Keth nods to Brace in understanding and continues on in to the tavern. His first glances will to be if he can notice any other refugees, whether by their style of clothes or accent or any other details.
He would like to make some friendly contacts right off and let's the others do their thing.
Livly's thing for now is to get a warm drink and find the place by the fire that is not rocking - almost forgotten feeling she longed for some time now. She would not mind a friendly conversation with locals (if there halflings around she would try to talk with them eventually).
Volkher will nod at the warning and whisper back, "Perhaps we can find work that takes us somewhere outside the city where we could have a private chat with our new admirer.
Ulfgar follows Landrae to the barman and joins in on the pitch "Indeed, a finer voice and song you will never have heard dear barman. And whilst her tunes fills your ear, the glory of Sune will look favorably upon your establishment." (joining in to help Landrae with the persuading 5 )
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OOC: In future if Ulfgar (or anyone) is giving aid I'll allow Landrae(the person performing the action) to roll again with advantage.
"Certainly drinks for a song or two would be possible," replies the barman with a toothy grin as he eyes the half-elf. "From the Waste Lands myself here...well my parents were," he explains with a nod. The barman is clearly a half-elf himself.
Landrae's diddy calls attention to some patrons while the bard already playing stops immediately.
"Finally someone else who'll appreciate me," the human male bard bellows with a groan looking at Landrae. "Come come half the coin is yours if we can make any," he adds in a shouting tone as the patrons laugh or jeer as he blows a kiss at them.
Brace having told the others looks again to find the mystery figure vanished!
Inside now Livly finds a roaring fire but no other wee folk. It's mostly big folk with a dwarf or two about the place. More elves and half-elves than humans at least. The Knight's decor a mix of hodge-podge items from her homeland she notices as well as elven art.
Livly roll investigation.
Keth notices a lot of refugees here though their mostly elven or half-elven. He notices too he's the only one in the party getting hard looks from patrons and staff alike. Orcs are still a savage race in Talamh that much he knows. No one has approached him yet but there's a table of men, elven and human, that are whispering then looking in his direction.
As the party settles into thier drinks at a central table near the fire and Landrae plays (performance check) for coin while a purple cloaked figure approaches the party. The hood is then removed and a young human man is revealed.
"Good evening to you all," he says with a nervous smile. "New travelers such as yourselves are in need of work," he then says as a statement not a question.
"I'm a representative. My own name is unimportant," the young man says matter-of-factly. "My master would speak with you," he then says turning and gesturing at a group of hooded figures at the back of the tavern. One however faces the party. He's an older human with a salt and pepper beard that's expertly groomed. He's in silver robes and looks as if he's holding court at his table. He notices the younger man gesturing at him and nods at the party. "Come," the young human man says, "please," he adds moving away from the table.
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Landrae raises her voice over the patrons and start to sing, clapping the beat as she walks towards the stage motioning for the bard to pick up the tune before pulling out her lute and playing an accompaniment... (Tune here)
"Down at an elvish fair one evening i was there, when i heard a showman shooting underneath the flair, I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, There they are all standing in a row, big ones, small ones, some as big as your head, Give them a twist a flick of the wrist, thats what the showman said I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts..."
OOC: TOTALLY off topic but my bard ONLY plays 80s glam rock lol
Landrae pleases most with her song and approaching the other bard he continues to play his lute.
"Adel "Rosie" Keller," the human man nods with a wink. "Its the only damned place lately that isn't preaching the Word or allows those zealots in here," he explains before rolling his eyes. "Let's make some coin," he adds continuing to play is lute ah-la Sweet Child of Mine.
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If the party move over towards the back of the tavern, Landrae will keep an eye on things from her current position (Perception: 13) as best she is able.
Landrae joins in the slightly more up tempo melody, taking a break on the chorus to get the patrons involved, clapping along. In between songs, Landrae continues the conversation, "'Rosie' eh? Is that after your cheeks? What's 'the Word' about, and these zealots you speak of? Trouble in the city?" Landrae takes up the next tune a-la 'Welcome to the Jungle', keeping to the local bard's knowledge of what is appreciated.
"Yeah, that is not sketchy at all," Keth says very sarcastically. He looks to Volkher, "I say you take Livly and Brace and listen to what they have to say. I will stay here and out of trouble, my kind is not overly welcome here."
(The table of men, am I able to tell if they are Talamh or from the Wastes?)
World full of big folks - as if it was ever different or as is if Livly cared. The Knight's decor, though, deserved her curiosity. Livly was a bit out of her element with magic being frown upon, but if 16 copper could afford a mug of warm spicy wine she would get it and go around looking at the things that were sadly familiar.
Landrae can only see the man approach but hears none of the exchange.
The bard smirks and climbs off the perch on the small stage after the song.
