Kriz offers her glass of wine to her to cheer before drinking.
"Oh, believe me. I would love if we help each other... " she says just before drink a sip of the wine and look her directly in the eyes. " My trade? well I sing, and play some instruments, specially the violin, traveling from here to there, looking for good songs to add to my repertory as to cheer up the mood everywhere I go " she says tapping the case of her beloved violin.
"And yours dear? " she said looking at the violent pendant and asking to herself what could that be
Is there any roll I could make to identify that? or at least to recognize it?
"I think you can tell I'm an....entertainer of sorts too," the woman replies with a grin looking around the table as everyone chuckles.
Kriz you've seen this type of liquid before but never used it or been subjected too it. It looks very much like a draft of calm emotions which like the spell effects the drinkers emotions. Rarest of all you know of such potions is the emotion to be felt is brewed within in the drinker getting no save upon drinking the liquid! You however have NO idea which emotion it could be! Looking at the woman however, an aging beauty, you can only assume its either for amorous purposes or something more sinister...
OOC: Episode was GREAT!! Smut really DOES mean something in Mercer's world LOLZ....
"It's Zmyth, m'lady. The Dragonborn you picked up on the Golden Arce. There was a little ... disturbance downstairs, but we've squelched it. Unfortunately, we need to leave the inn. It isn't safe here anymore."
“I hope that before the evening is ended you and I could... entertain each other...” says Kriz at the woman ear almost whispering and leaning back again laughing with the rest...
"Three men in red were causing problems with the customers downstairs. The proprietor got spooked and has asked us to vacate." Zmyth pauses for a second. "Is everything ok in there?" He readies to break down the door.
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History: 12
”I do apologize. I obviously thought your place was the safest in town with these wards about. It seems I wasn’t entirely correct. When I return to Kraghammer I’ll have money sent here for your incovenence.”
Chuckling the older human woman beams at you Kriz.
"After my heart are you," she adds with a wink. "Why don't we take those winnings and get a drink," she adds moving away from the table towards a booth that she removed a velvet robe from to sit.
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"Where's Lord Thunderbrand," the older woman says her tone hard. "I wish to speak with him. I'm not coming out until then," she adds through the door, the door itself remains closed and locked.
Downstairs Hykie is looking over the red clad man who killed himself and the other cleaved on the floor.
"The one who got away has to be warning someone," Hykie adds. "I don't want to know what your trouble is but if there's a way to gt out of it I would," he explains with a frown.
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The woman grins at you Kriz. "Well, this is the first I've seen of you my dear," she explains smiles. "This is my place you see," she begins again gesturing around you both in the booth. "Hard one from years of ....toil," she adds with a laugh. "Oh, I'm Yelena by the way and you are," she asks next with a curiously lifted eyebrow.
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Zmyth turns and heads back to the tavern. Walking through, heading for the front door — without looking in Blitz's direction — Zmyth says, "She won't come out unless you're there, Dwarf. I'll be outside watching for more trouble." He exits the tavern, slamming the door behind him.
Standing just outside the door, Zmyth tenses and releases his fists a few times, attempting to calm his breathing, before taking a couple steps into the street and looking around.
“Krizarith Vanvoril at your service “ she says with a smile “Oh it’s normal that you hadn’t heard of me I just recently came to Vasselheim, I’ve been in other parts of Exandria but it’s my first time in the oldest city of all. I hope that after tonight you remember my name...” she winks again. “So this is your place? It’s impressive Yelena... I must say that, for a city that doesn’t look with good eyes the use of magic, it’s the second place that I’ve found in the city that had an enchanment on it “ she smiles “ hadn’t you have any problems with it? “
Zmyth you see the patrons from before talking to a group of bastions coming towards the tavern. The bastion have pulled arms and the way the one man is gesturing you're sure they're ready for a fight! One of the men is gesturing at you now and the look on his face is not one of gratitude.
"He's one of them," the man exclaims. "Cleaved a man in half right before my eyes," he adds gesturing at you but staying behind the three bastion guards.
One blonde female human wielding a longsword, one lanky red haired male half-elf wielding an axe, and one green female half-orc holding a spear. The female human is taking point it seems as they approach.
