Nephis closes his eyes as he feels the ache start to subside. "It's wonderful. Thank you, Soale." He smiles warmly. "How much do I owe you for it?"
As the two speak in elvish, Nephis turns his head, but then quickly turns it back - it's clear he can speak the tongue but doesn't want to intrude on the conversation.
"it's on the house for first-timers, sweetheart. But, you try to come back here in a few months, partying till your bones ache, then it'll cost ya." She smiles at Nephis.
After a few minutes of searching, Lola finally comes across Silver, still slumped onto the post, swaying in and out of consciousness, until, "HEEYYY!!!" Lola beams. "I know you had a whole lot a' fun! Come on, we gotta meet up with your friends...group...I don't know!"
Night's Silver Lining curses and mutters and complains to nobody and everything as she tries to gently stretch and bend and work out the kinks and pains caused by the previous evening. She tried her best to remember what all happened but she really couldn't. There was a dreadlocked... Firbolg, was it? Or Bugbear? She shook her head to try to remember but then cursed again at the cacophony of pain the shake caused.
"Oh cool, free shirt," she mutters to her self as she tries to walk straightly down the street. "Oooooooh, cool!" She says in actual joy when finding the shiny stones in her pockets. She was distracted by the rocks for longer than anyone really had a right to be but she managed to walk down the street without walking into a wall at least. "But oh yeah... The letter. I'm not home anymore. There was people I was supposed to work with?" She tried to recall, this time without shaking her head, and bits started to come back. Faces, names... foggily, groggily, reluctantly, just like her brain this morning. Still, it was a start... So she started keeping an eye out for where they likely would have ended up.
Soale's Bed, the sign Silver found eventually read. Huh, Silver thought. I don't know Soale but maybe she'd let me curl up for a little bit... And with that she entered the establishment looking exactly as if she had reveled all night and slept in the street.
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We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
Lola, seeing as you are a bit worse for wear, aids you in walking to the tavern, where Soale sighs again. "Gods...how many, Lola?"
"Ok, so this is five, take a seat," Lola helps Silver sit on a barstool, "there's supposed to be six...maybe they're on the next ship! I'll be back!" She leaves, then pokes her head back in the shop. "You all better be besties when I come back." Her face turns serious for a quick second before brightening back up as she walks off.
"Who, me?" Silver asks in a mumble, her head on a table and under her arms. "I'm Stinky..."
"No, no, no..." She wakes up suddenly, and fiercely. "I am Night's Silver Lining! I am an expert markscat and collector of shiny things!" Silver stand up quickly, boldly, and tosses a shiny rock to Jaden. "A gift. From me to you..."
Silver's burst of energy failed her as quickly as it came upon her, she slumps back into a chair, folds her arms on the table and quickly uses them for a pillow. Anyone who claims that Silver snores is a liar and a scoundrel and may find themselves pegged in the head with a shiny rock when they least expect it! ((But she does indeed snore.))
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We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
Nephis looks toward the entrance as a familiar tabaxi walks into the inn. "Silver. Good to see you in one piece this morning." he waves to her, moving his chair a bit to the side to allow Silver room to pull one up if she wants to.
As Lola takes her leave for the moment, he reaches into his pack and pulls out a small box that unfolds into a game board."Anyone up for dragonchess while we wait for Ms. Lola to return?" he asks the rest of the people gathered.
Jaden catches the shiny rock the tabaxi threw at him and examines it briefly to see if he recognises what type of rock it is [OOC: Here's a roll, if necessary: 16 +3 for Nature, +5 for Investigation.]
Then he turns to Nephis and says, "The names Jaden and I'll give you a game, if you tell me who this Ms Lola is?"
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Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist) Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon. The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
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"Ms. Lola is the one who sent us all the letters on behalf of Mayor Tailman." Nephis says, holding up his own letter. "I would assume she'll be accompanying the six of us to Sunswall until we meet him, but I could be wrong. She mentioned a caravan on the edge of town that would be leaving for Shuvin, a week away, which is near Sunswall."
He looks with interest to the stone that Silver threw, then sets his pieces up and nods to his opponent. "My name is Nephis Rosendrake, from the city of Valspire. Pleased to meet you."
It is about 11:30 as another ship docks into Veingo. Symon has just finished getting his belongings so he could depart. Looking from the ship, he ponders as to why there are so many people stumbling about the streets, though he seems to be one of the only concerned of all the passengers. That thought process is cut off by the call of a woman down below. Symon sees a blonde human woman smiling and waving at him excitedly from the dock.
