Looking the red head over Xuix smiles shakes his head. "Na, holy men would not let me enjoy a few things I like. See I like to sample thinks from all over my travels. Some legal some not..."
Seven foot tall and bursting with muscle, the black dragonborn steps into the room in relative silence. Only the slight tap tap of his boots alerts the others to his entry. He is dressed in a simple brown sleeveless tunic and brown breeches. In the candlelight, it is hard to make out any fine details about his features; his scales seem to absorb the light rather than reflect it. Short white spikes adorn his cheekbones and neck. His most interesting feature are the ropelike tendrils which hang from his cheeks and jowls.
He walks up to stand beside the three. As he takes his last step, he plants his halberd on the floor beside him with a loud clunk. His free arm bends behind his back. He stands erect, his back very straight. Those watching him are immediately reminded of a soldier. He looks down and nods at each of the others. "You may call me Zmyth. According to ... Nasser, was it? You three can give me my orders." His voice is low and a bit gravelly. It betrays his age as more than what one might suspect from anyone so physically fit. His head returns to staring straight ahead, over the others' heads.
Xuix looks Zmyth over. Trying to see if any thing looks out if place about the Dragonborn. "Well my large friend. I am sure people want to swing weapons at you more then me. Make you a deal, you hold the front line and I can pick people off with some arrows." "Oh and point too doors for you to smash. As for orders.." Xuix looks over to the red head. "I am sure she is boss. Well I mean she is the one I want bossing me around anyways."
Kriz smiles at Xuix comment “wait until I start doing it before saying it” she winks.
”Nice to meet you Zmyth. I am Krizarith Vanvoril but you can call me Kriz. This is Lord Blitz Thunderbrand from Kraghammer. Don’t get him wrong. He is a noble, member of one of the Five Great Houses of Kraghammer. But he is ok. Now listen to me I will try to update you.” She takes another sip of her wine.
“We are to recover one object stolen from the boss of our kind benefactor, Lord Nasser. This object is a wooden box that a particcular spoiled man, called Tobias Wintermarsh, had misplaced among his belongind.
Now, in case you don’t know yesterday was the funeral of the matriarch of the Wintermarsh family, the late grandmother of Tobias. He threw a party, a particulary out of place one, and we managed to infiltrate us. Unfortunately we... didin’t stick to our original plan and one of our companions was discovered as to be a cleric, and that made Tobias jump and we had to get out of the place, with our friend staying in the dungeon for... a while. Now, it is not that I am agaisnt some degree of improvisation and adaptability in the plans, for the love of the Mother I love it!, but “ and here you both have the feeling that this words are not meant only for you “ ifyou feel the need to change our plan up entierly, at least give the rest of us a heads-up so we all can enjoy the fun. “ she motions her hand to some chairs so you can sit “ Now, we need to find Tobias again, but it is late and both Lord Thunderbrand and I had a rough night. What do you think if we meet here again in about 5 hours? “
( If I am not mistaken it must be 2-3 am. And we need a long rest.. )
Kriz sees how the dragoborn leaves almost as if her suggestion of going to sleep was an order. She looks back to Blitz, rolls her eyes, and empty her wine.
OOC: too right is it the wee hours which Nasser pent chatting up serval Hearty Haversack patrons to find the one's particularly suited for the task or at least he hopes so...
Everyone retires to their rooms waking in the morning fully rested, spells and hit points restored, to the smells of breakfast being cooked below.
How do you proceed?
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Xuix will go eat. And eat every thing he can get Into his fat belly. After the meal he sits with some coffee and a book or 3 reading till the rest are ready.
Looking Kriz over, Xuix smiles then grins. "Could have been better. My bed was a little cold. But Could have been worse." Xuix drinks some more coffee.
Hykie's head tavern maid comes over to warm up everyone's cup and to take breakfast orders. She's a stout and pretty human with brassy brown hair and a ready smile. She seems to admire Kriz most however....
"What'll be then gents and milady? Fresh eggs come in today but there's plenty of meats and a porridge I've made me self," Greta explains beaming.
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Blitz comes down the staricase freshly bathed and with his clothing looking clean.
“Good morning, Kriz. Gentlemen.” He says to his companions. “I’ll have some fresh eggs thank you.” He tells the maids.
