on this island? Are there official guards or are the citizens to fend for themselves?)
"I'll be glad to help in any way I can", Shressh says.
"Well, thank you Sirs!"
OOC- There would be a town guard, but they really keep the peace in the city, not in the forest as much.
Making two steps toward the door Fexler turns around, somberly regarding each of them in turn. "Bandits are no joke. They may want to kill us. They may try to kill us. We must not waver or flinch."
His hand disappears into his backpack. As he rumages the sound of clanking and banging jumps around the room. Seriously, he continues, "We must walk into this with our eyes open and our hearts steeled. Violence should be our last option but it mus remain open to us. Ah!"
He pulls from the bag a small linen sack. "Cakes?" From the sack several coin sized cakes appear. "They are quite tasty. Honey and banana. Very sweet and packed with team building energy.
"My name is Fexler by the way. Fexler Fishwater." He holds out a small sticky hand filled with cakes proferring them to each of the others. "If you don't like banana I may still have some coconut fritters in here somewhere..."
"Ooh! Cakes! I'm Fontanne. How do you make these?"
OOC: Fontanne's interested in everything.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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Mina jumps before the door and exclaims, "Wait! I almost forgot something!" She runs to a nearby table of lively regulars and starts pointing at the inebriated man from before. (Persuassion: 3). The ones that join her follow quietly and gather around the drunk's table. Mina leans in close and starts to whisper while the small gathering quietly hums:
Once I knew a golden lass,
Her eyes did shine like pearls.
But when we got up to her room,
My world began to twirl!
Her beauty was so radiant
That gold could not adorn.
I tell you now, I sing today
(Of my lusty dragonborn!)
(Persuassion/Performance: 6)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
OOC: That's one of the stranger songs I've seen lyrics to.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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Shressh accepts one of Fexler's cakes and while eating it listens intently to Mina's song.
Then he turns to Fexler: "the Goddesss of life is with me. I can help. No bandits will live to tell the tale of our visssit".
Mina's singing isn't great, she forgets a word or two, she's off key, but some people join in and it begins to sound great. Then that particular drunk joins in, he does not know any words so he's several seconds behind everyone else, while still messing up lyrics. He then jumps onto the table to dance a little, before promptly falling down next to Minatarsis. Using the table, he stands back up and throws up on Mina.
Minatarsis, make a Dexterity saving throw.
(Dex: 18)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
You're almost able to completely jump out of the way of the vomit, but some still catches your right side and arm. The drunk then passes out onto a puddle of his own vomit.