The bartender gives you a forced and uncomfortable smile, before getting your food and drink. It’s not the greatest, but it will get you through any morning. However, as he goes throughout his work, he doesn’t say anything. When he’s finished, he goes into a back room for a minute. When he comes out, he looks almost scared, and says ’If you want information, go to Zenara’s shop. That’s... all I’m supposed to say’ He then hurridly goes to another customer and starts talking quietly with them. (Make a perception check if you want to try and listen in, or keep trying to talk to him)
(Dalekhead - Yeah, I find it kind of hard to keep up with who is who. Go ahead and do that if you want)
Sylvalur subtly cocks and ear and listens intently (perception 13) while eating. (Is there any scope to sneak to back room, much cover or distance from bartender etc?)
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Alax walks near to the bartender, inconspicuously inspecting something on the wall. Perception:15
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
OOC: Not dictating, but I've found that if everyone remembers to write about their character in the third person (using their name instead of "I"), it's pretty easy to know who's the focus of the post. However, I'm willing to proceed in whatever way the DM requests.
Meilanann frowns at the bartender's speech and apparent fright. "What was that all about?" he mutters as the man leaves the table. Shrugging, the wizard puts a spoonful of breakfast in his mouth and chews. The chewing slows as another frown appears. "A king's feast this is not," he complains.
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OOC: A suggestion, if it's really hard to remember who's who - simply preface your posts with your character's name. Of course, I'll also add Ekane to my signature, I just haven't had a chance to yet. (I haven't been using her name yet since I haven't introduced her, but that'll change after this post.)
Nodding her thanks to the half-elf, the half-orc speaks up. "Ekane is what I'm called. Unfortunately, I won't be able to give you much information either - I'm not from here." Turning to her food, Ekane starts eating her breakfast, evidently unfazed by the taste. As Ekane's eating, she's replaying the bartender's statement in her mind (Insight: 18), wondering what he meant by "That's all I'm supposed to say."
“Neither are we. I propose we investigate this “Zenara’s house” with much haste.” Alax suggests
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
The bartender is still frightened, and ends up almost yelling as he speaks. ’They aren’t from around here! What if... what if they find out?’ You all hear. His clearly much calmer peer, you realize, speaks quietly enough you can’t really hear him, just things like ’Calm down’, and ‘Just get...’ The bartender nods in approval, and looks back over at you. He walks into the back again, but this time you think you hear a heavy door being moved. You could easily get back there; it’s a simple, thin door, and it doesn’t really seem like anybody would care if you went back there, save the bartender and his boss. Plus, it’s still dim in the room, though the sun is starting to rise.
To Ekane, you realize that this bartender is very low on the chain, but he’s scared because he probably knows something that he didn’t want to. Or really, something that he doesn’t want you to know. There’s something that this whole bar is hiding. The crops are dying... people are fleeing... Something strange is going on here, and everybody’s afraid of it. That means that whatever it is, it’s not from here, like a weather pattern or a strange creature. Right in this bar.
(I rolled a 2 on the bartender’s stealth check XD Speaking in 3rd person isn’t a bad idea, I like it)
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Seeing the Eladrin pulling out his weapons, Ekane stares at him. "You know you're in an inn, right? Pulling out your weapons in a public place is enough to get the law on you."
“Trust me, I can handle small town lawyers.” They say, slowly putting their weapons away.
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Sylvalur approaches the pair with a smile, "barkeep, a fine meal, thank you. My apologies for my friend here, it has been a long journey."
He places the coin for the meal on the bar and looks at the other customer. "I am sorry but I couldnt help overhearing, there seems to be something you are not telling us. We are here to help and we will go as you instruct, but any information you have will help us."
The barkeeper looks at you suspiciously, before admitting up to it, saying ’Follow me, but stay quiet. What I’m going to show you could get us all in trouble, and a bit more than ‘small town lawyers’ He says, looking at Alax. He goes behind the bar, into the back room. You see what you would expect; a fireplace for cooking the food, some tables with knives and such, and a small home brewery. However, there is also a large, heavy looking door. You realize the room behind it is underneath the stairs. A good hiding spot. ’Have you ever heard of Dragon’s Fog?’ he asks, before he opens the door. (Nature check) He looks at each of you seriously.
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
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Seeing some of the party being led into another room, Meilanann jumps to his feet and follow the group in, wiping food off his chin. Once the large door is opened, the half-elf peers around the others to look inside.