“Now. I think we need to figure out our next step. Time is slowly ticking down. We need to know where Tobias has fled to now. I was thinking; Kriz did you happen to get the name of any of the other people at his dinner party last night. Maybe we can visit one of those fine people and get some information out of them.” Blitz offers.
“Tobias left without speaking with nobody. In fact is probably that he is very angry with Quinton, both for let us inside the party. He left in a hurry so I don’t think he tlak much with the guest. I think that Quinton or Gareth are our best options.”
“Probably.” Blitz responds and then says “I also had the idea of visiting the Wintermarsh estate. Going to offer my condolences and gather some info. After all, even though Kraghammer is far away WIntermarsh is a noble name and perhaps the news of her death has already spread there. Another noble house going to offer condolences cannot be that uncommon and maybe I’ll ask around about Tobias.” Blitz offers for the others to consider.
"I know non of these people but I will just stand there and observe and see what I can learn from body language and what not." Xuix smiles " Or if you wish I can stay here and eat. Either way I find today might be fun."
Zmyth returned downstairs at about the same time as Xiux and Blitz. Silently, he sat at the table with the others, nodding politely at Kriz's question and somehow managing to order a large meal (maybe not as large as Xiux's) without uttering hardly a word. As Zmyth eats, not participating in the discussion, Xiux notices small mannerisms which would indicate that the dragonborn is carefully following the conversation, despite his apparent total concentration on the meal before him.
OOC: Kriz can make a straight INT check to see if she managed to pick up any great details about the other guests at the party before Zeek's fumble. She was rather fixed on the uhmmm dinnerware....
The tavern is getting noisier with more people moving in. Hykie, the gnome proprietor, appears to and looks a little worse for wear. He's passing the table if anyone would like to speak to him.
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Looking the red head over Xuix smiles shakes his head. "Na, holy men would not let me enjoy a few things I like. See I like to sample thinks from all over my travels. Some legal some not..."
“That’s good. Remember if we ever are in front of Tobias we don’t have nothing to do with clerics. Tell me Does Nasser had told you our mission?”
PbP Character: A few ;)
As you guys are getting acquainted another figure enters the room, a another black dragonborn but looks nothing like Folk Canto.
OOC: Introduce yourself Dirtydog!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Seven foot tall and bursting with muscle, the black dragonborn steps into the room in relative silence. Only the slight tap tap of his boots alerts the others to his entry. He is dressed in a simple brown sleeveless tunic and brown breeches. In the candlelight, it is hard to make out any fine details about his features; his scales seem to absorb the light rather than reflect it. Short white spikes adorn his cheekbones and neck. His most interesting feature are the ropelike tendrils which hang from his cheeks and jowls.
He walks up to stand beside the three. As he takes his last step, he plants his halberd on the floor beside him with a loud clunk. His free arm bends behind his back. He stands erect, his back very straight. Those watching him are immediately reminded of a soldier. He looks down and nods at each of the others. "You may call me Zmyth. According to ... Nasser, was it? You three can give me my orders." His voice is low and a bit gravelly. It betrays his age as more than what one might suspect from anyone so physically fit. His head returns to staring straight ahead, over the others' heads.
Xuix looks Zmyth over. Trying to see if any thing looks out if place about the Dragonborn. "Well my large friend. I am sure people want to swing weapons at you more then me. Make you a deal, you hold the front line and I can pick people off with some arrows." "Oh and point too doors for you to smash. As for orders.." Xuix looks over to the red head. "I am sure she is boss. Well I mean she is the one I want bossing me around anyways."
Kriz smiles at Xuix comment “wait until I start doing it before saying it” she winks.
”Nice to meet you Zmyth. I am Krizarith Vanvoril but you can call me Kriz. This is Lord Blitz Thunderbrand from Kraghammer. Don’t get him wrong. He is a noble, member of one of the Five Great Houses of Kraghammer. But he is ok. Now listen to me I will try to update you.” She takes another sip of her wine.
“We are to recover one object stolen from the boss of our kind benefactor, Lord Nasser. This object is a wooden box that a particcular spoiled man, called Tobias Wintermarsh, had misplaced among his belongind.
