Thank you, Deet. Am I paranoid if I don't believe ALL of it? I mean...I think she believes all of it. I guess I haven't found local leaders of places to be entirely truthful or to necessarily have anyone's best interest beyond their own. But a noble got sick so maybe that did spark some real solutions.
I appreciate the company. This has been...good companionship.
As the bustling day in Rashack Moor turns into a different but just as bustling night, you all find yourselves at the tavern down the road from the boarding house. It is hard to tell how large the premises is as it's so crowded you can't see the walls. The place seems to be run by a family of halflings and it's impressive to watch how the patrons are served in an organised chaos, with the diminutive publicans using strategically placed tables, squat columns and makeshift walkways. Every conceivable race of Rashackian are busy drinking, cavorting, talking, fighting, shouting and drinking some more.
Arden has a mediocre night. Although his performance is more than adequate, it is so crowded that his music is drowned out by the noise. He makes 20 silver from the bar and 32 copper from patrons.
The hot, sweaty and smoky room almost crackles with opportunity. What do you wish to do.
You are The Night. You are a shadow. A veritable Master of Theft!
Actually, everyone is so drunk and the tavern so busy that at one point you stood in front of a dwarf and yelled "I'M JUST GUNNA STEAL THIS!" pointing to a small coin purse on the table in front of him. He nodded enthusiastically and laughed heartily as you casually tucked it into your sash and tipped your imaginary hat.
By the time the crowds start to thin you find yourself richer by 32cp 18sp and 2gp.
Cragmyre spent his morning helping Mrs. Fletcher around the boarding house, as per the arrangement of his stay. Around midday he greets Klee as he comes in from his walk and promptly upstairs for a snooze, and decides to head out himself. Seeing that he missed Tahta and Deet's excursion to the East Ward, he decides to roam about the market before heading back. He tries to listen as much as possible to any rumors going around without eavesdropping impolitely.
Cragmyre heads to the Crow and Bucket from the boarding house, so accompanying anyone who might be doing the same. He doesn't like crowded taverns very much; it hard to think inside. All the same, he told Arden he'd go so here he is. He stands uncomfortably, having found no place to sit, and gets jostled frequently due to his bulk. Not a very pleasant experience at first, but soon enough Cragmyre's eyes are closed and he lets himself become lost in the communal sway of the crowd.
He mostly uses his height to keep an eye on his new friends and make sure they don't get into trouble.
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Cragmyre, in your travels around the local bazaar in the afternoon (which, because you reside in the docks district mostly contains fish) you keep an ear out for conversation and rumor. Only three things stand out as they were mentioned more than once. One, people are scared to poop. Most houses, like the boarding house, have a "Convenience" ( or Connie in Rashack Moor) located out in the back garden, contained in a little shed. Essentially it is a hole in the ground that goes either directly or through a series of short pipes to the maze of sewers under Rashack Moor. Since the "Drop", as it now seems to have been dubbed, this morning many believe they are hearing the beasts through their Connie's and are afraid a tentacle is going to drag them in. This has led to some people using neighbors Connie's that they know aren't directly over the sewer. Two, even though this city has it's fair share of turnover, some believe that people are going missing. The latest is a young man named Glendol who disappeared from his place of work on the docks three weeks ago. And Three, at around midday, miners at the open chalk mine just south of Rashack Moor were privy to a spectacular sight as thousands of rats poured out of Rashack Moors sewage discharge pipes.
While watching over your strange flock at the Crow and Bucket, you notice Klee take a few things that don't belong to her. She is very good and it takes you a few moments to even realize she has done it.
And no need to apolgise. The point of PBP is for people that are busy. All good :D
Tahta stays outside the Crow and Bucket and tries to find a wall or window that'd give her the best location to hear the music. The noise of the patrons is just a little to close to the noise of an arena. A circus of violence cheered on by heartless throngs and money. Still... she'd like to hear this bard. He seemed very confident.
When she finally manages to find the best available spot, she sits in the mud outside, with an ear to the wall, and gently plucks her fingers against the boards...and imagines a lute and a different life.
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Arden, ever the consummate performer, will give a full bow to the somewhat less than receptive audience Thank you, thank you, good people! Arden will scan the audience for anyone involved with the sewer spectacle of earlier that day, or failing that, anyone of special interest perception12
Deet claps enthusiastically at Arden's performance, unaware that it wasn't very good. He's just glad of the entertainment. He initially sits near Arden, in the front row so to speak, but when he sees Cragmyre unable to find a place to sit, he grabs a stool and goes over to sit next to him. He scowls at people who jostle the genasi, and when they sit down he uses druidcraft to snuff out the torch or lantern at their table.
