Avys, briefly distracted by the aura he sensed from Kasha, listens in on the group of discussing the abduction of Floon.. "Curious, were both Floon and the other man abducted or just the one? Could you tell what this other man looked like?" He pauses briefly crossing his arms as he ponders for a moment "If I remember correctly, the Zhentarim are known to have tattoos like this are they not? The logical step would be to cautiously investigate their establishment."
Naumick groans, exits the shop and goes to where the shopkeep had said the men were taken. He searches the area for any clues. "Nothing is ever easy," he grumbles, eying his group of allies. "Should just do what I was sent her to do and be done with this place."
Inspector Detector Dwarf: 13
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"Nothing's a waste of time, so long as you're enjoying the time spent." Five attackers. Not too bad. Sounds like Zhentarim. "Well, Xoblob - thanks for the info. I'll stop in sometime." With a grin and wave, Sylivar trails from the store, ensuring the remainder of the party follows. He idly follows into the mentioned alleyway after his two smaller companions, casting a look around. Perception: 23
Avys ponders the group conversation... "additional information is always helpful, it's what we do with it that will make this time a waste or not. We now know who took him and that he wasn't alone, furthermore he was attacked by multiple people so that has value does it not? Let's tread carefully as we go deeper into this mission." He nods slightly towards the shop keep before making his way outside with the rest of the group, trailing slightly behind until they get to the alley. (I'll investigation check for when we get there since I won't be on much the rest of the afternoon) Investigation20
Sylivar claps his hands, an expression of genuine joy on his face. "The Skewered Dragon? I've only been kicked out of there twice! Fairly good terms for someone like me." He ruffles a hand through his hair and readjusts some wrappings around his wrist. This part of town was rough. "Whether it's a detour or not, I fancy a drink." With a charming smile, Sylivar nimbly strides towards the bar, placing his quarterstaff horizontally behind his neck and lazily walking with both arms supported by the staff.
The Skewered Dragon faces an alley that runs between Net Street and Fillet Lane in the Dock Ward, not far from the Old Xoblob Shop. The Skewered Dragon looks like a ruin. Both of its front-facing windows are smashed, and a ship’s anchor is lodged in the roof. Through the windows, you can see a group of haggard patrons drinking from huge tankards. The current patrons look at all of us with disdain, and don't look like, in their current mood, that they're interested in talking to us.
"Fyoo."Kasha's nose wrinkles. "This place smells like bathroom."
"Was this detour actually useful or just a waste of time?"he grumbled Kasha holds up her stuffed beholder. "Look!!!"she says, full of pride.
Hm. Nothing outside that would of indicated there was a scuffle. Must of been done cleanly and quickly.
"Maybe we should ask at that place, or something? The uh. Skoowered Draygon?"
Bruvir stared at the women for a long moment before moving forward past her without acknowledging her new toy. As he passed, one could here him mumbling something about "storms", "time" and "indignity" whenever he wasn't speaking in a foreign language.
Feliara muttered as she crossed her arms and stopped besides Kasha. After that she kicks with not too much strength a rock that was on the floor before sighing in despair. She knew what that looked meant and things were going to be either hard or expensive. Her pocket was almost empty and she was lucky to get 10 dragons from that odd guy. Luckily, between her charimsa and... Maybe Sylvar's? Maybe they were going to get out of there without too much trouble and a bit of information.
"So... What's the plan?"
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Discord: Vápni Jhonson - Half Orc Fey Wanderer-- Hiritos // Sun-Scales - Dragonborn Armorer-- The Breath of the Machine // Acidia Lavenus - Cabal-- Mass Effect: Last Hope
Umbría: Lena - Oni Abyssal Blodrager-- Journey to the West (Pathfinder 1e) // Karzar "Sawtooth" - Soldier-- When Stars Fall (Starfinder)
Face to Face: DM -- Deepspace & Dragons // Kar'Val - Dragonborn Draconic Sorcerer // Aust Liadon - Summoner--Muntsa's Draconic Adventure
"Maybe we should ask one of these upstanding scholars and professors khkHKkhHK.."Kasha snorted in a stifled giggle, looking at today's afternoon customers.
"Fyoo."Kasha's nose wrinkles. "This place smells like bathroom."
"Tastes like it, too," Sylivar winks, recalling a time in his upstart days where he was knocked flat on the rather putrid ground. He grimaces at the thought.
Sylivar raises an eyebrow, his usual, slightly mocking smile tracing on his face. It's obvious he doesn't mean his teasings. "A bard entering a tavern without any idea of what to do? You surprise me, Feliara."
Sylivar swivels around and wastes no time in approaching whatever table seems to be the most occupied with gambling & drinking. The barkeep rolls their eyes as Sylivar immediately orders a drink - they knew what was coming - and Sylivar slides directly into whatever game of dice & dragons the gruff occupants are pretending to enjoy. He drums a knuckle on the table. "Gentlemen, gentlemen! Let's cut to the chase, shall we? I would offer a game as a formality, but we all know a proper exchange of information and coin is polite," Syl says, rubbing two coins tantalizingly between his spindly fingers. "I'm looking for someone who might've wandered by. I've got no connection to 'em - just looking, you know? Right. Ostentatious clothing. Two of them, I believe, came wandering around here. Any clues you can entertain me with?"