"That's enough," the blonde human woman says gesturing for Hykie's patron to leave them as they approach you. "Go home and we'll take care of this," she adds moving up to you but stopping 10ft away eyeing your halberd with some concern. "Sounds like you've had some trouble this evening," the human calls out to you in common but before you can answer the other bastions weigh in.
The half-orc looks tense under her scale mail. They are all wearing scale mail and their tunics and cloaks are made with yellows, greens, and reds representing the Abundance Terrace.
"Seems like trouble to me," the half-orc says curtly looking at you wearily as the dwarf sighs loudly giving you a unconcerned look.
"Hykie's inside no doubt handled it himself," the half-elf says in a gruff tone disregarding his companions worry. "This dragonborn is probably the new bouncer McCreedy," he calls out speaking to the human woman who nods but never takes her eyes off you awaiting your reply to her question.
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"My patron's don't talk," Yelena replied curtly. "I mean it's virtually impossible to but you seem clever enough to have beat my enchantment you sly elf even if you're only half," she adds. "Most people just submit I guess. Working in the field as we do constantly pleasing others sometime it's hard just to relax and...please yourselves," she says with a smirk. "What brings you to Vasselheim and my doorstep," she asks next curiously as she sips her wine.
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“Oh you have a nice place here, that’s for sure. “ he says taking a sip from her wine.
“I guess that I’ve so stressed this whole time with all the Wintermarsh affair and all of that, that even in this lovely place I couldn’t let myself go... “ she mentions the name not making it the most important part of the sentence, but if it was something casual but she is very sharp at Yelena’s response to it.
Zmyth knocks politely.
Kriz offers her glass of wine to her to cheer before drinking.
"Oh, believe me. I would love if we help each other... " she says just before drink a sip of the wine and look her directly in the eyes. " My trade? well I sing, and play some instruments, specially the violin, traveling from here to there, looking for good songs to add to my repertory as to cheer up the mood everywhere I go " she says tapping the case of her beloved violin.
"And yours dear? " she said looking at the violent pendant and asking to herself what could that be
Is there any roll I could make to identify that? or at least to recognize it?
PbP Character: A few ;)
OOC: a general intelligence check but the DC is pretty high. Also...
It's Thursday!!!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Life is for the bold!: Intelligence check: 19
Yay! Today’s episode seems to be interesting.
PbP Character: A few ;)
"What's going on out there," the old woman's voice comes from behind the odor. "Who is this," she adds next her tone upset.
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"I think you can tell I'm an....entertainer of sorts too," the woman replies with a grin looking around the table as everyone chuckles.
Kriz you've seen this type of liquid before but never used it or been subjected too it. It looks very much like a draft of calm emotions which like the spell effects the drinkers emotions. Rarest of all you know of such potions is the emotion to be felt is brewed within in the drinker getting no save upon drinking the liquid! You however have NO idea which emotion it could be! Looking at the woman however, an aging beauty, you can only assume its either for amorous purposes or something more sinister...
OOC: Episode was GREAT!! Smut really DOES mean something in Mercer's world LOLZ....
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"It's Zmyth, m'lady. The Dragonborn you picked up on the Golden Arce. There was a little ... disturbance downstairs, but we've squelched it. Unfortunately, we need to leave the inn. It isn't safe here anymore."
"Wha...what sort of disturbance? The dwarf said we'd be safe here," she adds but does not unlock the door for you just yet.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
“I hope that before the evening is ended you and I could... entertain each other...” says Kriz at the woman ear almost whispering and leaning back again laughing with the rest...
Persuasion if needed:14
PbP Character: A few ;)
"Three men in red were causing problems with the customers downstairs. The proprietor got spooked and has asked us to vacate." Zmyth pauses for a second. "Is everything ok in there?" He readies to break down the door.
Strength (if needed): 21
History: 12
”I do apologize. I obviously thought your place was the safest in town with these wards about. It seems I wasn’t entirely correct. When I return to Kraghammer I’ll have money sent here for your incovenence.”
Blitz says as he studies the symbol on the cloak
Chuckling the older human woman beams at you Kriz.
"After my heart are you," she adds with a wink. "Why don't we take those winnings and get a drink," she adds moving away from the table towards a booth that she removed a velvet robe from to sit.
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"Where's Lord Thunderbrand," the older woman says her tone hard. "I wish to speak with him. I'm not coming out until then," she adds through the door, the door itself remains closed and locked.