Now, in case you don’t know yesterday was the funeral of the matriarch of the Wintermarsh family, the late grandmother of Tobias. He threw a party, a particulary out of place one, and we managed to infiltrate us. Unfortunately we... didin’t stick to our original plan and one of our companions was discovered as to be a cleric, and that made Tobias jump and we had to get out of the place, with our friend staying in the dungeon for... a while. Now, it is not that I am agaisnt some degree of improvisation and adaptability in the plans, for the love of the Mother I love it!, but “ and here you both have the feeling that this words are not meant only for you “ ifyou feel the need to change our plan up entierly, at least give the rest of us a heads-up so we all can enjoy the fun. “ she motions her hand to some chairs so you can sit “ Now, we need to find Tobias again, but it is late and both Lord Thunderbrand and I had a rough night. What do you think if we meet here again in about 5 hours? “
( If I am not mistaken it must be 2-3 am. And we need a long rest.. )
PbP Character: A few ;)
Zmyth nods, turns, and leaves the room. He has already secured his own room at the Hearty Haversack and heads for it.
Kriz sees how the dragoborn leaves almost as if her suggestion of going to sleep was an order. She looks back to Blitz, rolls her eyes, and empty her wine.
“Guess I see you in the morning then...”
PbP Character: A few ;)
OOC: too right is it the wee hours which Nasser pent chatting up serval Hearty Haversack patrons to find the one's particularly suited for the task or at least he hopes so...
Everyone retires to their rooms waking in the morning fully rested, spells and hit points restored, to the smells of breakfast being cooked below.
How do you proceed?
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Kriz is up early and unless there is anyone who doesn’t sleep, is waiting for them enjoying her breakfast.
“Good morning comrades! How have you spent the night?”
PbP Character: A few ;)
Xuix will go eat. And eat every thing he can get Into his fat belly. After the meal he sits with some coffee and a book or 3 reading till the rest are ready.
Looking Kriz over, Xuix smiles then grins. "Could have been better. My bed was a little cold. But Could have been worse." Xuix drinks some more coffee.
Hykie's head tavern maid comes over to warm up everyone's cup and to take breakfast orders. She's a stout and pretty human with brassy brown hair and a ready smile. She seems to admire Kriz most however....
"What'll be then gents and milady? Fresh eggs come in today but there's plenty of meats and a porridge I've made me self," Greta explains beaming.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Blitz comes down the staricase freshly bathed and with his clothing looking clean.
“Good morning, Kriz. Gentlemen.” He says to his companions. “I’ll have some fresh eggs thank you.” He tells the maids.
“Now. I think we need to figure out our next step. Time is slowly ticking down. We need to know where Tobias has fled to now. I was thinking; Kriz did you happen to get the name of any of the other people at his dinner party last night. Maybe we can visit one of those fine people and get some information out of them.” Blitz offers.
“Tobias left without speaking with nobody. In fact is probably that he is very angry with Quinton, both for let us inside the party. He left in a hurry so I don’t think he tlak much with the guest. I think that Quinton or Gareth are our best options.”
PbP Character: A few ;)
“Probably.” Blitz responds and then says “I also had the idea of visiting the Wintermarsh estate. Going to offer my condolences and gather some info. After all, even though Kraghammer is far away WIntermarsh is a noble name and perhaps the news of her death has already spread there. Another noble house going to offer condolences cannot be that uncommon and maybe I’ll ask around about Tobias.” Blitz offers for the others to consider.
"I know non of these people but I will just stand there and observe and see what I can learn from body language and what not." Xuix smiles " Or if you wish I can stay here and eat. Either way I find today might be fun."
Greta returns with orders and places them about the table. "Anything else," the cheerful tavern maid asks.
The tavern is fill up with regulars for the late breakfast, it's about 10 am now.
OOC: Y'all agree on then make a plan but more importantly FOLLOW IT, is my best suggestion.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Zmyth returned downstairs at about the same time as Xiux and Blitz. Silently, he sat at the table with the others, nodding politely at Kriz's question and somehow managing to order a large meal (maybe not as large as Xiux's) without uttering hardly a word. As Zmyth eats, not participating in the discussion, Xiux notices small mannerisms which would indicate that the dragonborn is carefully following the conversation, despite his apparent total concentration on the meal before him.
OOC: Kriz can make a straight INT check to see if she managed to pick up any great details about the other guests at the party before Zeek's fumble. She was rather fixed on the uhmmm dinnerware....
The tavern is getting noisier with more people moving in. Hykie, the gnome proprietor, appears to and looks a little worse for wear. He's passing the table if anyone would like to speak to him.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.