Nevitash nods knowingly, trying to disguise the fact that he no idea what the gnome fellow is on about. So, silver is less precious than gold here? Gods, what a mess I've made of this escape already. This place was more confusing than his mother had made it seem. Sighing with frustration he will place a gold piece firmly on the desk. "Then I will take the room for as long as this coin allows me to stay. Do you also offer victuals in this place? I have been traveling all day, and I must confess, I feel quite hungry. If not here, can you recommend somewhere that serves good vegetables?" He will examine the books on the shelves as he speaks, still excited about the prospect of sleeping in a bed, but increasingly tempered by his knowledge that he seems to be out of his depth within the first fifteen minutes of arriving in Cleric's Cross.
Makariy mock-scowled at the barkeeper as the man chortled, but his face relaxed, grinning to show there was no hard feeling. "As they say, I live on hope. I don't suppose you'll put it on my tab?"He asks wistfully, as contrary to his words, he nevertheless pulls out enough coin to cover the drink.
His eyes flickers to the newcomer when he speaks up, and his lips press together in slight distaste as he pulled the tankard towards him. "A man is allowed his vices, and I'm parched." He defends himself, voice clipped. As he raises his drink to his lips and takes a sip, however, his posture visibly begins to relax, dropping into a chair with a sigh. "Arkady's going to kill me if he knows I'm in here." He mutters. "You know what's really odd? He didn't even warn me subtly that I'd better not get drunk."
"Please do." Hara replies. "I know she is still recovering from her recent illness. The apothecary down the street sells some excellent painkilling drugs, if one inspects the product first. It is not uncommon for them to give you a bag of useless weeds instead of what you thought you were buying."
Condensed, "Let's see the package first."
Valar, the minutes drag on, and still Lord Pallweather does not reappear.
"Well do I recall the days when you scoffed at the idea of using what you called "coward's weapons" in combat. How far you've come." I'yar's mentor replies with a half-smile. "Tell me, what brings you to Cleric's Cross?"
Nevitash, the gnome deposits the coin in a lockbox beneath the desk. "The Grinning Ghoul is where everyone goes for their meals." He replies. "But I'm afraid you won't find much in the way of vegetables. This gold piece covers five nights. If you leave early I'm afraid I can only refund half of it."
Jak stares at Hara for a second before finally saying, "I've actually heard of them. Someone gave me a list of drugs which may help her. Do you have any experience with such?"
No Cant, simply cover for showing the package, a scroll.
Jak pulls out a leather tube containing a scroll, and passes it to Hara. "The person who gave me this did plenty of research, but I want to check their work."
This is it. I do my job well.
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Salazar - Human Warlock of the Fiend (1) - The Lucarcian Incident
Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
Opening the door for his teacher, I’yar told her, “Well, that is what our conversation will be about.”
He spotted an empty table and rushed to wards it, pulling two chairs out and motioning for 2 ales. Once they were comfortably situated, he began their lengthy talk, “I think you remember the incident that caused me to leave. Well, I still can’t find it. In fact I am so far from it that I need your help again. Is there anything in your research that could help me find it?”, his tone was still friendly but much more serious than before.
Nevitash waves away the gnome's comments with the look of a man unconcerned with the money he just spent. "'Tis a fine thing, friend. I intend to explore this place thoroughly for a few days, at the bare minimum." Feeling his stomach churn with hunger, he will collect the key from the gnome and head to the Grinning Ghoul.
The dreamborn finds a seat at the bar, near a half-elf fellow and a rough looking human. Disgusted by the fare on offer, he orders whatever has the least meat in the dish and after deliberating a few minutes, he will ask the bartender. "I don't suppose you have any dandelion wine, here, good sir? Or a fruit wine? Something with a bit of a berry taste to it? I don't usually imbibe, but it is a very special day, indeed!"
Valar decides he won't wait any longer. He kicks the door with a practiced kick. (Strength Athletics: 18 ) And sword in hand, scans the room for his target.
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Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Hara licks her thin lips and stuffs the scroll case in her belt. "I'll look this over and return it to you tomorrow. I've been meaning to give Rose a visit regardless." Before she has finished speaking you find a pouch of coins in your hand. You can tell by the weight of the pouch that it is not even half of what the guild promised you.
I'yar, your mentor takes a draught of ale before answering. "I took the liberty of doing some research of my own. I tracked down the location of the the previous owner of the land the lake is on." She hands you a scrap of parchment with an address on it. "Ludvig Schmitt. He currently resides in a town a dozen miles north of here, called Buttershire."
Nevitash, the bartender digs around in the cellar and returns with a small cask of fruit wine, which he cracks open.
Valar, the interior of the shop is cluttered and musty. The only source of light is a couple of candles on the desk of the proprietor, an overweight man in a doublet thrown over a nightgown. The flickering light of the candles casts the rest of the shop in shadow. You and the shop owner are alone. A door behind the desk leads to the shopkeeper's personal quarters.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" Shouts the proprietor, turning purple in the face.