Downstairs Hykie is looking over the red clad man who killed himself and the other cleaved on the floor.
"The one who got away has to be warning someone," Hykie adds. "I don't want to know what your trouble is but if there's a way to gt out of it I would," he explains with a frown.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Insight into if something seems (sounds) fishy: 2
Kriz follows the woman to the booth after order a couple of drinks.
She offers a toast
”For friendship and the pursuing of hearts...” she says smiling. “Tell me, how it could be that I didn’t listen of this place before?”
PbP Character: A few ;)
Zmyth you don't hear anything through the door expect the sounds of her pacing, possible.
"Lord Thunderbrand," the old woman then calls out.
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The woman grins at you Kriz. "Well, this is the first I've seen of you my dear," she explains smiles. "This is my place you see," she begins again gesturing around you both in the booth. "Hard one from years of ....toil," she adds with a laugh. "Oh, I'm Yelena by the way and you are," she asks next with a curiously lifted eyebrow.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Zmyth turns and heads back to the tavern. Walking through, heading for the front door — without looking in Blitz's direction — Zmyth says, "She won't come out unless you're there, Dwarf. I'll be outside watching for more trouble." He exits the tavern, slamming the door behind him.
Standing just outside the door, Zmyth tenses and releases his fists a few times, attempting to calm his breathing, before taking a couple steps into the street and looking around.
Perception: 18
“Krizarith Vanvoril at your service “ she says with a smile “Oh it’s normal that you hadn’t heard of me I just recently came to Vasselheim, I’ve been in other parts of Exandria but it’s my first time in the oldest city of all. I hope that after tonight you remember my name...” she winks again. “So this is your place? It’s impressive Yelena... I must say that, for a city that doesn’t look with good eyes the use of magic, it’s the second place that I’ve found in the city that had an enchanment on it “ she smiles “ hadn’t you have any problems with it? “
PbP Character: A few ;)
Zmyth you see the patrons from before talking to a group of bastions coming towards the tavern. The bastion have pulled arms and the way the one man is gesturing you're sure they're ready for a fight! One of the men is gesturing at you now and the look on his face is not one of gratitude.
"He's one of them," the man exclaims. "Cleaved a man in half right before my eyes," he adds gesturing at you but staying behind the three bastion guards.
One blonde female human wielding a longsword, one lanky red haired male half-elf wielding an axe, and one green female half-orc holding a spear. The female human is taking point it seems as they approach.
"That's enough," the blonde human woman says gesturing for Hykie's patron to leave them as they approach you. "Go home and we'll take care of this," she adds moving up to you but stopping 10ft away eyeing your halberd with some concern. "Sounds like you've had some trouble this evening," the human calls out to you in common but before you can answer the other bastions weigh in.
The half-orc looks tense under her scale mail. They are all wearing scale mail and their tunics and cloaks are made with yellows, greens, and reds representing the Abundance Terrace.
"Seems like trouble to me," the half-orc says curtly looking at you wearily as the dwarf sighs loudly giving you a unconcerned look.
"Hykie's inside no doubt handled it himself," the half-elf says in a gruff tone disregarding his companions worry. "This dragonborn is probably the new bouncer McCreedy," he calls out speaking to the human woman who nods but never takes her eyes off you awaiting your reply to her question.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"My patron's don't talk," Yelena replied curtly. "I mean it's virtually impossible to but you seem clever enough to have beat my enchantment you sly elf even if you're only half," she adds. "Most people just submit I guess. Working in the field as we do constantly pleasing others sometime it's hard just to relax and...please yourselves," she says with a smirk. "What brings you to Vasselheim and my doorstep," she asks next curiously as she sips her wine.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
“Oh you have a nice place here, that’s for sure. “ he says taking a sip from her wine.
“I guess that I’ve so stressed this whole time with all the Wintermarsh affair and all of that, that even in this lovely place I couldn’t let myself go... “ she mentions the name not making it the most important part of the sentence, but if it was something casual but she is very sharp at Yelena’s response to it.
Insight if needed: 10
PbP Character: A few ;)
Blitz let’s out a sigh before going upstairs and knocking on the door
“My Lady. We must leave. Our locations has been compromised and it’s no longer safe here.”