"My letter had some magic associated with it, I suspect that's how she found you. How I got to be here at this moment must be sheer coincidence as I only saw her for the first time this morning, just a little while ago."
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Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist) Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon. The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
A slender man in green and grey clothing strides down the gangplank in time to hear the enthusiastic woman greeting one of his fellow passengers. He notices her greeting the fellow with the harp case and hears her talking about answering the letter and mentioning Sunswall. Approaching the small group he announces, politely if a bit pontifically, "I am Symon Twist, Wizard, come in answer to a letter from the Mayor." He hands her an tasteful card with, 'Symon Twist, Wizard; Have Spells, Will Travel' embossed with several different colors of ink. "I have been given to understand that there is a spot of trouble with the 'natives' in the area? Surely he can't mean this..." He waved his hand at the party going on around them
He turns to regard the others, giving a slight bow, "I have noticed you arrived on the same contrivance as have I, a pleasure I am sure." Look to Nephis he continues, "A player, if I've rightly judge that case, are you efforts for personal ease and pleasure or do you produce pleasant harmonies to encourage you companions and cacophonous discords to enfeeble opponents, or perhaps both?"
With a slightly condescending smile to Silver, he say, "Silver is the metal of the Great Goddess did you know? T'is a metal of reflective psychic power, said to reflect negative energies and to protect a wearers dreams." He pauses ever so briefly, "Silver is a good nom d' guerre. And it is of the night."
He looks at the tumult around him, "I should prefer to head for Sunswall as soon as possible, I believe there are folks that are in danger and have be told our help is to be expected." He pulls himself up, "Lives could be hanging in the balance!" He adds in an obsequious manner, thumping his staff firmly on the ground. "I say, what is all this kerfuffle about anyway, somebody win a prize? Major evil doer got hoisted by his own petard perchance? Seems a bit overboard and undignified, what."
Looking about, "Is this all of us, just three?" He touches some darts tucked into various spots about his person, apparently making sure they were where they were suppose to be, but the action looked ... odd, as if he were mumbling something under his breath as he touched each one. Reassured of their 'proper' disposition Symon hitched up his pack, coughed, began to look embarrassed, thought better of it and stiffened slightly. Definitely odd. A average person might start looking around for a few loose turnips about now.
Nephis shows his own signet ring - a silver dragon coiled around a rose.
"My letter had that as well. I attempted to find what the magic was - I found nothing. As to everyone being here, this establishment is close enough to the harbor that those needing rest would find it easily. It's an ideal place to gather.
He seems out of it for a good portion of the game, much like the other people staggering about outside. You figure he was probably in the same situation himself. It seems to have a heavy effect on his playing, but not on his conversation or his mannerisms. After a few minutes, Nephis has his last piece taken by Jaden's knight. He tips his king over, conceding.
"Well played." he says, reaching out for a handshake to the winner.
Jared chuckles when Nephis shows him his own signet ring. "I knew I wasn't the only surplus son of nobility to find their way into the mercenary business, but you are the first I've seen that carries a viol. Can you play that thing?"
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Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist) Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon. The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
Nephis leans back in his chair a bit. “I wouldn’t call myself a mercenary, per se. Mostly I help with the family businesses, they’re doing well nowadays. I came here because the letter called for my help, and I believed myself to be capable of doing so.”
He rests his viol case on the table. The instrument inside is a viol of relatively average manufacture, though polished extremely carefully and cared for well. Two bows for it rest beside the viol. “Indeed, I play it, and I’d like to believe I do it very well. While I’d love to play it now while we wait, I’m not exactly at the top of my game at the moment, as the dragonchess game demonstrated. The last thing these poor souls recovering from last night need is an ear splitting headache when I play an octave too high without realizing it. Perhaps another time.
Nephis closes his eyes as he feels the ache start to subside. "It's wonderful. Thank you, Soale." He smiles warmly. "How much do I owe you for it?"
As the two speak in elvish, Nephis turns his head, but then quickly turns it back - it's clear he can speak the tongue but doesn't want to intrude on the conversation.
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Eili bites her lip, as if holding something back. Finally, she responds, "I have no idea why."
"That is strange," says Jaden. "Still, well met. And, as it seems that we are going the same way, perhaps we could be travelling companions?"
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Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist)
Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon.
The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
"it's on the house for first-timers, sweetheart. But, you try to come back here in a few months, partying till your bones ache, then it'll cost ya." She smiles at Nephis.
After a few minutes of searching, Lola finally comes across Silver, still slumped onto the post, swaying in and out of consciousness, until, "HEEYYY!!!" Lola beams. "I know you had a whole lot a' fun! Come on, we gotta meet up with your friends...group...I don't know!"
Eili, searching the recesses of her mind for the appropriate polite response, eventually gives a curt, but friendly, nod.
Night's Silver Lining curses and mutters and complains to nobody and everything as she tries to gently stretch and bend and work out the kinks and pains caused by the previous evening. She tried her best to remember what all happened but she really couldn't. There was a dreadlocked... Firbolg, was it? Or Bugbear? She shook her head to try to remember but then cursed again at the cacophony of pain the shake caused.
"Oh cool, free shirt," she mutters to her self as she tries to walk straightly down the street. "Oooooooh, cool!" She says in actual joy when finding the shiny stones in her pockets. She was distracted by the rocks for longer than anyone really had a right to be but she managed to walk down the street without walking into a wall at least. "But oh yeah... The letter. I'm not home anymore. There was people I was supposed to work with?" She tried to recall, this time without shaking her head, and bits started to come back. Faces, names... foggily, groggily, reluctantly, just like her brain this morning. Still, it was a start... So she started keeping an eye out for where they likely would have ended up.
Soale's Bed, the sign Silver found eventually read. Huh, Silver thought. I don't know Soale but maybe she'd let me curl up for a little bit... And with that she entered the establishment looking exactly as if she had reveled all night and slept in the street.
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Lola, seeing as you are a bit worse for wear, aids you in walking to the tavern, where Soale sighs again. "Gods...how many, Lola?"
"Ok, so this is five, take a seat," Lola helps Silver sit on a barstool, "there's supposed to be six...maybe they're on the next ship! I'll be back!" She leaves, then pokes her head back in the shop. "You all better be besties when I come back." Her face turns serious for a quick second before brightening back up as she walks off.
"Er, who is that?" asks Jaden the room in general, having just seen the woman recently and not really knowing what she is talking about.
[Edit: He has seen her but they haven't met or talked yet.]
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Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist)
Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon.
The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
"Who, me?" Silver asks in a mumble, her head on a table and under her arms. "I'm Stinky..."
"No, no, no..." She wakes up suddenly, and fiercely. "I am Night's Silver Lining! I am an expert markscat and collector of shiny things!" Silver stand up quickly, boldly, and tosses a shiny rock to Jaden. "A gift. From me to you..."
Silver's burst of energy failed her as quickly as it came upon her, she slumps back into a chair, folds her arms on the table and quickly uses them for a pillow. Anyone who claims that Silver snores is a liar and a scoundrel and may find themselves pegged in the head with a shiny rock when they least expect it! ((But she does indeed snore.))
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Nephis looks toward the entrance as a familiar tabaxi walks into the inn. "Silver. Good to see you in one piece this morning." he waves to her, moving his chair a bit to the side to allow Silver room to pull one up if she wants to.
As Lola takes her leave for the moment, he reaches into his pack and pulls out a small box that unfolds into a game board. "Anyone up for dragonchess while we wait for Ms. Lola to return?" he asks the rest of the people gathered.
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Jaden catches the shiny rock the tabaxi threw at him and examines it briefly to see if he recognises what type of rock it is [OOC: Here's a roll, if necessary: 16 +3 for Nature, +5 for Investigation.]
Then he turns to Nephis and says, "The names Jaden and I'll give you a game, if you tell me who this Ms Lola is?"
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Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist)
Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon.
The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
Jaden recognizes this gem as an ammolite.
It is a very precious stone, you'd reckon worth about 200 silver, maybe more
"Ms. Lola is the one who sent us all the letters on behalf of Mayor Tailman." Nephis says, holding up his own letter. "I would assume she'll be accompanying the six of us to Sunswall until we meet him, but I could be wrong. She mentioned a caravan on the edge of town that would be leaving for Shuvin, a week away, which is near Sunswall."
He looks with interest to the stone that Silver threw, then sets his pieces up and nods to his opponent. "My name is Nephis Rosendrake, from the city of Valspire. Pleased to meet you."
Dragonchess check: 4
(Darn.)