"Where is Lord Pallweather! If you value your pitiful life, you better answer me!" Valar growls. He brings the gun to bear on the shopkeeper. (Intimidation: 19 )
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Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
“You think he’ll know something? Probably, yeah, there must have been a reason for him selling the place. I appreciate it. Anything you need a hand with?”, I’yar’s mug is left untouched for the time being, as he leams forward to listen, but somewhat absent minded oh as it is clear that the gears are already spinning to formulate the next step.
"Oh, while I'm thinking about it, make sure to tell Uncle Don that I said goodbye, and I wish him well." Jak weighs the pouch and is immediately frustrated. Can't believe this. It was a job well done, and no mistakes. This is why I'm leaving.
"Remember, this is my last job. Good luck."
Jak goes up to the barkeep. "I need something strong."
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Salazar - Human Warlock of the Fiend (1) - The Lucarcian Incident
Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
Nevitash tastes the fruit wine cautiously and does his best not to make a face. It didn't compare at all to the Goodberry wine the Circle of Forgotten Dreams had been making his entire life. He thinks back to his mother, who used to allow him to steal a few sips here and there when the Circle would gather for banquets. He missed her, but he could and would not return to the grove.
The appearance of a blond figure with tanned skin next to him ordering a drink disrupts his thoughts. He looks over at him, and seeing Jak's expression, raises his hand to the bartender. "It's on me, my good man." Looking over at Jak, he raises a quizzical eyebrow. "Your face tells a story that you've just had a trying day, my friend. It's the least I can do, since fortune smiles upon me today."
Valar, the man collapses on the floor, sweating profusely. "I don't know any Lord Pallweather! I swear to the gods. I don't know the names of any of them."
I'yar, your mentor shakes her head. "I am well. The country air has done me some good."
Jak, Hara watches you leave with an infuriating half-smile. The bartender slams a mug of strong ale on the counter.
(The wine is 4 cp per glass, the ale 2 cp per mug. Stew is on the house for those who purchase drinks.)
"Where is the man who just entered this building!" Valar swiftly moves around the room, looking for trap doors, or fake bookcases. Investigation: 4 Perception: 3
Nevitash nods knowingly, trying to disguise the fact that he no idea what the gnome fellow is on about. So, silver is less precious than gold here? Gods, what a mess I've made of this escape already. This place was more confusing than his mother had made it seem. Sighing with frustration he will place a gold piece firmly on the desk. "Then I will take the room for as long as this coin allows me to stay. Do you also offer victuals in this place? I have been traveling all day, and I must confess, I feel quite hungry. If not here, can you recommend somewhere that serves good vegetables?" He will examine the books on the shelves as he speaks, still excited about the prospect of sleeping in a bed, but increasingly tempered by his knowledge that he seems to be out of his depth within the first fifteen minutes of arriving in Cleric's Cross.
Makariy mock-scowled at the barkeeper as the man chortled, but his face relaxed, grinning to show there was no hard feeling. "As they say, I live on hope. I don't suppose you'll put it on my tab?" He asks wistfully, as contrary to his words, he nevertheless pulls out enough coin to cover the drink.
His eyes flickers to the newcomer when he speaks up, and his lips press together in slight distaste as he pulled the tankard towards him. "A man is allowed his vices, and I'm parched." He defends himself, voice clipped. As he raises his drink to his lips and takes a sip, however, his posture visibly begins to relax, dropping into a chair with a sigh. "Arkady's going to kill me if he knows I'm in here." He mutters. "You know what's really odd? He didn't even warn me subtly that I'd better not get drunk."
"Please do." Hara replies. "I know she is still recovering from her recent illness. The apothecary down the street sells some excellent painkilling drugs, if one inspects the product first. It is not uncommon for them to give you a bag of useless weeds instead of what you thought you were buying."
Condensed, "Let's see the package first."
Valar, the minutes drag on, and still Lord Pallweather does not reappear.
"Well do I recall the days when you scoffed at the idea of using what you called "coward's weapons" in combat. How far you've come." I'yar's mentor replies with a half-smile. "Tell me, what brings you to Cleric's Cross?"
Nevitash, the gnome deposits the coin in a lockbox beneath the desk. "The Grinning Ghoul is where everyone goes for their meals." He replies. "But I'm afraid you won't find much in the way of vegetables. This gold piece covers five nights. If you leave early I'm afraid I can only refund half of it."
Jak stares at Hara for a second before finally saying, "I've actually heard of them. Someone gave me a list of drugs which may help her. Do you have any experience with such?"
No Cant, simply cover for showing the package, a scroll.
Jak pulls out a leather tube containing a scroll, and passes it to Hara. "The person who gave me this did plenty of research, but I want to check their work."
This is it. I do my job well.
Salazar - Human Warlock of the Fiend (1) - The Lucarcian Incident
Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
DM for A Waterdhavian Heist
Opening the door for his teacher, I’yar told her, “Well, that is what our conversation will be about.”
