Kerina, who seems to have an attention span roughly equal to that of a highly caffeinated goblin, looks now to the monk and notes: "Hi, cool braid. I have one too, see?" She displays her dark black hair in an intricate braid, running down to the middle of her back.
Kerina, when you entered you received the same judging looks from the Dwarves in the trading post area that Galtheon, the other elf, did. Ilcerys, you notably did not. You assume the dwarves took you be one of the Khoravar, the race distinct from its distant human and elvish ancestry, many generations removed from either. Evidently the half-elven race receives a pass from their prejudices. (OOC: No Insight checks were necessary for reading the reactions up to now - as Ilcerys noted, these dwarves have made their feelings extremely clear.)
The pregnant bartender dwarf happens to be make a return trip, passing through the curtain once again into the Saloon area, going behind the bar with a brief utterance of, "Forgot something."
Galtheon, with your Passive Insight, you can tell that this is no happenstance. You believe the woman was eavesdropping on the conversation among the curious strangers. (OOC: Anyone else who routinely reads the behaviors of others can also roll Insight if they wish to. For an actively rolled Insight check a 10 or Higher will give you this same information.)
"Overheard you asking for hot water, Khoravar. I'd be happy to prep some before I pop back out of here. Don't expect full service, though. Okkar paid for the room, and he paid for privacy." No Insight checks are needed to realize that the "privacy" of a half of a crumbling shack blocked off only by only a curtain of cloth which looks like the side of an old tent is highly suspect. The woman then brews some hot water and leaves it out for you, along with a large mug that she pulls from beneath the bar. "We've got coffin grease, but no tea, less you brought your own."
Those of you who have spent more time in urban areas know "coffin grease" to be slang for coffee, a relatively recent export from Breland, all the rage in Sharn, the City of Towers.
For the first time, Kerina, formerly just talking, takes a sip of her whiskey and immediately spits it out again. "Your right Gal!" She exclaims. "This is cheap dwarven garbage!" "I'm sure literal coffin grease would taste better than this, lady, so I'll take some of that" She pays no attention to the obvious prejudice against her, as it is not the first time.
The bartender seems to take great amusement, seeing the elf woman's reaction to the whisky, and laughs, and then clutches her stomach and grunts again. "Don't be puttin' on airs just cuz you can't hold your whiskey, girlie," the bartender says. "I'll get a pot of coffee going, but then I'll head out. This isn't full service, not with what Okkar paid for, and what he asked for. We don't cook, either. You want rations, they sell 'em at the trading post, next door" she says, referring to the other half of the structure on the other side of the cloth barrier. "They also sell climbing gear and other travel supplies and mining gear. No weapons, though looks like most of you brought your own. Unless you wanna make do with a pick."
The water on the small stove comes to a boil, and the bartender pours half of the now boiling water into a decently new looking device, she removes from beneath the bar, unlike the rest of the torn down furnishings, it is likely a recent purchase. Likely crafted by artificers or a skilled magewright. It has an overly complex looking series of glass tubes carrying water down and through a central section where she inserts the ground up coffee beans. The device whirs and shakes lightly, making a bubbling sound as it circulates the liquid up and down through the tubes in a figure eight pattern, until it is thoroughly saturated from the black beans, and then drains into the pot below.
OOC: The distraction of the coffee making causes the bartender to slip up - anyone with a passive investigation of 10 or higher, ie, anyone with an intelligence of 10 or higher, or lower than 10 and trained Investigation, notices that while she said she "forgot something" she leaves without taking anything. You can all likely infer she was eavesdropping.
"A lovely braid, miss. And thank you for the water."
Ilecerys fishes in his pack, pulls out some loose leaves and stirs them into the hot water. ((OOC: Can we assume I keep tea with my rations? I'm glad to spend some initial money if you want.)) He eyes the area beyond the curtain as the bartender passes through.
((Perception looking for anything suspicious for the back of a saloon: 6))
"A lovely braid, miss. And thank you for the water."
Ilecerys fishes in his pack, pulls out some loose leaves and stirs them into the hot water. ((OOC: Can we assume I keep tea with my rations? I'm glad to spend some initial money if you want.)) He eyes the area beyond the curtain as the bartender passes through.
((Perception looking for anything suspicious for the back of a saloon: 8))
OOC: No, it's mostly for character flavor, things like tea, having a pipe, etc, no need to concern over gold cost for such items.