You all are in the room now, and none of you have seemed to heard of it, except for Sylvalur, who knows that it’s some disease, but can’t remember anything else about it. At this, the inn’s owner unlocks a heavy padlock on the door and opens it. From inside comes a horrible stench of rotting flesh mixed with vomit. The room is pitch black, but a torch is lit to reveal what is inside. There you see a dead Kobold, except its skin is filled with gaping holes and huge blisters. ‘One of our traders selling drinks found this corpse just like it is near a nearby village. The guards wouldn’t let her in with it, so she took it here. She couldn’t firgure out what had done this, but she had said that she had a nightmare while traveling. ‘It was vauge and confusing’, she said, but she remembers one profound name: Dragon’s Fog. I was hoping you could help us figure out what it was. Well, now that you know of it, I have a job for you, if you want it. Go and see if you can find more of these, figure out what this is. Something strange -‘ He couldn’t finish his sentence. Suddenly, one of the blisters on the Kobold popped, sending a cloud of gas into the air. It settled onto the ground, like fog, before dissipating. ‘That,’ he said, ’that is new.’
(Esh this is a long one. Sorry.)
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Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
“Well, how do we find out more. I refuse to wander into the woods on some wild goose chase just save some lowlife village.” Alax says, their tone reprimanding.
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
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CON check: 4
The sight of the kobold caused the food newly introduced to Meilanann's stomach to roll unpleasantly. He tried to look away, but his eyes kept lingering on the grotesque visage. Once the blister burst, the mage put the back of his hand to his mouth and finally turned away, sweat beads appearing on his green-tinged forehead. "Oh," he groans. "That's vile."
The bartender gives you a forced and uncomfortable smile, before getting your food and drink. It’s not the greatest, but it will get you through any morning. However, as he goes throughout his work, he doesn’t say anything. When he’s finished, he goes into a back room for a minute. When he comes out, he looks almost scared, and says ’If you want information, go to Zenara’s shop. That’s... all I’m supposed to say’ He then hurridly goes to another customer and starts talking quietly with them. (Make a perception check if you want to try and listen in, or keep trying to talk to him)
(Dalekhead - Yeah, I find it kind of hard to keep up with who is who. Go ahead and do that if you want)
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
Sylvalur subtly cocks and ear and listens intently (perception 13) while eating. (Is there any scope to sneak to back room, much cover or distance from bartender etc?)
Alax walks near to the bartender, inconspicuously inspecting something on the wall. Perception:15
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
OOC: Not dictating, but I've found that if everyone remembers to write about their character in the third person (using their name instead of "I"), it's pretty easy to know who's the focus of the post. However, I'm willing to proceed in whatever way the DM requests.
Meilanann frowns at the bartender's speech and apparent fright. "What was that all about?" he mutters as the man leaves the table. Shrugging, the wizard puts a spoonful of breakfast in his mouth and chews. The chewing slows as another frown appears. "A king's feast this is not," he complains.
OOC: A suggestion, if it's really hard to remember who's who - simply preface your posts with your character's name. Of course, I'll also add Ekane to my signature, I just haven't had a chance to yet. (I haven't been using her name yet since I haven't introduced her, but that'll change after this post.)
Nodding her thanks to the half-elf, the half-orc speaks up. "Ekane is what I'm called. Unfortunately, I won't be able to give you much information either - I'm not from here." Turning to her food, Ekane starts eating her breakfast, evidently unfazed by the taste. As Ekane's eating, she's replaying the bartender's statement in her mind (Insight: 18), wondering what he meant by "That's all I'm supposed to say."
Sylcan Naïlo - Eladrin Blood Hunter - DragonDenn's Dragonlords | Althaea Sylvaranth - Wood Elf Druid - JorvikDave's Storm King's Thunder | Ekane - Half-orc Warlock - Murk Over Gladerown | Aoth Meliamne - Aasimar Sorcerer - WoobyDoobyDoo's Vraleon
I also DM RemCultist's Frozen Sick
“Neither are we. I propose we investigate this “Zenara’s house” with much haste.” Alax suggests
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
The bartender is still frightened, and ends up almost yelling as he speaks. ’They aren’t from around here! What if... what if they find out?’ You all hear. His clearly much calmer peer, you realize, speaks quietly enough you can’t really hear him, just things like ’Calm down’, and ‘Just get...’ The bartender nods in approval, and looks back over at you. He walks into the back again, but this time you think you hear a heavy door being moved. You could easily get back there; it’s a simple, thin door, and it doesn’t really seem like anybody would care if you went back there, save the bartender and his boss. Plus, it’s still dim in the room, though the sun is starting to rise.