He spotted an empty table and rushed to wards it, pulling two chairs out and motioning for 2 ales. Once they were comfortably situated, he began their lengthy talk, “I think you remember the incident that caused me to leave. Well, I still can’t find it. In fact I am so far from it that I need your help again. Is there anything in your research that could help me find it?”, his tone was still friendly but much more serious than before.
Nevitash waves away the gnome's comments with the look of a man unconcerned with the money he just spent. "'Tis a fine thing, friend. I intend to explore this place thoroughly for a few days, at the bare minimum." Feeling his stomach churn with hunger, he will collect the key from the gnome and head to the Grinning Ghoul.
The dreamborn finds a seat at the bar, near a half-elf fellow and a rough looking human. Disgusted by the fare on offer, he orders whatever has the least meat in the dish and after deliberating a few minutes, he will ask the bartender. "I don't suppose you have any dandelion wine, here, good sir? Or a fruit wine? Something with a bit of a berry taste to it? I don't usually imbibe, but it is a very special day, indeed!"
Valar decides he won't wait any longer. He kicks the door with a practiced kick. (Strength Athletics: 18 ) And sword in hand, scans the room for his target.
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature
Hara licks her thin lips and stuffs the scroll case in her belt. "I'll look this over and return it to you tomorrow. I've been meaning to give Rose a visit regardless." Before she has finished speaking you find a pouch of coins in your hand. You can tell by the weight of the pouch that it is not even half of what the guild promised you.
I'yar, your mentor takes a draught of ale before answering. "I took the liberty of doing some research of my own. I tracked down the location of the the previous owner of the land the lake is on." She hands you a scrap of parchment with an address on it. "Ludvig Schmitt. He currently resides in a town a dozen miles north of here, called Buttershire."
Nevitash, the bartender digs around in the cellar and returns with a small cask of fruit wine, which he cracks open.
Valar, the interior of the shop is cluttered and musty. The only source of light is a couple of candles on the desk of the proprietor, an overweight man in a doublet thrown over a nightgown. The flickering light of the candles casts the rest of the shop in shadow. You and the shop owner are alone. A door behind the desk leads to the shopkeeper's personal quarters.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" Shouts the proprietor, turning purple in the face.
"Silence," Commands Valar. He dashes through the shop, and bursts through the second door, gun leading the way.
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature
There is nothing behind this door besides a wooden bed, a fireplace, and a table with two chairs. A gas lantern hangs from the ceiling.
"I swear I'll call the godsdamned guards!" The shopkeeper yells as you push past him.
"Where is Lord Pallweather! If you value your pitiful life, you better answer me!" Valar growls. He brings the gun to bear on the shopkeeper. (Intimidation: 19 )
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature
“You think he’ll know something? Probably, yeah, there must have been a reason for him selling the place. I appreciate it. Anything you need a hand with?”, I’yar’s mug is left untouched for the time being, as he leams forward to listen, but somewhat absent minded oh as it is clear that the gears are already spinning to formulate the next step.
"Oh, while I'm thinking about it, make sure to tell Uncle Don that I said goodbye, and I wish him well." Jak weighs the pouch and is immediately frustrated. Can't believe this. It was a job well done, and no mistakes. This is why I'm leaving.
"Remember, this is my last job. Good luck."
Jak goes up to the barkeep. "I need something strong."
Salazar - Human Warlock of the Fiend (1) - The Lucarcian Incident
Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
DM for A Waterdhavian Heist
"No judgement friend, we all have our vices. I simply meant to lend a hand, should you need it. My name is Oltheris, but my friends call me Ollie."
Oltheris takes a bite from his stew, sets down his spoon, and extends his hand in greeting towards his neighbor.
Nevitash tastes the fruit wine cautiously and does his best not to make a face. It didn't compare at all to the Goodberry wine the Circle of Forgotten Dreams had been making his entire life. He thinks back to his mother, who used to allow him to steal a few sips here and there when the Circle would gather for banquets. He missed her, but he could and would not return to the grove.
The appearance of a blond figure with tanned skin next to him ordering a drink disrupts his thoughts. He looks over at him, and seeing Jak's expression, raises his hand to the bartender. "It's on me, my good man." Looking over at Jak, he raises a quizzical eyebrow. "Your face tells a story that you've just had a trying day, my friend. It's the least I can do, since fortune smiles upon me today."
Valar, the man collapses on the floor, sweating profusely. "I don't know any Lord Pallweather! I swear to the gods. I don't know the names of any of them."
I'yar, your mentor shakes her head. "I am well. The country air has done me some good."
Jak, Hara watches you leave with an infuriating half-smile. The bartender slams a mug of strong ale on the counter.
(The wine is 4 cp per glass, the ale 2 cp per mug. Stew is on the house for those who purchase drinks.)
"Where is the man who just entered this building!" Valar swiftly moves around the room, looking for trap doors, or fake bookcases. Investigation: 4 Perception: 3
(He must be blind lol)
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature
Valar, the second you take your eyes off the man he makes a mad rush for the door.
Valar is going to try to intercept him., jumping for his legs in an attempt to knock him down. (Athletics: 22 )
(Edit: That would probably be Acrobatics instead: 8 )
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature