"I have important matters to attend to, Mr. Wilrey." Luc-Pierre says, turning away. "I trust we will have the pleasure of your company tomorrow. Men on my ship earn their positions, and I don't intend to show any favoritism. Get yourself some rest while you can."
Luc-Pierre's tone is mild but clearly states that the conversation is over.
After playing a few rounds of cards with Alex, Skulk stands up, stretches, and motions to the young lad to bring him another ale."That's a good lad. Another ale, young one. And one for my new friend here..."--he motions toward Alex--"...the most upright of gamblers."
The Caliban then (unwisely) decides everyone in The Hanged Man will appreciate a joke. "Listen up, friends. Listen up! Do ya' know why no one would play a game of cards with the sailor?"
Skulk pauses and pours the remainder of his soup into his mouth. He starts to chuckle and delivers the punch line. "'Cause, the sailor was standing on the deck!"
The gathered company begins to lay out blankets and bedrolls on the wooden floor, and the tavern soon resounds with snores. The talk dies down as midnight approaches, and Captain Luc-Pierre and his cloaked companion take their leave.
Dane has been sitting in the corner looking for any others who aren't drinking and reveling, looking stone faced as he takes in his new flock. He was walking up to talk to the Captain when he heard the Captain politely dismiss another sailor. "Perhaps he has business. I'll introduce myself on the ship tomorrow morning." Dane is getting ready to leave when he hears the Caliban's joke. He tries to keep a straight face, but it slowly cracks, and he starts laughing at the idiotic joke.
Edit: (Ah, got ninja'd because I took forever to respond).
I'll approach Nylia, and explain, "Sorry, lady, I was jus' tryin' to protect ya. You know sailors can get ruff, and if we pretend to be togetha' they might see you undah' my protection."
"I apologize for bein' so forthcoming, but I've got your back, if you's got mine."
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There are several men smoking at a table, looming over a smaller figure who shifts uncomfortably in his chair. You cannot hear what they are discussing at this distance, but the small man occasionally casts a fearful glance around the room.
Skulk, not bothered a bit by the flat response to his joke, sits down and stuffs his burly pipe with some tobacco. He lights it and begins sending thick columns of aromatic smoke toward the ceiling. "Not ready for sleep yet,"he mutters to himself.
He casts an eye around the room and sees that one of the elves is still awake and that a group of men are engaged in conversation.
I walk over to the small man. Can you describe him more to me? I'll roll perception to analyze everything about his outward appearance, and Insight to guess what kind of person he is.
Perception: 4
Insight: 16
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After being brushed off by the elf and Nylia, Savion returned to his table in the corner. He gave the pseudodragon a scratch on its chin just before it vanished in a wisp of shadow. Since then, Savion has been sitting motionless at the table with his hands folded on the table in front of him and a far-off stare across the common room.
Ox, the man stands at 5'8", and his sharp nose and watery eyes give him the distinct appearance of a rodent. He is clearly intimidated by the three men across the table, and his posture betrays it.
"Nothing to see here, elf." One of the men spits. "In''t that right, Milkey?" He delivers a kick to the watery-eyed man, who squeaks in agreement.
"I have important matters to attend to, Mr. Wilrey." Luc-Pierre says, turning away. "I trust we will have the pleasure of your company tomorrow. Men on my ship earn their positions, and I don't intend to show any favoritism. Get yourself some rest while you can."
Luc-Pierre's tone is mild but clearly states that the conversation is over.
After playing a few rounds of cards with Alex, Skulk stands up, stretches, and motions to the young lad to bring him another ale. "That's a good lad. Another ale, young one. And one for my new friend here..."--he motions toward Alex--"...the most upright of gamblers."
The Caliban then (unwisely) decides everyone in The Hanged Man will appreciate a joke. "Listen up, friends. Listen up! Do ya' know why no one would play a game of cards with the sailor?"
Skulk pauses and pours the remainder of his soup into his mouth. He starts to chuckle and delivers the punch line. "'Cause, the sailor was standing on the deck!"
((Everyone goes so quiet that you can somehow hear crickets over the heavy rain))
The gathered company begins to lay out blankets and bedrolls on the wooden floor, and the tavern soon resounds with snores. The talk dies down as midnight approaches, and Captain Luc-Pierre and his cloaked companion take their leave.
Dane has been sitting in the corner looking for any others who aren't drinking and reveling, looking stone faced as he takes in his new flock. He was walking up to talk to the Captain when he heard the Captain politely dismiss another sailor. "Perhaps he has business. I'll introduce myself on the ship tomorrow morning." Dane is getting ready to leave when he hears the Caliban's joke. He tries to keep a straight face, but it slowly cracks, and he starts laughing at the idiotic joke.
Edit: (Ah, got ninja'd because I took forever to respond).
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I'll approach Nylia, and explain, "Sorry, lady, I was jus' tryin' to protect ya. You know sailors can get ruff, and if we pretend to be togetha' they might see you undah' my protection."
"I apologize for bein' so forthcoming, but I've got your back, if you's got mine."
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(Sorry, Arcturos. I was just trying to keep things moving.)
(No worries, that was my fault. I should be able to be more responsive from here on out)
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Nylia sighs. "I'll be fine."
She climbs into her bedroll and withdraws for the night, her backpack and weapons nearby.
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(Is there anyone in the tavern besides the players that looks like they're on the edge? Or, someone who would likely be a criminal?)
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There are several men smoking at a table, looming over a smaller figure who shifts uncomfortably in his chair. You cannot hear what they are discussing at this distance, but the small man occasionally casts a fearful glance around the room.
Skulk, not bothered a bit by the flat response to his joke, sits down and stuffs his burly pipe with some tobacco. He lights it and begins sending thick columns of aromatic smoke toward the ceiling. "Not ready for sleep yet," he mutters to himself.
He casts an eye around the room and sees that one of the elves is still awake and that a group of men are engaged in conversation.
I walk over to the small man. Can you describe him more to me? I'll roll perception to analyze everything about his outward appearance, and Insight to guess what kind of person he is.
Perception: 4
Insight: 16
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Very intrigued by the elf's approach to the table of men, Skulk watches and listens closely. (Insight:6)
After being brushed off by the elf and Nylia, Savion returned to his table in the corner. He gave the pseudodragon a scratch on its chin just before it vanished in a wisp of shadow. Since then, Savion has been sitting motionless at the table with his hands folded on the table in front of him and a far-off stare across the common room.
Once I get near this short human, I ask him, "Hey, how are you doing, runt?"
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((For the sake of not having been on all day, I’ll say Alexander also went to sleep around the same time Nylia did))
(and because Dane has nothing useful to add here, he's been asleep too)
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Ox, the man stands at 5'8", and his sharp nose and watery eyes give him the distinct appearance of a rodent. He is clearly intimidated by the three men across the table, and his posture betrays it.
"Nothing to see here, elf." One of the men spits. "In''t that right, Milkey?" He delivers a kick to the watery-eyed man, who squeaks in agreement.
"Nothin' to see?" I ask, "Whaddya mean? Just comin' over to converse, rat."
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