"Gentlemen, gentlemen! Let's cut to the chase, shall we? I would offer a game as a formality, but we all know a proper exchange of information and coin is polite," Syl says, rubbing two coins tantalizingly between his spindly fingers. "I'm looking for someone who might've wandered by. I've got no connection to 'em - just looking, you know? Right. Ostentatious clothing. Two of them, I believe, came wandering around here. Any clues you can entertain me with?"
A couple of patrons turn your way, about to tell you to shut the hells up, but the glitter of coin holds their words - instead, saying something else.
"That's why I didn't enter, because... Hey, wait!"
Almost running, the Eladrin followed the other elf inside the tabern rather annoyed. She stayed by his side with her arms crossed and observed the people inside. Trying to look intimidating so no one would attack them, she let a mage handpull down her hood before shaking her head to get her hair to a more comfortable and beautiful position.
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Discord: Vápni Jhonson - Half Orc Fey Wanderer-- Hiritos // Sun-Scales - Dragonborn Armorer-- The Breath of the Machine // Acidia Lavenus - Cabal-- Mass Effect: Last Hope
Umbría: Lena - Oni Abyssal Blodrager-- Journey to the West (Pathfinder 1e) // Karzar "Sawtooth" - Soldier-- When Stars Fall (Starfinder)
Face to Face: DM -- Deepspace & Dragons // Kar'Val - Dragonborn Draconic Sorcerer // Aust Liadon - Summoner--Muntsa's Draconic Adventure
"It smells almost as bad as a Hill Giant's Den in here." Bruvir commented in disgust. Deciding to handle things his own way, he walked past the elves speaking with a group of patrons at a table and went directly to the bar. Rapping his hammer against the countertop to draw the bartender's attention, he asked, "Looking for a funnily dressed man named Floon. Ritzy type. Seen someone like that recently?"
Avys, briefly distracted by the aura he sensed from Kasha, listens in on the group of discussing the abduction of Floon.. "Curious, were both Floon and the other man abducted or just the one? Could you tell what this other man looked like?" He pauses briefly crossing his arms as he ponders for a moment "If I remember correctly, the Zhentarim are known to have tattoos like this are they not? The logical step would be to cautiously investigate their establishment."
"Curious, were both Floon and the other man abducted or just the one? Could you tell what this other man looked like?"
"I'm not sure. It happened so fast.. Probably both, if you ask me."
Naumick groans, exits the shop and goes to where the shopkeep had said the men were taken. He searches the area for any clues. "Nothing is ever easy," he grumbles, eying his group of allies. "Should just do what I was sent her to do and be done with this place."
Inspector Detector Dwarf: 13
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
"Are we moving again?" Bruvir asked as he saw the dwarf exit the shop. "Was this detour actually useful or just a waste of time?" he grumbled
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"Nothing's a waste of time, so long as you're enjoying the time spent." Five attackers. Not too bad. Sounds like Zhentarim. "Well, Xoblob - thanks for the info. I'll stop in sometime." With a grin and wave, Sylivar trails from the store, ensuring the remainder of the party follows. He idly follows into the mentioned alleyway after his two smaller companions, casting a look around. Perception: 23
Avys ponders the group conversation... "additional information is always helpful, it's what we do with it that will make this time a waste or not. We now know who took him and that he wasn't alone, furthermore he was attacked by multiple people so that has value does it not? Let's tread carefully as we go deeper into this mission." He nods slightly towards the shop keep before making his way outside with the rest of the group, trailing slightly behind until they get to the alley. (I'll investigation check for when we get there since I won't be on much the rest of the afternoon) Investigation20
"Nothing is ever easy,"
"How true that issssss." Kasha whispers back closely into your ear.
"Was this detour actually useful or just a waste of time?" he grumbled
Kasha holds up her stuffed beholder. "Look!!!" she says, full of pride.
"Well, Xoblob - thanks for the info. I'll stop in sometime."
"Toodles!"
Hm. Nothing outside that would of indicated there was a scuffle. Must of been done cleanly and quickly.
"Maybe we should ask at that place, or something? The uh. Skoowered Draygon?"
Sylivar claps his hands, an expression of genuine joy on his face. "The Skewered Dragon? I've only been kicked out of there twice! Fairly good terms for someone like me." He ruffles a hand through his hair and readjusts some wrappings around his wrist. This part of town was rough. "Whether it's a detour or not, I fancy a drink." With a charming smile, Sylivar nimbly strides towards the bar, placing his quarterstaff horizontally behind his neck and lazily walking with both arms supported by the staff.
Kasha follows behind you, doing her best to imitate your walking style and swagger.