Actively looking at the saloon shows Ilecerys, and anyone else who takes the time to do so, the run down room as described before. Those with a massive perception of 13 or higher noticed that despite the dwarf woman's statement that "we don't cook," there did appear to be some foodstuffs visible in one of the cabinets she opened by the bar, which combined with the presence of the stove, tells you they do, and she just doesn't want to cook for your group. Passive perception 13 also showed a small selection of other alcoholic beverages visible when she opened the cabinet to withdraw the "Coffin Grease Maker," including a sealed bottle of expensive high end dwarven whiskey, and a few beers and ales.
Anyone who can read the dwarvish language and has examined the tables, with a passive perception of 12 or higher, notices one eye-catching bit that looks more recently carved into a table with knifepoint. In crude dwarven script, and improper script usage, as if by someone barely literate in the language, (OOC: represented here as all caps) it reads, "I KILLED HIM. HIS BONES ARE IN THE MOUNTAINS. THIS IS MY CONFESSION."
OOC: The final player may be making a last minute change in build to fit party balance, once they have had a chance to complete their decisions and post in this thread, I will move the campaign forward.
Kerina stares, humbled and mystified, at the strange device. She has made coffee before, but never in something so pretty.
Kerina, it does seem to be a recent model. Evidently these dwarves like coffee, as this was imported from Breland, and bears the mark of "Ekhard and Sons." If your character has had experience in urban areas, or anyone else has, they recognize the mark of a recently formed prestigious private company, not associated with the Dragonmarked houses or any other mercantile interests, that makes a peculiar combination of products: High end coffee makers and prophylactics - small magically created "patches" that when worn may prevent poison, disease, or pregnancy, depending on the design. OOC: Anyone with knowledge History trained can also be assumed to know recent urban lore of this nature, no check needed.
Galtheon watches the young human for a while, then loses interest and takes another sip of his whiskey.
Finally he frowns at the continued search, and asks, "Lost something?"
(( ooc: any chance Galtheon recognizes Cant? Obviously he can't understand it. In either case, his response would be unchanged; Edit: not sure which, if any, roll is appropriate here..."no" is a fine answer: Galtheon doesn't spend much time around people...but he is old ))
OOC: It's unlikely Galtheon can understand Cant, as you noted. Whether he recognizes it as Cant is not based on any skills or statistics, but really just whether he has had personal experience working with Rogues and criminal organizations during his travels to date, which is up to you. He certainly might guess that it is being used.
Sunlight beams through the dirty windows of the structure, illuminating dust motes and casting shafts light over the surfaces of the tables, making the place look even uglier as more detail is visible in those areas caught by the light. The shafts of light briefly go dark as someone passes by outside. There is some low conversation in the dwarven language from the adjacent chamber. Anyone who can speak the language and has a DC 15 passive perception can make it out, or absent that anyone who is fluent in the dwarven language can roll a DC 10 perception check. OOC: Let me know if anyone would be listening to the conversation between the staff and the new arrival. You can also continue with your introductions and interactions among each other.
Kerina, you hear gruff words exchanged, voices unaccustomed to speaking quietly attempting to do so. Beyond that there is nothing discernible without familiarity with the language. In the common tongue you hear something close to “tiefling,” so you may assume they are discussing your group.
OOC: Anyone trained in Dwarven is aware that Tiefling is a borrowed word from the Common tongue, phonetically rendered differently in dwarven. They pronounce it closer to “Tef-Lind-Ger” but it is recognizable.
Taravan hasn't said much to the group. She has been too distracted looking at the coffee maker and trying to figure out how it works. Taraven is only partially listening. OOC: Would anything catch my attention in the Dwarven conversation? I do not know dwarvish
You notice an elf with blue eyes and dark hair in odd contrast to her pale skin enter, skipping along, as if she is very excited about this new adventure. She claims a glass of whiskey then looks to the teifling. "Hi! I'm Kerina. You are blue!" Underneath this bubbly exterior, you can't help but notice she is scanning the room, noting all the possible exits.
"Yes. I am blue." Taraven says with a slight hint of sarcasm. "Nice to meet you Kerina. I'm Taraven"
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Kerina, who seems to have an attention span roughly equal to that of a highly caffeinated goblin, looks now to the monk and notes: "Hi, cool braid. I have one too, see?" She displays her dark black hair in an intricate braid, running down to the middle of her back.
May all of your spells roll the best things for the situation on the wild magic table and all your checks to seduce dragons roll nat 20's
My first char (and namesake) Lili Scheppen!
