(Sorry I haven't been around today, something serious came up. I'll try to squeak out a post later tonight, but I should be back on schedule tomorrow.)
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Perception: 7
Ulric nods at Vallivoe's words. "My companions and I were planning on investigating what happened to the owners of that book anyway. Perhaps we will meet again afterwards and exchange words then. Now, if you'll excuse me..." He dips into a slight bow towards Vallivoe before approaching Yrnila. He steps beside her and says quietly to her, "I believe we are about ready to leave. I have the information that I needed, but I'm not sure about the others."
Vallivoe scoffs somewhat at Shautha's response, as if atleast mildly offended. Perhaps not if you think like a mindless animal who only looks for its next meal or fight, sure... But the world is a stage, and all of us are actors! Those who perform well enough are remembered in histories, books, legends. I'm sure even your people, tribe... city.. whatever you came from before has some tale about atleast one or more of your kind being passed down as some 'legendary' warrior, or mage! he said, placing the book on the table with some degree if indignation.
Shautha, perhaps too caught up in her thinking fails to notice something that everyone else did. The sensation of 'Eyes on your back' or in Ynirla's case, seeing it happen from her spot on the table with the person in question constantly moving between. One of the servers had, ever since the group had entered the establishment, been constantly looking their way whenever possible. Whenever moving between customers, the bar, and so forth, they would always linger with their eyes on the group. A human server, female, with dark, wavy hair that was an off-black almost appearing deep-blue. Though anytime she thought someone was noticing she would scramble onto wherever she was intending to go. Though everyone noticed this at different points.
Kaylessa had long since left the group there since no one else had addressed her in a while and other customers were likely to show up.
Stealth: 21 (for remaining unobserved, while keeping and eye on her) Insight: 22 (for trying to understand the pattern of her behaviour, a second roll in case stealth succeeds and gives him more data for the insight 21)
As the conversation continued, Ulf's tendency to scan his surrounds quickly identified the curious observer. He watched her surreptitiously -- accentuating his sneezing, coughing and eye-rubbing, and blending in with the crowd when necessary -- as she went about her work, trying to ascertain what she was listening for, and who she was focused on, who she talks to, and whether she reacted more or less strongly to the specific words or speakers.
Summary:
Get some insight on what she is doing, and who she might be working with.
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Deception: 24
As he realizes that the server woman has been trying to spy on them, he leaves Yrnila and the priest with a slight bow and approaches the barkeeper. When he arrives, he casually leans up against the bar and files his arms in front of him. Turning he is head slightly but keeping his gaze upon the server, he asks, "Say, do you know the name of that woman? I haven't been able to keep my eyes off of her since I walked in."
Deception check to seem as if he is attracted to her and wants some info before he talks to her.
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Sight: 13
Behavior: 17
Insight: 19
The woman seems too distracted, between her actual duties and her currently attempted ones to notice that Anyone is noticing what she's doing, it was a shock she was as good at hiding it as she was considering. Ulf notices that while most of the conversation is ignored, anything to do with the Ambush seems to catch her attention for a moment. She lingers more often when details about it are discussed, and so forth - the rest, such as the philosophy over what constitutes an Ernestine story, for example are ignored. Obviously she isn't present for 'all' of the conversation, and thus misses parts of it.
At the bar, the keeper, in the middle of cleaning a glass to near crystalline perfection. Though once Ulric approaches he takes note like a proper host is expected, probably to the point that might even impress Ulric at-least that the man was so damned diligent. How can I help you sir? Ah, yes she is a moderate looker, isn't she? The hair sets her apart from most. If I were a bit younger I'd fancy her myself. he said, looking to her, completely and utterly oblivious to Ulrics true intentions. Her name is Ghileeda. She started working for me about a month ago. She does her job well, when she's not distracted. Someone or something must have caught her eye or ear. Been watching her fumble a little for the last while.
Ulric nods and rubs his chin as he eyes Ghileeda from afar. He asks, "Would you mind telling me what time her shift ends? I might just talk to her after she's done working." Interrogate might be a better word, he thinks to himself as he fakes a small smile. Depends on if we're still around by then, but she's acting a bit too curious for her own good...
After one such occasion when the woman has been listening, but the conversation has turned to a topic of less interest, Ulf turns and walks over to the barmaid and holds up his mug.
"Escuse me madam, do you know the source of this ale, it's actually...not bad?"