THE SKOOWERED DRAYGON
The Skewered Dragon faces an alley that runs between Net Street and Fillet Lane in the Dock Ward, not far from the Old Xoblob Shop. The Skewered Dragon looks like a ruin. Both of its front-facing windows are smashed, and a ship’s anchor is lodged in the roof. Through the windows, you can see a group of haggard patrons drinking from huge tankards. The current patrons look at all of us with disdain, and don't look like, in their current mood, that they're interested in talking to us.
"Fyoo." Kasha's nose wrinkles. "This place smells like bathroom."
Bruvir stared at the women for a long moment before moving forward past her without acknowledging her new toy. As he passed, one could here him mumbling something about "storms", "time" and "indignity" whenever he wasn't speaking in a foreign language.
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"Damn, this isn't a good sign"
Feliara muttered as she crossed her arms and stopped besides Kasha. After that she kicks with not too much strength a rock that was on the floor before sighing in despair. She knew what that looked meant and things were going to be either hard or expensive. Her pocket was almost empty and she was lucky to get 10 dragons from that odd guy. Luckily, between her charimsa and... Maybe Sylvar's? Maybe they were going to get out of there without too much trouble and a bit of information.
"So... What's the plan?"
Discord: Vápni Jhonson - Half Orc Fey Wanderer -- Hiritos // Sun-Scales - Dragonborn Armorer -- The Breath of the Machine // Acidia Lavenus - Cabal -- Mass Effect: Last Hope
Umbría: Lena - Oni Abyssal Blodrager -- Journey to the West (Pathfinder 1e) // Karzar "Sawtooth" - Soldier -- When Stars Fall (Starfinder)
Face to Face: DM -- Deepspace & Dragons // Kar'Val - Dragonborn Draconic Sorcerer // Aust Liadon - Summoner --Muntsa's Draconic Adventure
"Maybe we should ask one of these upstanding scholars and professors khkHKkhHK.." Kasha snorted in a stifled giggle, looking at today's afternoon customers.
"Tastes like it, too," Sylivar winks, recalling a time in his upstart days where he was knocked flat on the rather putrid ground. He grimaces at the thought.
Sylivar raises an eyebrow, his usual, slightly mocking smile tracing on his face. It's obvious he doesn't mean his teasings. "A bard entering a tavern without any idea of what to do? You surprise me, Feliara."
Sylivar swivels around and wastes no time in approaching whatever table seems to be the most occupied with gambling & drinking. The barkeep rolls their eyes as Sylivar immediately orders a drink - they knew what was coming - and Sylivar slides directly into whatever game of dice & dragons the gruff occupants are pretending to enjoy. He drums a knuckle on the table. "Gentlemen, gentlemen! Let's cut to the chase, shall we? I would offer a game as a formality, but we all know a proper exchange of information and coin is polite," Syl says, rubbing two coins tantalizingly between his spindly fingers. "I'm looking for someone who might've wandered by. I've got no connection to 'em - just looking, you know? Right. Ostentatious clothing. Two of them, I believe, came wandering around here. Any clues you can entertain me with?"
"Gentlemen, gentlemen! Let's cut to the chase, shall we? I would offer a game as a formality, but we all know a proper exchange of information and coin is polite," Syl says, rubbing two coins tantalizingly between his spindly fingers. "I'm looking for someone who might've wandered by. I've got no connection to 'em - just looking, you know? Right. Ostentatious clothing. Two of them, I believe, came wandering around here. Any clues you can entertain me with?"
A couple of patrons turn your way, about to tell you to shut the hells up, but the glitter of coin holds their words - instead, saying something else.
"How much you got there, mister fancy words?"
"That's why I didn't enter, because... Hey, wait!"
Almost running, the Eladrin followed the other elf inside the tabern rather annoyed. She stayed by his side with her arms crossed and observed the people inside. Trying to look intimidating so no one would attack them, she let a mage hand pull down her hood before shaking her head to get her hair to a more comfortable and beautiful position.
Discord: Vápni Jhonson - Half Orc Fey Wanderer -- Hiritos // Sun-Scales - Dragonborn Armorer -- The Breath of the Machine // Acidia Lavenus - Cabal -- Mass Effect: Last Hope
Umbría: Lena - Oni Abyssal Blodrager -- Journey to the West (Pathfinder 1e) // Karzar "Sawtooth" - Soldier -- When Stars Fall (Starfinder)
Face to Face: DM -- Deepspace & Dragons // Kar'Val - Dragonborn Draconic Sorcerer // Aust Liadon - Summoner --Muntsa's Draconic Adventure
"It smells almost as bad as a Hill Giant's Den in here." Bruvir commented in disgust. Deciding to handle things his own way, he walked past the elves speaking with a group of patrons at a table and went directly to the bar. Rapping his hammer against the countertop to draw the bartender's attention, he asked, "Looking for a funnily dressed man named Floon. Ritzy type. Seen someone like that recently?"
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"Maybe." the barkeep says, implying something. Like, nothing is free.
"Well why don't you tell me what you 'maybe' know..." Bruvir replied, shifting the positioning of his hammer a bit to make sure the man noticed it.
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"How about, instead, you MAYBE show me some dragons, tough guy. Loose lips aint free."