"No it's for this," Rosie says pulling his shirt open to show off a large rose with thorns tattooed on his chest giving off a slight arcane shimmer. "As for the Word. It's the latest trite that our growing woes are from the use of magic outside the divine Sisters and the newcomers. But I'll tell you there's not a Talamhain alive that's not touched by either if these 'problems'..." Rosie scoffs going fir his ale cup but finding it empty. He then holds it up to the barman who nods and sends a pitcher over.
Keth can tell they're a mix of locals and possibly refugees who have assimilated.
Livly can buy a small glass for 4 coppers. She notices scrawled everywhere on every bit of wooden surface are names and dates.
The hooded figures do not turn around and the young man returns to the side if the man facing the party with a quizzically raised eyebrow as if waiting for the party's response to his summons.
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Livly was thoughtful -against her very nature - for probably whole full minute, then sighed (what else could it be if not the very last possessions of refugees before them, sold to allow passage further into the continent?) and returned to the others. Who, apparently, were deep into the conversation with strangers. When stranger moved away to another table (with a group of hoodies) she joined the team "Made a friend already? He is still looking at you as if waiting. What did he say?"
Landrae mimes a drinking motion and a wink to the barman, hoping to receive similar treatment, not sure if she'll have to pay for the drink later but also not really caring right now. Paying close attention to the man's chest, taking note of the tatoo and quickly scanning over for any scars Landrae replies "That's an impressive piece of art, local piece or something you picked up on your travels? The Divine Sisters, sounds like an upmarket brothel to me. I guess, as a newcomer myself, I'd best be careful not to play too well, just incase anyone thinks I'm trying to charm them." Landrae closes her sentence with a small pout before breaking into a giggle.
(OOC - could I get a description of Rosie, and what his playing was like)
Keth does his best to ignore the group and yells to Ulfgar, "Hey, Ulfgar get me a drink as well." He does not like being this particular type of spectacle. Back home he at least had a reputation of being well liked and now he would have to start with a whole new perspective.
Ulfgar looks back to Keth and gives him a big thumbs up "Barkeep, your best *cheapest* ale for me and my big friend over there." He holds out 6 copper pieces and hopes that the barman doesnt take all of them. As he awaits the drinks he tries to look around the room to take in all the sights and to be noticed checking out everyone in the room.
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Keth nods to Brace in understanding and continues on in to the tavern. His first glances will to be if he can notice any other refugees, whether by their style of clothes or accent or any other details.
He would like to make some friendly contacts right off and let's the others do their thing.
Livly's thing for now is to get a warm drink and find the place by the fire that is not rocking - almost forgotten feeling she longed for some time now. She would not mind a friendly conversation with locals (if there halflings around she would try to talk with them eventually).
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Volkher will nod at the warning and whisper back, "Perhaps we can find work that takes us somewhere outside the city where we could have a private chat with our new admirer.
Ulfgar follows Landrae to the barman and joins in on the pitch "Indeed, a finer voice and song you will never have heard dear barman. And whilst her tunes fills your ear, the glory of Sune will look favorably upon your establishment." (joining in to help Landrae with the persuading 5 )
Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"Ive heard it both ways."
OOC: In future if Ulfgar (or anyone) is giving aid I'll allow Landrae(the person performing the action) to roll again with advantage.
"Certainly drinks for a song or two would be possible," replies the barman with a toothy grin as he eyes the half-elf. "From the Waste Lands myself here...well my parents were," he explains with a nod. The barman is clearly a half-elf himself.
Landrae's diddy calls attention to some patrons while the bard already playing stops immediately.
"Finally someone else who'll appreciate me," the human male bard bellows with a groan looking at Landrae. "Come come half the coin is yours if we can make any," he adds in a shouting tone as the patrons laugh or jeer as he blows a kiss at them.
Brace having told the others looks again to find the mystery figure vanished!
Inside now Livly finds a roaring fire but no other wee folk. It's mostly big folk with a dwarf or two about the place. More elves and half-elves than humans at least. The Knight's decor a mix of hodge-podge items from her homeland she notices as well as elven art.
Livly roll investigation.
Keth notices a lot of refugees here though their mostly elven or half-elven. He notices too he's the only one in the party getting hard looks from patrons and staff alike. Orcs are still a savage race in Talamh that much he knows. No one has approached him yet but there's a table of men, elven and human, that are whispering then looking in his direction.
As the party settles into thier drinks at a central table near the fire and Landrae plays (performance check) for coin while a purple cloaked figure approaches the party. The hood is then removed and a young human man is revealed.
"Good evening to you all," he says with a nervous smile. "New travelers such as yourselves are in need of work," he then says as a statement not a question.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Volkher respond cautiously, “Work is usually desirable, but names and details are necessary, mr...?”
"I'm a representative. My own name is unimportant," the young man says matter-of-factly. "My master would speak with you," he then says turning and gesturing at a group of hooded figures at the back of the tavern. One however faces the party. He's an older human with a salt and pepper beard that's expertly groomed. He's in silver robes and looks as if he's holding court at his table. He notices the younger man gesturing at him and nods at the party. "Come," the young human man says, "please," he adds moving away from the table.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Landrae raises her voice over the patrons and start to sing, clapping the beat as she walks towards the stage motioning for the bard to pick up the tune before pulling out her lute and playing an accompaniment... (Tune here)
"Down at an elvish fair one evening i was there, when i heard a showman shooting underneath the flair,
I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts,
There they are all standing in a row, big ones, small ones, some as big as your head,
Give them a twist a flick of the wrist, thats what the showman said
I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts..."
Performance: 16
After the song(s) Landrae introduces herself to the human and enquires as to his name, and how he came to be playing at the Knight.
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
OOC: TOTALLY off topic but my bard ONLY plays 80s glam rock lol
Landrae pleases most with her song and approaching the other bard he continues to play his lute.
"Adel "Rosie" Keller," the human man nods with a wink. "Its the only damned place lately that isn't preaching the Word or allows those zealots in here," he explains before rolling his eyes. "Let's make some coin," he adds continuing to play is lute ah-la Sweet Child of Mine.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
If the party move over towards the back of the tavern, Landrae will keep an eye on things from her current position (Perception: 13) as best she is able.
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Landrae joins in the slightly more up tempo melody, taking a break on the chorus to get the patrons involved, clapping along. In between songs, Landrae continues the conversation, "'Rosie' eh? Is that after your cheeks? What's 'the Word' about, and these zealots you speak of? Trouble in the city?" Landrae takes up the next tune a-la 'Welcome to the Jungle', keeping to the local bard's knowledge of what is appreciated.
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
"Yeah, that is not sketchy at all," Keth says very sarcastically. He looks to Volkher, "I say you take Livly and Brace and listen to what they have to say. I will stay here and out of trouble, my kind is not overly welcome here."
(The table of men, am I able to tell if they are Talamh or from the Wastes?)
World full of big folks - as if it was ever different or as is if Livly cared. The Knight's decor, though, deserved her curiosity. Livly was a bit out of her element with magic being frown upon, but if 16 copper could afford a mug of warm spicy wine she would get it and go around looking at the things that were sadly familiar.
Investigation: 5
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Volkher will nod to Keth, "Agreed, let's go hear what hey have to say. " And he'll head over with anyone who feels like joining him.
Landrae can only see the man approach but hears none of the exchange.
The bard smirks and climbs off the perch on the small stage after the song.
"No it's for this," Rosie says pulling his shirt open to show off a large rose with thorns tattooed on his chest giving off a slight arcane shimmer. "As for the Word. It's the latest trite that our growing woes are from the use of magic outside the divine Sisters and the newcomers. But I'll tell you there's not a Talamhain alive that's not touched by either if these 'problems'..." Rosie scoffs going fir his ale cup but finding it empty. He then holds it up to the barman who nods and sends a pitcher over.
Keth can tell they're a mix of locals and possibly refugees who have assimilated.
Livly can buy a small glass for 4 coppers. She notices scrawled everywhere on every bit of wooden surface are names and dates.
The hooded figures do not turn around and the young man returns to the side if the man facing the party with a quizzically raised eyebrow as if waiting for the party's response to his summons.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Livly was thoughtful -against her very nature - for probably whole full minute, then sighed (what else could it be if not the very last possessions of refugees before them, sold to allow passage further into the continent?) and returned to the others. Who, apparently, were deep into the conversation with strangers. When stranger moved away to another table (with a group of hoodies) she joined the team "Made a friend already? He is still looking at you as if waiting. What did he say?"
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Landrae mimes a drinking motion and a wink to the barman, hoping to receive similar treatment, not sure if she'll have to pay for the drink later but also not really caring right now. Paying close attention to the man's chest, taking note of the tatoo and quickly scanning over for any scars Landrae replies "That's an impressive piece of art, local piece or something you picked up on your travels? The Divine Sisters, sounds like an upmarket brothel to me. I guess, as a newcomer myself, I'd best be careful not to play too well, just incase anyone thinks I'm trying to charm them." Landrae closes her sentence with a small pout before breaking into a giggle.
(OOC - could I get a description of Rosie, and what his playing was like)
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Rosie. It's like 80s rock lute.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Keth does his best to ignore the group and yells to Ulfgar, "Hey, Ulfgar get me a drink as well." He does not like being this particular type of spectacle. Back home he at least had a reputation of being well liked and now he would have to start with a whole new perspective.
Ulfgar looks back to Keth and gives him a big thumbs up "Barkeep, your best *cheapest* ale for me and my big friend over there." He holds out 6 copper pieces and hopes that the barman doesnt take all of them. As he awaits the drinks he tries to look around the room to take in all the sights and to be noticed checking out everyone in the room.
Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"Ive heard it both ways."