Klee whistles enthusiastically for Arden, and tosses a couple of coppers of her own up on stage (-2CP -> Arden), then looks for an empty stretch of wall near the others to lean against.
Cragmyre's gaze linger on Klee's action but he says nothing, gratefully accepting the seat near Deet as he applauds Arden's performance. When the halfling performs his magic the genasi's eyes go wide. "That was impressive," he whispers. "A spell of your people? And what for?"
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
As you all seem to congregate together after Ardens set, you find your yourselves beset upon by a very drunk Elf of indeterminate gender.
WaS tHe PoInt I meAN. ThaTsh whAt I Shaid! BLAST IT ALL WHAT!! S'okay S'okay WaIT do YOu Have coIn? CoIN fo a wEE tiDdle? I aM mAny thinSH anD noThinG at ALL... YoUr Very larGe...
He or she leans in and stares hazily into Cragmyre's eyes.
ThE LittLe One wiTh yoU oR diD you just pO *hic* Poo *hic* sHit him oUt?
At this the elf laughs heartily at his own joke. One of those laughs that seems dangerously close to madness.
The elf puts his elbows heavily on the table. He goes to rest his head in his hands and misses, slamming his head into the table with a crunch. He slumps to the floor unconscious.
A dwarf that you notice has been watching events unfold comes over to the table. I thought she would never go sleep. The dwarf roughly picks her (apparently) up by the shoulders and drags her outside.
Note: Most Dwarfs in Reisec speak with a vaguely Russian accent, not Scottish.
Arden, having joined his new friends at the table, is somewhat taken aback by the androgynous elf’s craziness. His disdain turns to concern as the dwarf begins to drag her out. Just a moment there, fellow. where are you taking our friend?
Thank you, Deet. Am I paranoid if I don't believe ALL of it? I mean...I think she believes all of it. I guess I haven't found local leaders of places to be entirely truthful or to necessarily have anyone's best interest beyond their own. But a noble got sick so maybe that did spark some real solutions.
I appreciate the company. This has been...good companionship.
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The Crow and Bucket
As the bustling day in Rashack Moor turns into a different but just as bustling night, you all find yourselves at the tavern down the road from the boarding house. It is hard to tell how large the premises is as it's so crowded you can't see the walls. The place seems to be run by a family of halflings and it's impressive to watch how the patrons are served in an organised chaos, with the diminutive publicans using strategically placed tables, squat columns and makeshift walkways. Every conceivable race of Rashackian are busy drinking, cavorting, talking, fighting, shouting and drinking some more.
Arden has a mediocre night. Although his performance is more than adequate, it is so crowded that his music is drowned out by the noise. He makes 20 silver from the bar and 32 copper from patrons.
The hot, sweaty and smoky room almost crackles with opportunity. What do you wish to do.
Klee looks for anyone with a lot of empty cups and maybe a couple of loose coppers on the table.
Perception 22
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
For Klee;
The crowded tavern is a cornucopia for a nimble fingered type. You see many opportunities. Roll 3 stealth checks with advantage.
stealth : 20
stealth : 20
stealth : 14
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
For Klee;
You are The Night. You are a shadow. A veritable Master of Theft!
Actually, everyone is so drunk and the tavern so busy that at one point you stood in front of a dwarf and yelled "I'M JUST GUNNA STEAL THIS!" pointing to a small coin purse on the table in front of him. He nodded enthusiastically and laughed heartily as you casually tucked it into your sash and tipped your imaginary hat.
By the time the crowds start to thin you find yourself richer by 32cp 18sp and 2gp.
((Again, sorry for being out of commission))
Cragmyre spent his morning helping Mrs. Fletcher around the boarding house, as per the arrangement of his stay. Around midday he greets Klee as he comes in from his walk and promptly upstairs for a snooze, and decides to head out himself. Seeing that he missed Tahta and Deet's excursion to the East Ward, he decides to roam about the market before heading back. He tries to listen as much as possible to any rumors going around without eavesdropping impolitely.
Cragmyre heads to the Crow and Bucket from the boarding house, so accompanying anyone who might be doing the same. He doesn't like crowded taverns very much; it hard to think inside. All the same, he told Arden he'd go so here he is. He stands uncomfortably, having found no place to sit, and gets jostled frequently due to his bulk. Not a very pleasant experience at first, but soon enough Cragmyre's eyes are closed and he lets himself become lost in the communal sway of the crowd.
He mostly uses his height to keep an eye on his new friends and make sure they don't get into trouble.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Cragmyre, in your travels around the local bazaar in the afternoon (which, because you reside in the docks district mostly contains fish) you keep an ear out for conversation and rumor. Only three things stand out as they were mentioned more than once. One, people are scared to poop. Most houses, like the boarding house, have a "Convenience" ( or Connie in Rashack Moor) located out in the back garden, contained in a little shed. Essentially it is a hole in the ground that goes either directly or through a series of short pipes to the maze of sewers under Rashack Moor. Since the "Drop", as it now seems to have been dubbed, this morning many believe they are hearing the beasts through their Connie's and are afraid a tentacle is going to drag them in. This has led to some people using neighbors Connie's that they know aren't directly over the sewer. Two, even though this city has it's fair share of turnover, some believe that people are going missing. The latest is a young man named Glendol who disappeared from his place of work on the docks three weeks ago. And Three, at around midday, miners at the open chalk mine just south of Rashack Moor were privy to a spectacular sight as thousands of rats poured out of Rashack Moors sewage discharge pipes.
While watching over your strange flock at the Crow and Bucket, you notice Klee take a few things that don't belong to her. She is very good and it takes you a few moments to even realize she has done it.
And no need to apolgise. The point of PBP is for people that are busy. All good :D
Tahta stays outside the Crow and Bucket and tries to find a wall or window that'd give her the best location to hear the music. The noise of the patrons is just a little to close to the noise of an arena. A circus of violence cheered on by heartless throngs and money. Still... she'd like to hear this bard. He seemed very confident.
When she finally manages to find the best available spot, she sits in the mud outside, with an ear to the wall, and gently plucks her fingers against the boards...and imagines a lute and a different life.
Arden, ever the consummate performer, will give a full bow to the somewhat less than receptive audience Thank you, thank you, good people! Arden will scan the audience for anyone involved with the sewer spectacle of earlier that day, or failing that, anyone of special interest perception 12
Deet claps enthusiastically at Arden's performance, unaware that it wasn't very good. He's just glad of the entertainment. He initially sits near Arden, in the front row so to speak, but when he sees Cragmyre unable to find a place to sit, he grabs a stool and goes over to sit next to him. He scowls at people who jostle the genasi, and when they sit down he uses druidcraft to snuff out the torch or lantern at their table.
Klee whistles enthusiastically for Arden, and tosses a couple of coppers of her own up on stage (-2CP -> Arden), then looks for an empty stretch of wall near the others to lean against.
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Cragmyre's gaze linger on Klee's action but he says nothing, gratefully accepting the seat near Deet as he applauds Arden's performance. When the halfling performs his magic the genasi's eyes go wide. "That was impressive," he whispers. "A spell of your people? And what for?"
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
As you all seem to congregate together after Ardens set, you find your yourselves beset upon by a very drunk Elf of indeterminate gender.
WaS tHe PoInt I meAN. ThaTsh whAt I Shaid! BLAST IT ALL WHAT!! S'okay S'okay WaIT do YOu Have coIn? CoIN fo a wEE tiDdle? I aM mAny thinSH anD noThinG at ALL... YoUr Very larGe...
He or she leans in and stares hazily into Cragmyre's eyes.
ThE LittLe One wiTh yoU oR diD you just pO *hic* Poo *hic* sHit him oUt?
At this the elf laughs heartily at his own joke. One of those laughs that seems dangerously close to madness.
For fun! And justice! replies Deet to Cragmyre.
As the elf jokes, Deet laughs, not picking up on the near-madness aspect. What are you drinking? I guess that's the good stuff.
WellY WeLl WELL! iT talkSh!
The elf puts his elbows heavily on the table. He goes to rest his head in his hands and misses, slamming his head into the table with a crunch. He slumps to the floor unconscious.
A dwarf that you notice has been watching events unfold comes over to the table. I thought she would never go sleep. The dwarf roughly picks her (apparently) up by the shoulders and drags her outside.
Note: Most Dwarfs in Reisec speak with a vaguely Russian accent, not Scottish.
Arden, having joined his new friends at the table, is somewhat taken aback by the androgynous elf’s craziness. His disdain turns to concern as the dwarf begins to drag her out. Just a moment there, fellow. where are you taking our friend?
The dwarf stops and looks at Arden as though he just sprouted wolfs-bane from his ears.
Elf do not have friends. I am taking her outside to sleep.
Shaking his head he continues to drag the unconscious elf to the door.
Deet follows quietly, interested to know where the elf is being taken for sleep purposes.
For no particular reason of course, would Deet happen to notice if the dwarf is wearing metal armour? It's good to know these things...