He moves in close and listens to whatever her answer is then nods and, now that he has her attention, asks more quietly, "A person like you, working here all day, must have heard rumours about the attack...do you know anything about it? Any information you have might save more lives."
Yrnila cordially nods along with the story the Half-Elf had to tell. "Allow me to express my gratitude for the information. I have been tasked with locating the Delegation and to investigate the reason of their delay, or disappearance." She will offer to cover the costs of the priest's meal. "I have additionally approached with another issue in mind - as one of your faith, I believe it might concern you. A necromancer allegedly was spotted around the area, but any time an expedition has sent out, no trace of their presence was found. A possibility that had arose was of an informant in the town. I was wondering if you have any knowledge of the matter."
She idly observes the conversation occurring at the next table over. Yrnila tunes out the conversation, placing enough trust in her new party members to at least share the information accurately for the sake of the mission at hand. She notices something suspicious from corner of her eyes - no, not her; rather, something else did.
"There's a woman watching,"the voice rasps from some corner in her brain. "Looks like she has something to hide." "People stare, all the time." She transmits the thought of how the Kaylessa treated Shautha when they arrived. "Perhaps she's just curious." "Curious people stare," replies the voice. "This one doesn't."
Yrnila blinks, returning from her thoughts as Ulric addresses her. "Alright. I will meet you in a moment once I have my own questions answered."
Shautha huffs, not knowing what to even respond to that. "Sometimes facts are not all that exciting. That's all." She says, not interested in this conversation anymore.
Seeing her companions leave to interrogate someone else, she will turn her back to him and walk to the bar, sitting right next to Ulric.
The woman had began moving again since the conversation seemed to stop, her head turning as she began to move, swiftly, forward, only to stop as one does when walking quickly and suddenly see a branch about to poke them in the eye as they do. Stopping on a dime, with a small grunt of effort as Ulf gets directly in her face with questions of locations, and more. After regaining her tension and stepping back far enough as would normally be polite she collects herself and proffers the brightest smile she can manage, and somehow it's actually rather sweet. Ah, we have our Ale's distilled locally, and we use atleast decent, if not the finest ingredients we can afford to keep our prices in variety so that customers of all stripes can afford more than the swill most places serve. It's freshness is due to the fact that it's local, and we strive to be at-least a little better than the rest! she says with genuine enthusiasm. Whenever my shift is over I plan to get some myself, it's a great way to drown your sorrows, or just the days stresses away. she says with a heavy sigh, as her feet are clearly bothering her.
As he presses harder, inquiring about the attack she looks him in the eye for a moment, with some hesitation before saying Ah, it's been the talk of the town for a while now, especially since Mr. Vallivoe came back with his book. And as nice as this place is, and as fine as the Ale is, since the Kitchen fire, the foods been.. not-as-good... and the air is kind of boring, so listening to the tales customers tell, or rumors and such are about the only entertainment I get while I'm here. she began to twirl her wavy hair with a finger as she bit her bottom lip with her canine.
I doubt I've heard any more than you've learned though. Whatever happened, took place almost a month ago, Vallivoe found some supplies... and the delegation never made it here. I wish I could be of more help...
The Lathanderine smiles at the gratitude, and the prior compliments, closing his eyes so as to let out a sigh from his obviously troubled body. Lacing his fingers together as if about to pray, but it seemed he was simply getting more comfortable. I am glad that someone is looking into it. Many have expressed a desire to, and I am but one mer. he seemed almost taken aback at her offer to pay for his meal, looking away for a moment before sighing, not out of anything negative, but acceptance. I appreciate your piety as well... I will not rebuff your Kindness. H listens, initially intently, but eventually with much trepidation as she continues, his brow furrowing and a milk look of disgust crosses his face by the end of it.
Hmm... This is the first I have heard of it. And if true... it bodes ill. All necromancers start the same... stuck away in some hole, just wanting to be 'left alone' until they grow their ranks... then dreams of grandeur.. either self-inflicted, or the whispers of another sweeten their ears with promises of power, and conquest. So they build their army and when they feel confident... a heavy, heavy sigh escapes the man as his eyes flutter closed. I will look into this myself... as soon as the food you have graciously paid for is consumed.
I have magics to detect the presence of undeath and evil... If it is true and not some prank, I will be able to locate them. Do you know whereabouts this necromancer is supposedly being seen? Informant or not, I can atleast detect if his existence is true or false.
As far as I can tell, the group is semi spread out through the establishment. Ulric is at the bar, Ulfarion is with the suspicious staffer somewhere in the middle of the room, Ynirla is in the far corner talking to the preist, and Shautha has just joined Ulric at the bar.
Only Ulf can make this insight check @ Ghileeda, DC in Spoiler.
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Ulf insight: 19
And what was the significance of the "drown your sorrows" in italics?
Ulf takes a sip of his ale, "No apology needed, I had hoped you might have some interesting insights, but the information about the ale was helpful! It makes the price more understandable." he says with a smile. He takes another small sip, and quickly glances around the room before focussing back on the woman. "Are there any local specialties you would recommend?"
When he sees Ulf begin talking to the server woman, Ulric thinks to himself, He must have noticed her too. I wonder what they're saying...
When Shautha sits down next to him, he hesitates for a moment before asking her, "Care for a drink?"
Meanwhile, he relinquishes the magic holding Cyrin to this plane. Outside, she fades away into a fine mist that dissipates in the warm air. Don't want her to draw too much attention...
Shautha gives him an inquisitive look. "Yes, if you don't mind. Thanks." Was he offering to pay her the drink or something? She was going to pay it with her own money, but if he wanted to spend some of his own coin for her she wasn't going to stop him.
She turns to the keeper. "Give me a mug of the strongest thing you have. Surprise me!"
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As Shautha joins them, the barkeep is finishing saying ...Not too in the habit of giving out my staffs schedules to people I've only just met. Why don't you go try to talk her up yourself and see if she tells you? If you can catch her eye and she tells you herself, then it's none of my business, but I also won't be the one who ends up finding out you were some insane murderer and discover I helped you find a mark easier. I hope you can understand. However it seems someone has already beat you to flirting with her. he says, returning to cleaning dishes while waiting for further orders, customers, and the like. A soft, constant squeaking-squelching noise echoing softly from behind the counter.
With Ulf, the woman smiles awkwardly as if the randomness of the questions seems to be making her wary of him as her eyes close and a hand raises. I'm glad I could be of help... Sir. Uhm... Local specialties? Well, there is the poultry shop that sells top of the line fowl kitty--corner from our establishment, should be hard to miss - it has a lot of foot traffic. Or there are the delicious pickles sold in the 'market' each word seems strained like a woman who was starting to feel creeped out as Ulf couldn't discern anything in the slightest from what she was saying or doing.
The barkeep only lightly listens to the conversation before the halfie and the Human to make sure of orders, and his attention was paid off not too long after. Allright.. one moment... he says, moving to a backroom for around a minute, having taken in a rather large mug back there with him. After several long moments, he returns with nearly a quart of fiery-red liquid seeming to steam slightly as he puts it on the table. That'll be ten gold pieces.But I can guarantee you that is the strongest thing we can legally serve here! But I warn you, it has a hell of kick.
Ulf is unable to ascertain anything, given the sheer DC of the roll, and the emphasis was simply that she emphasized those words, since it was italics in bold. In character, you simply think she's speaking. If Shaotha drinks her ale, she must pass a DC 18 CON save.
Ulf nods, waiting patiently as the woman speaks, looking a little awkward himself, "I...ah...meant specialties served here...like the beer" he says, holding up the mug. Then he glances back at the crowd, "But no matter, thank you for your help, it looks like our friend is about to hold forth again".
With that he returns to the throng, and again glances around the room to locate his companions. He will settle in to listen again.
"I'm counting on it." She answers to the Keeper as she takes the mug and takes a sniff of the 'steam', thinking. Not a Skullbuster, but it looks promising... "What's it called?"
"A toast to the work that awaits us. Cheers!" She says to Ulric before taking a very long sip of the unknown red ale.
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The woman laughs, somewhat forcibly Ah... Sorry...Eh-heh heh.. No problem sir.... Now I need to get back about my business.... she says with a forced smile as she takes a wide berth around him, heading to the bar. During this time Shautha is speaking to the keeper, and just as he's about to answer, she takes a long drought of it, the liquid burns going down, and makes breathing difficult, luckily the barkeep had already provided a small cup of water. As the mixture flows down her throat, it continues to sting, and suffocate -barring a chaser of the water- but within seconds after hitting her gullet, the world spins. Ulrics face distorts, and at-least four pairs of Ulfarion are moving in some strange unison, almost as if the man had cast mirror image on himself.
Shautha was drunk, as drunk as a lightweight having consumed a contests worth of ale, but the ale he had given her lived up to its promise, only drinking half of the mug provided was almost enough to knock her off her feet. That's our special Dwarven Fire Wine, mixed in with a few choice ingredients. Guarunteed to knock almost anyone off their feet. Well worth the price if I do say so myself Ma'am. The barkeeper obviously has his opinions, but wasn't one to discriminate.
As this happens Ghileeda approaches the barkeep and though whispering, it's loud enough to be heard by those at the bar Sir, I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable... Can I take a longer shift tomorrow and go home now?
The wine burns all the way down, but Shautha had expected that. What she had not expected was to get this drunk from just half of the mug. Even with the world spinning around her, she manages to not only drink the water but to try and keep drinking the wine.
"Very good, very fire. Worth it!" She says, huge grin on her face, her speech all garbled now. "D-d-Dwarves know their stuff, ya know? Really f**king good. Worth the..."
Her words are interrupted when she suddenly belches loudly.
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Perception: 22
(Sorry I haven't been around today, something serious came up. I'll try to squeak out a post later tonight, but I should be back on schedule tomorrow.)
Perception: 7
Ulric nods at Vallivoe's words. "My companions and I were planning on investigating what happened to the owners of that book anyway. Perhaps we will meet again afterwards and exchange words then. Now, if you'll excuse me..." He dips into a slight bow towards Vallivoe before approaching Yrnila. He steps beside her and says quietly to her, "I believe we are about ready to leave. I have the information that I needed, but I'm not sure about the others."
Vallivoe scoffs somewhat at Shautha's response, as if atleast mildly offended. Perhaps not if you think like a mindless animal who only looks for its next meal or fight, sure... But the world is a stage, and all of us are actors! Those who perform well enough are remembered in histories, books, legends. I'm sure even your people, tribe... city.. whatever you came from before has some tale about atleast one or more of your kind being passed down as some 'legendary' warrior, or mage! he said, placing the book on the table with some degree if indignation.
Shautha, perhaps too caught up in her thinking fails to notice something that everyone else did. The sensation of 'Eyes on your back' or in Ynirla's case, seeing it happen from her spot on the table with the person in question constantly moving between. One of the servers had, ever since the group had entered the establishment, been constantly looking their way whenever possible. Whenever moving between customers, the bar, and so forth, they would always linger with their eyes on the group. A human server, female, with dark, wavy hair that was an off-black almost appearing deep-blue. Though anytime she thought someone was noticing she would scramble onto wherever she was intending to go. Though everyone noticed this at different points.
Kaylessa had long since left the group there since no one else had addressed her in a while and other customers were likely to show up.
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Stealth: 21 (for remaining unobserved, while keeping and eye on her)
Insight: 22 (for trying to understand the pattern of her behaviour, a second roll in case stealth succeeds and gives him more data for the insight 21)
As the conversation continued, Ulf's tendency to scan his surrounds quickly identified the curious observer. He watched her surreptitiously -- accentuating his sneezing, coughing and eye-rubbing, and blending in with the crowd when necessary -- as she went about her work, trying to ascertain what she was listening for, and who she was focused on, who she talks to, and whether she reacted more or less strongly to the specific words or speakers.
Summary:
Get some insight on what she is doing, and who she might be working with.
Deception: 24
As he realizes that the server woman has been trying to spy on them, he leaves Yrnila and the priest with a slight bow and approaches the barkeeper. When he arrives, he casually leans up against the bar and files his arms in front of him. Turning he is head slightly but keeping his gaze upon the server, he asks, "Say, do you know the name of that woman? I haven't been able to keep my eyes off of her since I walked in."
Deception check to seem as if he is attracted to her and wants some info before he talks to her.
Sight: 13
Behavior: 17
Insight: 19
The woman seems too distracted, between her actual duties and her currently attempted ones to notice that Anyone is noticing what she's doing, it was a shock she was as good at hiding it as she was considering. Ulf notices that while most of the conversation is ignored, anything to do with the Ambush seems to catch her attention for a moment. She lingers more often when details about it are discussed, and so forth - the rest, such as the philosophy over what constitutes an Ernestine story, for example are ignored. Obviously she isn't present for 'all' of the conversation, and thus misses parts of it.
At the bar, the keeper, in the middle of cleaning a glass to near crystalline perfection. Though once Ulric approaches he takes note like a proper host is expected, probably to the point that might even impress Ulric at-least that the man was so damned diligent. How can I help you sir? Ah, yes she is a moderate looker, isn't she? The hair sets her apart from most. If I were a bit younger I'd fancy her myself. he said, looking to her, completely and utterly oblivious to Ulrics true intentions. Her name is Ghileeda. She started working for me about a month ago. She does her job well, when she's not distracted. Someone or something must have caught her eye or ear. Been watching her fumble a little for the last while.
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Ulric nods and rubs his chin as he eyes Ghileeda from afar. He asks, "Would you mind telling me what time her shift ends? I might just talk to her after she's done working." Interrogate might be a better word, he thinks to himself as he fakes a small smile. Depends on if we're still around by then, but she's acting a bit too curious for her own good...
I will pause for while since Ynirla's player hasn't responded in a while. I will wait till the end of today atleast and pick up tomorrow if needed.
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After one such occasion when the woman has been listening, but the conversation has turned to a topic of less interest, Ulf turns and walks over to the barmaid and holds up his mug.
"Escuse me madam, do you know the source of this ale, it's actually...not bad?"
He moves in close and listens to whatever her answer is then nods and, now that he has her attention, asks more quietly, "A person like you, working here all day, must have heard rumours about the attack...do you know anything about it? Any information you have might save more lives."
(My sincere apologies on the delay.)
Yrnila cordially nods along with the story the Half-Elf had to tell. "Allow me to express my gratitude for the information. I have been tasked with locating the Delegation and to investigate the reason of their delay, or disappearance." She will offer to cover the costs of the priest's meal. "I have additionally approached with another issue in mind - as one of your faith, I believe it might concern you. A necromancer allegedly was spotted around the area, but any time an expedition has sent out, no trace of their presence was found. A possibility that had arose was of an informant in the town. I was wondering if you have any knowledge of the matter."
She idly observes the conversation occurring at the next table over. Yrnila tunes out the conversation, placing enough trust in her new party members to at least share the information accurately for the sake of the mission at hand. She notices something suspicious from corner of her eyes - no, not her; rather, something else did.
"There's a woman watching," the voice rasps from some corner in her brain. "Looks like she has something to hide."
"People stare, all the time." She transmits the thought of how the Kaylessa treated Shautha when they arrived. "Perhaps she's just curious."
"Curious people stare," replies the voice. "This one doesn't."
Yrnila blinks, returning from her thoughts as Ulric addresses her. "Alright. I will meet you in a moment once I have my own questions answered."
Shautha huffs, not knowing what to even respond to that. "Sometimes facts are not all that exciting. That's all." She says, not interested in this conversation anymore.
Seeing her companions leave to interrogate someone else, she will turn her back to him and walk to the bar, sitting right next to Ulric.
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Ghileeda Deception @ Ulfarion: 22
The woman had began moving again since the conversation seemed to stop, her head turning as she began to move, swiftly, forward, only to stop as one does when walking quickly and suddenly see a branch about to poke them in the eye as they do. Stopping on a dime, with a small grunt of effort as Ulf gets directly in her face with questions of locations, and more. After regaining her tension and stepping back far enough as would normally be polite she collects herself and proffers the brightest smile she can manage, and somehow it's actually rather sweet. Ah, we have our Ale's distilled locally, and we use atleast decent, if not the finest ingredients we can afford to keep our prices in variety so that customers of all stripes can afford more than the swill most places serve. It's freshness is due to the fact that it's local, and we strive to be at-least a little better than the rest! she says with genuine enthusiasm. Whenever my shift is over I plan to get some myself, it's a great way to drown your sorrows, or just the days stresses away. she says with a heavy sigh, as her feet are clearly bothering her.
As he presses harder, inquiring about the attack she looks him in the eye for a moment, with some hesitation before saying Ah, it's been the talk of the town for a while now, especially since Mr. Vallivoe came back with his book. And as nice as this place is, and as fine as the Ale is, since the Kitchen fire, the foods been.. not-as-good... and the air is kind of boring, so listening to the tales customers tell, or rumors and such are about the only entertainment I get while I'm here. she began to twirl her wavy hair with a finger as she bit her bottom lip with her canine.
I doubt I've heard any more than you've learned though. Whatever happened, took place almost a month ago, Vallivoe found some supplies... and the delegation never made it here. I wish I could be of more help...
The Lathanderine smiles at the gratitude, and the prior compliments, closing his eyes so as to let out a sigh from his obviously troubled body. Lacing his fingers together as if about to pray, but it seemed he was simply getting more comfortable. I am glad that someone is looking into it. Many have expressed a desire to, and I am but one mer. he seemed almost taken aback at her offer to pay for his meal, looking away for a moment before sighing, not out of anything negative, but acceptance. I appreciate your piety as well... I will not rebuff your Kindness. H listens, initially intently, but eventually with much trepidation as she continues, his brow furrowing and a milk look of disgust crosses his face by the end of it.
Hmm... This is the first I have heard of it. And if true... it bodes ill. All necromancers start the same... stuck away in some hole, just wanting to be 'left alone' until they grow their ranks... then dreams of grandeur.. either self-inflicted, or the whispers of another sweeten their ears with promises of power, and conquest. So they build their army and when they feel confident... a heavy, heavy sigh escapes the man as his eyes flutter closed. I will look into this myself... as soon as the food you have graciously paid for is consumed.
I have magics to detect the presence of undeath and evil... If it is true and not some prank, I will be able to locate them. Do you know whereabouts this necromancer is supposedly being seen? Informant or not, I can atleast detect if his existence is true or false.
As far as I can tell, the group is semi spread out through the establishment. Ulric is at the bar, Ulfarion is with the suspicious staffer somewhere in the middle of the room, Ynirla is in the far corner talking to the preist, and Shautha has just joined Ulric at the bar.
Only Ulf can make this insight check @ Ghileeda, DC in Spoiler.
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Ulf insight: 19
And what was the significance of the "drown your sorrows" in italics?
Ulf takes a sip of his ale, "No apology needed, I had hoped you might have some interesting insights, but the information about the ale was helpful! It makes the price more understandable." he says with a smile. He takes another small sip, and quickly glances around the room before focussing back on the woman. "Are there any local specialties you would recommend?"
When he sees Ulf begin talking to the server woman, Ulric thinks to himself, He must have noticed her too. I wonder what they're saying...
When Shautha sits down next to him, he hesitates for a moment before asking her, "Care for a drink?"
Meanwhile, he relinquishes the magic holding Cyrin to this plane. Outside, she fades away into a fine mist that dissipates in the warm air. Don't want her to draw too much attention...
Shautha gives him an inquisitive look. "Yes, if you don't mind. Thanks." Was he offering to pay her the drink or something? She was going to pay it with her own money, but if he wanted to spend some of his own coin for her she wasn't going to stop him.
She turns to the keeper. "Give me a mug of the strongest thing you have. Surprise me!"
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Raiketsu's Princes of the Apocalypse (DM: Raiketsu) - Shautha: Half-Orc, Level 3 Druid (Circle of Land: Mountain) ⟆ Monster Misfits Adventures (DM: ShadIn) - Vrakskan Onyxadyn: Dragonborn, Level 3 Barbarian (Path of the Ancestral Guardian) ⟆ Rime of the Frostmaiden (DM: Sarvaeth) - Rildayne Uln'hyrr: Drow Elf, Level 1 Warlock of the Archfey
RachelEvening's Tyranny of the Dragon Queen - DM
RachelEvening's Tomb of Annihilation - DM
As Shautha joins them, the barkeep is finishing saying ...Not too in the habit of giving out my staffs schedules to people I've only just met. Why don't you go try to talk her up yourself and see if she tells you? If you can catch her eye and she tells you herself, then it's none of my business, but I also won't be the one who ends up finding out you were some insane murderer and discover I helped you find a mark easier. I hope you can understand. However it seems someone has already beat you to flirting with her. he says, returning to cleaning dishes while waiting for further orders, customers, and the like. A soft, constant squeaking-squelching noise echoing softly from behind the counter.
With Ulf, the woman smiles awkwardly as if the randomness of the questions seems to be making her wary of him as her eyes close and a hand raises. I'm glad I could be of help... Sir. Uhm... Local specialties? Well, there is the poultry shop that sells top of the line fowl kitty--corner from our establishment, should be hard to miss - it has a lot of foot traffic. Or there are the delicious pickles sold in the 'market' each word seems strained like a woman who was starting to feel creeped out as Ulf couldn't discern anything in the slightest from what she was saying or doing.
The barkeep only lightly listens to the conversation before the halfie and the Human to make sure of orders, and his attention was paid off not too long after. Allright.. one moment... he says, moving to a backroom for around a minute, having taken in a rather large mug back there with him. After several long moments, he returns with nearly a quart of fiery-red liquid seeming to steam slightly as he puts it on the table. That'll be ten gold pieces.But I can guarantee you that is the strongest thing we can legally serve here! But I warn you, it has a hell of kick.
Ulf is unable to ascertain anything, given the sheer DC of the roll, and the emphasis was simply that she emphasized those words, since it was italics in bold. In character, you simply think she's speaking. If Shaotha drinks her ale, she must pass a DC 18 CON save.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Ulf nods, waiting patiently as the woman speaks, looking a little awkward himself, "I...ah...meant specialties served here...like the beer" he says, holding up the mug. Then he glances back at the crowd, "But no matter, thank you for your help, it looks like our friend is about to hold forth again".
With that he returns to the throng, and again glances around the room to locate his companions. He will settle in to listen again.
Shautha's Constitution Save: 19
"I'm counting on it." She answers to the Keeper as she takes the mug and takes a sniff of the 'steam', thinking. Not a Skullbuster, but it looks promising... "What's it called?"
"A toast to the work that awaits us. Cheers!" She says to Ulric before taking a very long sip of the unknown red ale.
Active Campaigns:
Raiketsu's Princes of the Apocalypse (DM: Raiketsu) - Shautha: Half-Orc, Level 3 Druid (Circle of Land: Mountain) ⟆ Monster Misfits Adventures (DM: ShadIn) - Vrakskan Onyxadyn: Dragonborn, Level 3 Barbarian (Path of the Ancestral Guardian) ⟆ Rime of the Frostmaiden (DM: Sarvaeth) - Rildayne Uln'hyrr: Drow Elf, Level 1 Warlock of the Archfey
RachelEvening's Tyranny of the Dragon Queen - DM
RachelEvening's Tomb of Annihilation - DM
The woman laughs, somewhat forcibly Ah... Sorry...Eh-heh heh.. No problem sir.... Now I need to get back about my business.... she says with a forced smile as she takes a wide berth around him, heading to the bar. During this time Shautha is speaking to the keeper, and just as he's about to answer, she takes a long drought of it, the liquid burns going down, and makes breathing difficult, luckily the barkeep had already provided a small cup of water. As the mixture flows down her throat, it continues to sting, and suffocate -barring a chaser of the water- but within seconds after hitting her gullet, the world spins. Ulrics face distorts, and at-least four pairs of Ulfarion are moving in some strange unison, almost as if the man had cast mirror image on himself.
Shautha was drunk, as drunk as a lightweight having consumed a contests worth of ale, but the ale he had given her lived up to its promise, only drinking half of the mug provided was almost enough to knock her off her feet. That's our special Dwarven Fire Wine, mixed in with a few choice ingredients. Guarunteed to knock almost anyone off their feet. Well worth the price if I do say so myself Ma'am. The barkeeper obviously has his opinions, but wasn't one to discriminate.
As this happens Ghileeda approaches the barkeep and though whispering, it's loud enough to be heard by those at the bar Sir, I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable... Can I take a longer shift tomorrow and go home now?
Occassional Dungeon Master.
The wine burns all the way down, but Shautha had expected that. What she had not expected was to get this drunk from just half of the mug. Even with the world spinning around her, she manages to not only drink the water but to try and keep drinking the wine.
"Very good, very fire. Worth it!" She says, huge grin on her face, her speech all garbled now. "D-d-Dwarves know their stuff, ya know? Really f**king good. Worth the..."
Her words are interrupted when she suddenly belches loudly.
Active Campaigns:
Raiketsu's Princes of the Apocalypse (DM: Raiketsu) - Shautha: Half-Orc, Level 3 Druid (Circle of Land: Mountain) ⟆ Monster Misfits Adventures (DM: ShadIn) - Vrakskan Onyxadyn: Dragonborn, Level 3 Barbarian (Path of the Ancestral Guardian) ⟆ Rime of the Frostmaiden (DM: Sarvaeth) - Rildayne Uln'hyrr: Drow Elf, Level 1 Warlock of the Archfey
RachelEvening's Tyranny of the Dragon Queen - DM
RachelEvening's Tomb of Annihilation - DM