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It is about 11:30 as another ship docks into Veingo. Symon has just finished getting his belongings so he could depart. Looking from the ship, he ponders as to why there are so many people stumbling about the streets, though he seems to be one of the only concerned of all the passengers. That thought process is cut off by the call of a woman down below. Symon sees a blonde human woman smiling and waving at him excitedly from the dock.
"Jaden Fellan of Wallerton," says Jaden, offering his hand to shake and thereby displaying his family signet ring.
He then also sets his mind to playing his favourite game.
[OOC: Not sure why you rolled at Disadvantage, but I will too, to be fair: Intelligence check (Int bonus + proficiency bonus): 13 ]
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Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist)
Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon.
The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
As they play Jaden continues to talk.
"My letter had some magic associated with it, I suspect that's how she found you. How I got to be here at this moment must be sheer coincidence as I only saw her for the first time this morning, just a little while ago."
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Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist)
Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon.
The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
A slender man in green and grey clothing strides down the gangplank in time to hear the enthusiastic woman greeting one of his fellow passengers. He notices her greeting the fellow with the harp case and hears her talking about answering the letter and mentioning Sunswall. Approaching the small group he announces, politely if a bit pontifically, "I am Symon Twist, Wizard, come in answer to a letter from the Mayor." He hands her an tasteful card with, 'Symon Twist, Wizard; Have Spells, Will Travel' embossed with several different colors of ink. "I have been given to understand that there is a spot of trouble with the 'natives' in the area? Surely he can't mean this..." He waved his hand at the party going on around them
He turns to regard the others, giving a slight bow, "I have noticed you arrived on the same contrivance as have I, a pleasure I am sure." Look to Nephis he continues, "A player, if I've rightly judge that case, are you efforts for personal ease and pleasure or do you produce pleasant harmonies to encourage you companions and cacophonous discords to enfeeble opponents, or perhaps both?"
With a slightly condescending smile to Silver, he say, "Silver is the metal of the Great Goddess did you know? T'is a metal of reflective psychic power, said to reflect negative energies and to protect a wearers dreams." He pauses ever so briefly, "Silver is a good nom d' guerre. And it is of the night."
He looks at the tumult around him, "I should prefer to head for Sunswall as soon as possible, I believe there are folks that are in danger and have be told our help is to be expected." He pulls himself up, "Lives could be hanging in the balance!" He adds in an obsequious manner, thumping his staff firmly on the ground. "I say, what is all this kerfuffle about anyway, somebody win a prize? Major evil doer got hoisted by his own petard perchance? Seems a bit overboard and undignified, what."
Looking about, "Is this all of us, just three?" He touches some darts tucked into various spots about his person, apparently making sure they were where they were suppose to be, but the action looked ... odd, as if he were mumbling something under his breath as he touched each one. Reassured of their 'proper' disposition Symon hitched up his pack, coughed, began to look embarrassed, thought better of it and stiffened slightly. Definitely odd. A average person might start looking around for a few loose turnips about now.
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Nephis shows his own signet ring - a silver dragon coiled around a rose.
"My letter had that as well. I attempted to find what the magic was - I found nothing. As to everyone being here, this establishment is close enough to the harbor that those needing rest would find it easily. It's an ideal place to gather.
He seems out of it for a good portion of the game, much like the other people staggering about outside. You figure he was probably in the same situation himself. It seems to have a heavy effect on his playing, but not on his conversation or his mannerisms. After a few minutes, Nephis has his last piece taken by Jaden's knight. He tips his king over, conceding.
"Well played." he says, reaching out for a handshake to the winner.
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Jared chuckles when Nephis shows him his own signet ring. "I knew I wasn't the only surplus son of nobility to find their way into the mercenary business, but you are the first I've seen that carries a viol. Can you play that thing?"
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Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist)
Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon.
The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
Nephis leans back in his chair a bit. “I wouldn’t call myself a mercenary, per se. Mostly I help with the family businesses, they’re doing well nowadays. I came here because the letter called for my help, and I believed myself to be capable of doing so.”
He rests his viol case on the table. The instrument inside is a viol of relatively average manufacture, though polished extremely carefully and cared for well. Two bows for it rest beside the viol. “Indeed, I play it, and I’d like to believe I do it very well. While I’d love to play it now while we wait, I’m not exactly at the top of my game at the moment, as the dragonchess game demonstrated. The last thing these poor souls recovering from last night need is an ear splitting headache when I play an octave too high without realizing it. Perhaps another time.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost