Fondak, again, sighs to himself, thinking, "Perhaps I overestimated this group..." He then leans forward, holding a hand up towards the half-giant fortune teller, and says, "No friend. The elf is the one. that they all revere.. Though you may be right. in that if she is taken out first. the group will fall apart.."
Brain whispers back "Let's see how this goes, but I'm good to split a private room among the lot of us so we can convene about our stratification efforts" he's either trying to sound intelligent or trying to sound overtly unintelligent
Hew whispers to his compatriots, having completely misread the situation:
"It appears the orc woman is their leader, and they all resent the half elf. Look how they ignore her. She must be the weak link. Perhaps we should tug at the dangling threads of their loyalty to this woman they clearly despise."
The pretty tiefling woman chuckles playfully. She winks at the half-elf, then suddenly hops on her chair. She puts two fingers in her mouth and whistles loudly enough that the rest of the bar patrons fall silent for the moment.
"The lad requests a song!" she exclaims to the crowd. The crowd applauds.
"Ah-ha!" says the tiefling. "But you lot aren't getting a free performance out of me. I have to sing for my supper. Or in this case, breakfast."
The crowd grumbles.
"Let the lad pass, Jehanne," the tiefling says to the half-orc. "Elsewise, he can't generously donate some coin to my collection."
"As you wish, Eumaxxanaria." Jehanne, the half-orc, bows politely, and steps aside to let Atem pass. The tiefling -- Eumaxxanaria -- picks up an empty bowl from her table and dangles it before Atem. There's an expectant look on her face.
Eurkan watches as the events unfold. He just hoped this wouldn't turn into a brawl. Always need to mend to the wounded after such events, but he hadn't many resources. He had a first-aid kit, but he didn't want to use it all up as well. Seeing the Tiefling with the complicated name helps to avert the trouble, however, he relaxes a bit. He looks, at the Half-Elf, though, trying to read her expression and, through it, her thoughts on the matter. He keeps quiet though.
Hew looks at Fondak seated next to him, considering his excruciatingly slow words. Perhaps he is right, Hew thinks. The half-elf could be the glue holding this crew together. He addresses Fondak in a hushed voice. "Either way, I believe it's time to extend an offer of friendship."
He stands, armor squeaking uncomfortably, takes one long stride toward the tiefling, and gingerly places five gold pieces in her bowl, making sure that the crowd in the tavern can clearly see his demonstration of generosity and wealth. "This should cover your breakfast, even if your tastes are as expensive as mine."He glances over each of the ladies in turn, smiling politely. The newfound group of companions at the table behind him can see his hand behind his back, slowly tracing a rune stitched in his armor. As Hew's appraising eyes land on the stoic half-elf, he gives her a conspiratorial (if somewhat off-putting) wink, and the stitched rune under his hidden hand flashes pink for a moment. [Hew casts Charm Person on the Half-Elf lady, DC 12 WIS]
He waves at her amicably, ignoring the cold stare from Jehanne, and walks back to his table. He pulls his chair out, and gestures towards it. "Please, come take my seat, my lady. If your friend--Eumaxxanaria, was it?--is worth the gold, surely you deserve the best seat in the house. And if she bores us all, maybe a complimentary reading with a renowned aquamancer will tickle your fancy instead."
This is only going to end badly, Brain thinks to himself, he excuses himself from the table and goes to seek lodging for the group while keeping an eye on his new „companions„ (using the under-quotes for air quotes)
Seeing the half-giant casting a spell at the elf sitting at the table, less discrete than Hew probably thinks of himself, Fondak takes a queue from the older man in the group who stepped away from the table. “This is a chance to see if I’m betting on the right bat…” he thinks to himself as he pushes his chair back from the group, staying close, but clearly giving some distance. Doing so he reaches inside his cloak, touching something hidden beneath, and asks his god for guidance, in case he should need it soon.
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21 identify charm spell (dc 16 arcana check with advantage)
Vexha continues to watch the situation with amusement. She recognizes the spell, and knows also there is a slim chance that spell will work on one with elvish blood. But will be interesting to watch regardless, as long as there isn’t a fight here. She’s ready to speak up to stop that from happening.
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Pushing back, and seeing the spell have no effect on the elf woman at the table, Fondak breathes a sigh of relief, but gives the woman a closer look to see if they've just made an enemy ((insight + guidance: 11+3 - mistyped the roll... should be a total of 18 including the guidance.)). He then says, "Hew. was it? Come have a seat.. Let us watch. the performance. from here.."
The waitress returns with Brunhelga's food, and she arranges the bowl, platter, and one of the two mugs before her just so. Holding the second mug, she looks toward where Brain had been sitting, but as he walks away, she shrugs and puts the mug in front of Vexha. "I ordered this for my brainy friend, but his loss is your gain." She grasps her spoon in a death grip and spoons some of the broth into her mouth. "So, how long do you think it will be before these meat heads get themselves killed?" she asks the wizard and scholar. "I wonder if that other team is looking for more members. We've got all the right parts."
Vexha seems as if she’s going to find Brain when Brunhelga hands her the drink. She gives a big smile .. “Thank you!... yes, hoping we save the battle for the Arena! No desire for a barroom brawl this morning. We seem a well balanced team- if we can keep everyone focused- I was just going to talk to Brain for a minute ...”
crisis averted, for now’ thinks Vexha. She goes to find Brain, who seems to be the leader of the little band- at least someone the dwarf respects... . ‘We need to be prepared for every contingency in this type of battle’ she thinks to herself. ‘Hey, contingency is not a bad name for a group!’
”Brain- after this song plays out, shall we gather the crew into a room for discussIons?” She says quietly.
Atem sized up Hew at his display of generosity, the corner of his mouth crooked into a smirk, as he did a slight bow like the gentlemen he was and stepped away. The goliath seemed so committed to buy a song from the tiefling, he decided it was not worth his competition anyway, he can always get performance elsewhere. For much cheaper.
"Please," he declares, if not somewhat sarcastically, "all gratitude to the benefactor."
Eumaxxanaria bows thankfully to Hew, a playful smirk forming on her lips. She jumps on her table, slings the mandolin into her hands, and begins a jaunty tune that tells the (almost certainly exaggerated) tale of her compatriots' many exploits. She has a rich, smoky singing voice that enthralls the entire audience, as she hops from table to chair to floor to bar and back again in a circuit about the barroom.
From the song's boastful lyrics, you learn the following things about Eumaxxanaria and her companions:
-- She goes by the nickname "Maxx." She seeks to do good in the world, but embraces her dark heritage as a reminder that evil is a choice, not a destiny.
-- Her adventuring party call themselves The Friendlies. They began as an off-shot of a thieves' guild, but quickly earned their independence.
-- The Friendlies have three rules: never steal from someone who doesn't deserve it; never start a fight (but always finish one); and never betray your own. They are seeking this job because a former member broke the third rule and ran off with all their gold.
-- The half-elf woman is named Sarai Ninefingers. In a moment of weakness, on the verge of death, she once made a pact with fiend, gaining magical powers but also a dark spot on her soul. She has worked all her life since to make amends for the wrongs she has done. Maxx considers Sarai her best friend in the world.
-- The half-orc woman is named Jehanne Auberjonois. She's the bastard daughter of a human noble and an orcish peasant, whose obsession with manners and cleanliness sometimes interferes with her work.
-- The rat-person goes by the name Whiskers. He comes from a race of creatures called zoogs. (Maxx includes a funny line in her song about how hard it is to improvise a word that rhymes with "zoog.") His tail has been cut down to a stub, an injury from before his time with The Friendlies that he refuses to talk about. He is a prankster and master of cruel traps, apparently like all his kind.
When her song is done, Maxx is greeted by rousing applause from the bar patrons, most of whom donate a copper or two to her collection bowl. She bows deeply, takes a seat back at her table, and tilts her mug in your party's direction, a toast of sorts that you take to mean, "your move."
"We seem to be outnumbering them," Eurkan says to those near him, "but they have history. They're probably coordinated, maybe they have tactics... Meanwhile, we're just a bunch of strangers who know nothing of each other. We should find somewhere private to discuss this matter. See where our strengths lie, where our weaknesses do. Get to know each other, perhaps." He looks at those who seem to be his future teammates. Some of them are already getting along, others not as much. "I'm ready to go when you all are."
Brain turns to Vexha "We sure as chiffon should, looks like a lot of talent with no direction. Let's give them a signpost and see if they can ask walk the same trail."
Assuming the room was available (still combing through posts) Brain will start trying to gather receive there.
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5
after the performance is over, Vexha smiles and gathers the group into the private room. She steps outside the room and says a word, a small desert owl appears on her shoulder. The owl hides and discretely watches and listens outside the room to ensue no spies.
after the performance is over, Vexha smiles and gathers the group into the private room. She steps outside the room and says a word, a small desert owl appears on her shoulder. The owl hides and discretely watches and listens outside the room to ensue no spies.
What was that roll for?
Lodging is on the 3rd floor. An attendant at a desk is on duty from daybreak to midnight to rent out rooms. Small rooms are furnished with only a simple bed; medium rooms contain a bed, a chest, and a small table; and large rooms contain two beds, a chest with a lock (DC 15), and a writing desk. Every door has a simple lock (DC 15).
after the performance is over, Vexha smiles and gathers the group into the private room. She steps outside the room and says a word, a small desert owl appears on her shoulder. The owl hides and discretely watches and listens outside the room to ensue no spies.
What was that roll for?
Lodging is on the 3rd floor. An attendant at a desk is on duty from daybreak to midnight to rent out rooms. Small rooms are furnished with only a simple bed; medium rooms contain a bed, a chest, and a small table; and large rooms contain two beds, a chest with a lock (DC 15), and a writing desk. Every door has a simple lock (DC 15).
Small room 1 sp Medium room 5 sp Large room 8 sp
(((That was my owl tying to hide to watch for spies lol. Ok we can get a large room for the meeting- unless we gave all of our money to the competition!))
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Fondak, again, sighs to himself, thinking, "Perhaps I overestimated this group..." He then leans forward, holding a hand up towards the half-giant fortune teller, and says, "No friend. The elf is the one. that they all revere.. Though you may be right. in that if she is taken out first. the group will fall apart.."
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Brain whispers back "Let's see how this goes, but I'm good to split a private room among the lot of us so we can convene about our stratification efforts" he's either trying to sound intelligent or trying to sound overtly unintelligent
LOL
The pretty tiefling woman chuckles playfully. She winks at the half-elf, then suddenly hops on her chair. She puts two fingers in her mouth and whistles loudly enough that the rest of the bar patrons fall silent for the moment.
"The lad requests a song!" she exclaims to the crowd. The crowd applauds.
"Ah-ha!" says the tiefling. "But you lot aren't getting a free performance out of me. I have to sing for my supper. Or in this case, breakfast."
The crowd grumbles.
"Let the lad pass, Jehanne," the tiefling says to the half-orc. "Elsewise, he can't generously donate some coin to my collection."
"As you wish, Eumaxxanaria." Jehanne, the half-orc, bows politely, and steps aside to let Atem pass. The tiefling -- Eumaxxanaria -- picks up an empty bowl from her table and dangles it before Atem. There's an expectant look on her face.
Insight: 18.
Eurkan watches as the events unfold. He just hoped this wouldn't turn into a brawl. Always need to mend to the wounded after such events, but he hadn't many resources. He had a first-aid kit, but he didn't want to use it all up as well. Seeing the Tiefling with the complicated name helps to avert the trouble, however, he relaxes a bit. He looks, at the Half-Elf, though, trying to read her expression and, through it, her thoughts on the matter. He keeps quiet though.
Insight again? 6.
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Hew looks at Fondak seated next to him, considering his excruciatingly slow words. Perhaps he is right, Hew thinks. The half-elf could be the glue holding this crew together. He addresses Fondak in a hushed voice. "Either way, I believe it's time to extend an offer of friendship."
He stands, armor squeaking uncomfortably, takes one long stride toward the tiefling, and gingerly places five gold pieces in her bowl, making sure that the crowd in the tavern can clearly see his demonstration of generosity and wealth. "This should cover your breakfast, even if your tastes are as expensive as mine." He glances over each of the ladies in turn, smiling politely. The newfound group of companions at the table behind him can see his hand behind his back, slowly tracing a rune stitched in his armor. As Hew's appraising eyes land on the stoic half-elf, he gives her a conspiratorial (if somewhat off-putting) wink, and the stitched rune under his hidden hand flashes pink for a moment. [Hew casts Charm Person on the Half-Elf lady, DC 12 WIS]
He waves at her amicably, ignoring the cold stare from Jehanne, and walks back to his table. He pulls his chair out, and gestures towards it. "Please, come take my seat, my lady. If your friend--Eumaxxanaria, was it?--is worth the gold, surely you deserve the best seat in the house. And if she bores us all, maybe a complimentary reading with a renowned aquamancer will tickle your fancy instead."
This is only going to end badly, Brain thinks to himself, he excuses himself from the table and goes to seek lodging for the group while keeping an eye on his new „companions„ (using the under-quotes for air quotes)
Seeing the half-giant casting a spell at the elf sitting at the table, less discrete than Hew probably thinks of himself, Fondak takes a queue from the older man in the group who stepped away from the table. “This is a chance to see if I’m betting on the right bat…” he thinks to himself as he pushes his chair back from the group, staying close, but clearly giving some distance. Doing so he reaches inside his cloak, touching something hidden beneath, and asks his god for guidance, in case he should need it soon.
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identify charm spell (dc 16 arcana check with advantage)
Vexha continues to watch the situation with amusement. She recognizes the spell, and knows also there is a slim chance that spell will work on one with elvish blood. But will be interesting to watch regardless, as long as there isn’t a fight here. She’s ready to speak up to stop that from happening.
The half-elf woman rolls with advantage...
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9
...and has no visible reaction to Hew's offer. She continues sipping her coffee.
Pushing back, and seeing the spell have no effect on the elf woman at the table, Fondak breathes a sigh of relief, but gives the woman a closer look to see if they've just made an enemy ((insight + guidance: 11+3 - mistyped the roll... should be a total of 18 including the guidance.)). He then says, "Hew. was it? Come have a seat.. Let us watch. the performance. from here.."
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The waitress returns with Brunhelga's food, and she arranges the bowl, platter, and one of the two mugs before her just so. Holding the second mug, she looks toward where Brain had been sitting, but as he walks away, she shrugs and puts the mug in front of Vexha. "I ordered this for my brainy friend, but his loss is your gain." She grasps her spoon in a death grip and spoons some of the broth into her mouth. "So, how long do you think it will be before these meat heads get themselves killed?" she asks the wizard and scholar. "I wonder if that other team is looking for more members. We've got all the right parts."
Vexha seems as if she’s going to find Brain when Brunhelga hands her the drink. She gives a big smile .. “Thank you!... yes, hoping we save the battle for the Arena! No desire for a barroom brawl this morning. We seem a well balanced team- if we can keep everyone focused- I was just going to talk to Brain for a minute ...”
crisis averted, for now’ thinks Vexha. She goes to find Brain, who seems to be the leader of the little band- at least someone the dwarf respects... . ‘We need to be prepared for every contingency in this type of battle’ she thinks to herself. ‘Hey, contingency is not a bad name for a group!’
”Brain- after this song plays out, shall we gather the crew into a room for discussIons?” She says quietly.
((Edits above after i saw Brunhelga’s post)))
Atem sized up Hew at his display of generosity, the corner of his mouth crooked into a smirk, as he did a slight bow like the gentlemen he was and stepped away. The goliath seemed so committed to buy a song from the tiefling, he decided it was not worth his competition anyway, he can always get performance elsewhere. For much cheaper.
"Please," he declares, if not somewhat sarcastically, "all gratitude to the benefactor."
Eumaxxanaria bows thankfully to Hew, a playful smirk forming on her lips. She jumps on her table, slings the mandolin into her hands, and begins a jaunty tune that tells the (almost certainly exaggerated) tale of her compatriots' many exploits. She has a rich, smoky singing voice that enthralls the entire audience, as she hops from table to chair to floor to bar and back again in a circuit about the barroom.
From the song's boastful lyrics, you learn the following things about Eumaxxanaria and her companions:
-- She goes by the nickname "Maxx." She seeks to do good in the world, but embraces her dark heritage as a reminder that evil is a choice, not a destiny.
-- Her adventuring party call themselves The Friendlies. They began as an off-shot of a thieves' guild, but quickly earned their independence.
-- The Friendlies have three rules: never steal from someone who doesn't deserve it; never start a fight (but always finish one); and never betray your own. They are seeking this job because a former member broke the third rule and ran off with all their gold.
-- The half-elf woman is named Sarai Ninefingers. In a moment of weakness, on the verge of death, she once made a pact with fiend, gaining magical powers but also a dark spot on her soul. She has worked all her life since to make amends for the wrongs she has done. Maxx considers Sarai her best friend in the world.
-- The half-orc woman is named Jehanne Auberjonois. She's the bastard daughter of a human noble and an orcish peasant, whose obsession with manners and cleanliness sometimes interferes with her work.
-- The rat-person goes by the name Whiskers. He comes from a race of creatures called zoogs. (Maxx includes a funny line in her song about how hard it is to improvise a word that rhymes with "zoog.") His tail has been cut down to a stub, an injury from before his time with The Friendlies that he refuses to talk about. He is a prankster and master of cruel traps, apparently like all his kind.
When her song is done, Maxx is greeted by rousing applause from the bar patrons, most of whom donate a copper or two to her collection bowl. She bows deeply, takes a seat back at her table, and tilts her mug in your party's direction, a toast of sorts that you take to mean, "your move."
"We seem to be outnumbering them," Eurkan says to those near him, "but they have history. They're probably coordinated, maybe they have tactics... Meanwhile, we're just a bunch of strangers who know nothing of each other. We should find somewhere private to discuss this matter. See where our strengths lie, where our weaknesses do. Get to know each other, perhaps." He looks at those who seem to be his future teammates. Some of them are already getting along, others not as much. "I'm ready to go when you all are."
Varielky
Brain turns to Vexha "We sure as chiffon should, looks like a lot of talent with no direction. Let's give them a signpost and see if they can ask walk the same trail."
Assuming the room was available (still combing through posts) Brain will start trying to gather receive there.
5
after the performance is over, Vexha smiles and gathers the group into the private room. She steps outside the room and says a word, a small desert owl appears on her shoulder. The owl hides and discretely watches and listens outside the room to ensue no spies.
What was that roll for?
Lodging is on the 3rd floor. An attendant at a desk is on duty from daybreak to midnight to rent out rooms. Small rooms are furnished with only a simple bed; medium rooms contain a bed, a chest, and a small table; and large rooms contain two beds, a chest with a lock (DC 15), and a writing desk. Every door has a simple lock (DC 15).
Small room 1 sp
Medium room 5 sp
Large room 8 sp
(((That was my owl tying to hide to watch for spies lol. Ok we can get a large room for the meeting- unless we gave all of our money to the competition!))