To Ekane, you realize that this bartender is very low on the chain, but he’s scared because he probably knows something that he didn’t want to. Or really, something that he doesn’t want you to know. There’s something that this whole bar is hiding. The crops are dying... people are fleeing... Something strange is going on here, and everybody’s afraid of it. That means that whatever it is, it’s not from here, like a weather pattern or a strange creature. Right in this bar.
(I rolled a 2 on the bartender’s stealth check XD Speaking in 3rd person isn’t a bad idea, I like it)
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
Alax draws their dual bladed sword and pulls out his shield. “There is something afoot, and I refuse to be triumphed by it!”
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
(I’m going to wait for more people to reply before I go on)
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
Ekane: (ooc: this is what I was speaking about)
Seeing the Eladrin pulling out his weapons, Ekane stares at him. "You know you're in an inn, right? Pulling out your weapons in a public place is enough to get the law on you."
Sylcan Naïlo - Eladrin Blood Hunter - DragonDenn's Dragonlords | Althaea Sylvaranth - Wood Elf Druid - JorvikDave's Storm King's Thunder | Ekane - Half-orc Warlock - Murk Over Gladerown | Aoth Meliamne - Aasimar Sorcerer - WoobyDoobyDoo's Vraleon
I also DM RemCultist's Frozen Sick
“Trust me, I can handle small town lawyers.” They say, slowly putting their weapons away.
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Sylvalur approaches the pair with a smile, "barkeep, a fine meal, thank you. My apologies for my friend here, it has been a long journey."
He places the coin for the meal on the bar and looks at the other customer. "I am sorry but I couldnt help overhearing, there seems to be something you are not telling us. We are here to help and we will go as you instruct, but any information you have will help us."
Persuasion: 21
The barkeeper looks at you suspiciously, before admitting up to it, saying ’Follow me, but stay quiet. What I’m going to show you could get us all in trouble, and a bit more than ‘small town lawyers’ He says, looking at Alax. He goes behind the bar, into the back room. You see what you would expect; a fireplace for cooking the food, some tables with knives and such, and a small home brewery. However, there is also a large, heavy looking door. You realize the room behind it is underneath the stairs. A good hiding spot. ’Have you ever heard of Dragon’s Fog?’ he asks, before he opens the door. (Nature check) He looks at each of you seriously.
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
OOC: Did the bartender call in each of us, or just Sylvalur and Alax?
Sylcan Naïlo - Eladrin Blood Hunter - DragonDenn's Dragonlords | Althaea Sylvaranth - Wood Elf Druid - JorvikDave's Storm King's Thunder | Ekane - Half-orc Warlock - Murk Over Gladerown | Aoth Meliamne - Aasimar Sorcerer - WoobyDoobyDoo's Vraleon
I also DM RemCultist's Frozen Sick
(I’ve got minus 1 to nature, this should be fun)
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“no, never heard of it”
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Nature: 13
Seeing some of the party being led into another room, Meilanann jumps to his feet and follow the group in, wiping food off his chin. Once the large door is opened, the half-elf peers around the others to look inside.
Nature: 11
You all are in the room now, and none of you have seemed to heard of it, except for Sylvalur, who knows that it’s some disease, but can’t remember anything else about it. At this, the inn’s owner unlocks a heavy padlock on the door and opens it. From inside comes a horrible stench of rotting flesh mixed with vomit. The room is pitch black, but a torch is lit to reveal what is inside. There you see a dead Kobold, except its skin is filled with gaping holes and huge blisters. ‘One of our traders selling drinks found this corpse just like it is near a nearby village. The guards wouldn’t let her in with it, so she took it here. She couldn’t firgure out what had done this, but she had said that she had a nightmare while traveling. ‘It was vauge and confusing’, she said, but she remembers one profound name: Dragon’s Fog. I was hoping you could help us figure out what it was. Well, now that you know of it, I have a job for you, if you want it. Go and see if you can find more of these, figure out what this is. Something strange -‘ He couldn’t finish his sentence. Suddenly, one of the blisters on the Kobold popped, sending a cloud of gas into the air. It settled onto the ground, like fog, before dissipating. ‘That,’ he said, ’that is new.’
(Esh this is a long one. Sorry.)
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
“Well, how do we find out more. I refuse to wander into the woods on some wild goose chase just save some lowlife village.” Alax says, their tone reprimanding.
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
CON check: 4
The sight of the kobold caused the food newly introduced to Meilanann's stomach to roll unpleasantly. He tried to look away, but his eyes kept lingering on the grotesque visage. Once the blister burst, the mage put the back of his hand to his mouth and finally turned away, sweat beads appearing on his green-tinged forehead. "Oh," he groans. "That's vile."