Proud member of the cult of grammar! (grand inquisitor)
Kerina, when you entered you received the same judging looks from the Dwarves in the trading post area that Galtheon, the other elf, did. Ilcerys, you notably did not. You assume the dwarves took you be one of the Khoravar, the race distinct from its distant human and elvish ancestry, many generations removed from either. Evidently the half-elven race receives a pass from their prejudices. (OOC: No Insight checks were necessary for reading the reactions up to now - as Ilcerys noted, these dwarves have made their feelings extremely clear.)
The pregnant bartender dwarf happens to be make a return trip, passing through the curtain once again into the Saloon area, going behind the bar with a brief utterance of, "Forgot something."
Galtheon, with your Passive Insight, you can tell that this is no happenstance. You believe the woman was eavesdropping on the conversation among the curious strangers. (OOC: Anyone else who routinely reads the behaviors of others can also roll Insight if they wish to. For an actively rolled Insight check a 10 or Higher will give you this same information.)
"Overheard you asking for hot water, Khoravar. I'd be happy to prep some before I pop back out of here. Don't expect full service, though. Okkar paid for the room, and he paid for privacy." No Insight checks are needed to realize that the "privacy" of a half of a crumbling shack blocked off only by only a curtain of cloth which looks like the side of an old tent is highly suspect. The woman then brews some hot water and leaves it out for you, along with a large mug that she pulls from beneath the bar. "We've got coffin grease, but no tea, less you brought your own."
Those of you who have spent more time in urban areas know "coffin grease" to be slang for coffee, a relatively recent export from Breland, all the rage in Sharn, the City of Towers.
For the first time, Kerina, formerly just talking, takes a sip of her whiskey and immediately spits it out again. "Your right Gal!" She exclaims. "This is cheap dwarven garbage!" "I'm sure literal coffin grease would taste better than this, lady, so I'll take some of that" She pays no attention to the obvious prejudice against her, as it is not the first time.
May all of your spells roll the best things for the situation on the wild magic table and all your checks to seduce dragons roll nat 20's
My first char (and namesake) Lili Scheppen!
Proud member of the cult of grammar! (grand inquisitor)
The bartender seems to take great amusement, seeing the elf woman's reaction to the whisky, and laughs, and then clutches her stomach and grunts again. "Don't be puttin' on airs just cuz you can't hold your whiskey, girlie," the bartender says. "I'll get a pot of coffee going, but then I'll head out. This isn't full service, not with what Okkar paid for, and what he asked for. We don't cook, either. You want rations, they sell 'em at the trading post, next door" she says, referring to the other half of the structure on the other side of the cloth barrier. "They also sell climbing gear and other travel supplies and mining gear. No weapons, though looks like most of you brought your own. Unless you wanna make do with a pick."
The water on the small stove comes to a boil, and the bartender pours half of the now boiling water into a decently new looking device, she removes from beneath the bar, unlike the rest of the torn down furnishings, it is likely a recent purchase. Likely crafted by artificers or a skilled magewright. It has an overly complex looking series of glass tubes carrying water down and through a central section where she inserts the ground up coffee beans. The device whirs and shakes lightly, making a bubbling sound as it circulates the liquid up and down through the tubes in a figure eight pattern, until it is thoroughly saturated from the black beans, and then drains into the pot below.
OOC: The distraction of the coffee making causes the bartender to slip up - anyone with a passive investigation of 10 or higher, ie, anyone with an intelligence of 10 or higher, or lower than 10 and trained Investigation, notices that while she said she "forgot something" she leaves without taking anything. You can all likely infer she was eavesdropping.
"A lovely braid, miss. And thank you for the water."
Ilecerys fishes in his pack, pulls out some loose leaves and stirs them into the hot water. ((OOC: Can we assume I keep tea with my rations? I'm glad to spend some initial money if you want.)) He eyes the area beyond the curtain as the bartender passes through.
((Perception looking for anything suspicious for the back of a saloon: 6))
Kerina stares, humbled and mystified, at the strange device. She has made coffee before, but never in something so pretty.
May all of your spells roll the best things for the situation on the wild magic table and all your checks to seduce dragons roll nat 20's
My first char (and namesake) Lili Scheppen!
Proud member of the cult of grammar! (grand inquisitor)
Recovering from her amazement and trying to save face, Kerina turns to the monk. "What is your name? I am Kerina"
May all of your spells roll the best things for the situation on the wild magic table and all your checks to seduce dragons roll nat 20's
My first char (and namesake) Lili Scheppen!
Proud member of the cult of grammar! (grand inquisitor)
OOC: No, it's mostly for character flavor, things like tea, having a pipe, etc, no need to concern over gold cost for such items.
Actively looking at the saloon shows Ilecerys, and anyone else who takes the time to do so, the run down room as described before. Those with a massive perception of 13 or higher noticed that despite the dwarf woman's statement that "we don't cook," there did appear to be some foodstuffs visible in one of the cabinets she opened by the bar, which combined with the presence of the stove, tells you they do, and she just doesn't want to cook for your group. Passive perception 13 also showed a small selection of other alcoholic beverages visible when she opened the cabinet to withdraw the "Coffin Grease Maker," including a sealed bottle of expensive high end dwarven whiskey, and a few beers and ales.
Anyone who can read the dwarvish language and has examined the tables, with a passive perception of 12 or higher, notices one eye-catching bit that looks more recently carved into a table with knifepoint. In crude dwarven script, and improper script usage, as if by someone barely literate in the language, (OOC: represented here as all caps) it reads, "I KILLED HIM. HIS BONES ARE IN THE MOUNTAINS. THIS IS MY CONFESSION."
OOC: The final player may be making a last minute change in build to fit party balance, once they have had a chance to complete their decisions and post in this thread, I will move the campaign forward.
Kerina, it does seem to be a recent model. Evidently these dwarves like coffee, as this was imported from Breland, and bears the mark of "Ekhard and Sons." If your character has had experience in urban areas, or anyone else has, they recognize the mark of a recently formed prestigious private company, not associated with the Dragonmarked houses or any other mercantile interests, that makes a peculiar combination of products: High end coffee makers and prophylactics - small magically created "patches" that when worn may prevent poison, disease, or pregnancy, depending on the design. OOC: Anyone with knowledge History trained can also be assumed to know recent urban lore of this nature, no check needed.
In elvish, mainly to 'Gal' , but loudly enough that anyone else who speaks the language can hear: "why do you think she's eavesdropping?
May all of your spells roll the best things for the situation on the wild magic table and all your checks to seduce dragons roll nat 20's
My first char (and namesake) Lili Scheppen!
Proud member of the cult of grammar! (grand inquisitor)
OOC: for some reason, it won't let me remove "the". It should not be there
May all of your spells roll the best things for the situation on the wild magic table and all your checks to seduce dragons roll nat 20's
My first char (and namesake) Lili Scheppen!
Proud member of the cult of grammar! (grand inquisitor)
OOC: It's unlikely Galtheon can understand Cant, as you noted. Whether he recognizes it as Cant is not based on any skills or statistics, but really just whether he has had personal experience working with Rogues and criminal organizations during his travels to date, which is up to you. He certainly might guess that it is being used.
Sunlight beams through the dirty windows of the structure, illuminating dust motes and casting shafts light over the surfaces of the tables, making the place look even uglier as more detail is visible in those areas caught by the light. The shafts of light briefly go dark as someone passes by outside. There is some low conversation in the dwarven language from the adjacent chamber. Anyone who can speak the language and has a DC 15 passive perception can make it out, or absent that anyone who is fluent in the dwarven language can roll a DC 10 perception check. OOC: Let me know if anyone would be listening to the conversation between the staff and the new arrival. You can also continue with your introductions and interactions among each other.
Kerina is listening, but doesn't speak dwarvish
May all of your spells roll the best things for the situation on the wild magic table and all your checks to seduce dragons roll nat 20's
My first char (and namesake) Lili Scheppen!
Proud member of the cult of grammar! (grand inquisitor)
"Ilecerys. Good to meet you. Kerina, right?"
Kerina, you hear gruff words exchanged, voices unaccustomed to speaking quietly attempting to do so. Beyond that there is nothing discernible without familiarity with the language. In the common tongue you hear something close to “tiefling,” so you may assume they are discussing your group.
OOC: Anyone trained in Dwarven is aware that Tiefling is a borrowed word from the Common tongue, phonetically rendered differently in dwarven. They pronounce it closer to “Tef-Lind-Ger” but it is recognizable.
In elvish: "Yeah. Why do you think she's eavesdropping?
May all of your spells roll the best things for the situation on the wild magic table and all your checks to seduce dragons roll nat 20's
My first char (and namesake) Lili Scheppen!
Proud member of the cult of grammar! (grand inquisitor)
Taravan hasn't said much to the group. She has been too distracted looking at the coffee maker and trying to figure out how it works. Taraven is only partially listening. OOC: Would anything catch my attention in the Dwarven conversation? I do not know dwarvish
"Yes. I am blue." Taraven says with a slight hint of sarcasm. "Nice to meet you Kerina. I'm Taraven"