Blitz: The bartender, a lanky half-elf, smiles brightly over the bar at you. "Wintermarsh winery is just down the North Road," he replies. "What can I get you," he asks. "I have several of their vintages," he adds grinning.
Ranla: The hooded figure disappeared into the crowd, do you follow?
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It might be good to be at least familiar with their general standard of wine. Blitz tells himself.
“Can I have a glass of their most popular wine and perhaps your pointy ear? I’m trying to learn about the Wintermarshes. What can you tell me of the family?”
The half-elf obliges and pours a glass of wine pushing it towards you before leaning on the bar.
"They make a good wine," the half-elf replies with a smirk he then leans closer. "A funeral for the matriarch today is stirring up crowds in the Quadroads I hear," he adds.
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Moving into the crowd Ranla you just spot the hooded figure, they've move it the edge of the bazaar apart from the crowd but having joined a group of other hooded figures, you notice the others seem oddly small.
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Ranla approaches the group, but just close enough to be heard, not getting too close to all of them at once. "Wait, friend! You took off before I could ask my follow-up question."
Blitz the half-elf does not suppress a laugh that draws attention to him and you before he continues. "You are new," he says before moving away to serve another patron, a human that comes to the bar beside you and lingers by your side waiting for the bartender to get his drink.
Ranla "What's it worth," calls the same voice as the other hooded figures chuckle.
Zeek joins his half-orc companion, seeing her steering into the crowd, calling out to someone. Upon hearing the hooded figure's question, he walks closer, giving the impression that he is interested, to prevent the figure turning away again. Before he says anything however, Zeek is sizing up the figure.
Zeek would like to make an insight check/perception check, to determine what the figure expects in exchange for the information (OOC: I don't know which roll is more appropriate here, please pick whichever makes more sense).
Insight: 19
Perception: 23
OOC: Nat 20 on the perception roll, and it might not even count... my dice luck is odd
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Hearing the half-elf bartender laughing Krizarith notices that the noble dwarf is on the same stablisment as her. She left the table were she was getting a drink with two guards offduty with a wink and a smile and crosses the room and lean at the table at the dwarf's right side.
She wears a flourish hat, with some feathers on it, a white shirt under a red leather corsé that fits perfectly into her fit figure. She wears leather trousers and high boots, that seems to act as a second skin. Her red hair flows under her hat towards her shoulders. Her smile and the spark on her eyes capture the dwarf attention as she let her wine drink at the counter.
"Excuse me Sire " she says loud enough so the bartender and some of the patrons could hear her " You are Lord Blitz Thunderbrand, aren't you? But of course you are Mylord! " she opens her eyes as if she cannot believe it and quickly makes a reverence putting her hat off. " Allow me to present my respects to you Mylord. You probably don't remember Sire but I had the honor to make a little performance in your fine palace in Kraghammer some years ago.Krizarith Vanvoril is my name Sire. " she then turns to the bartender "One of the most fine palace I've ever seen in my life I can assure you! You don't know the honor that is to have a Thunderbrand in your stablishment! " she adds to the half-elf. She turns again towards Blitz "Please Mylord, allow me to invite you to my table " she points toward an occupied table and the three commoners on it gasp for the surprise on their drinks when they hear her. "I would love if you honor me telling the lastest news of Kraghammer " she adds as she moves towards the table. She let her drink on the table and smiled to one of the commoner and put one hand on his shoulder while the other one reaches out to one of his pockets as she keep a direct eye contact with him.
"Do you mind dear?" she says to him in low voice as she grabs a tissue of the man's pocket and with a flourish uses it to clean one chair before offering it to Blitz.
"Now boys, do you mid to give us some privacy, don't you? " she says returning the tissue to the man and helping one of them stand by pulling his chair. "Oh thank you thank you. Aren't you a charmer? " she says to other one of the men while they stand and goes looking for another spot to end their drinks, flatterned by the woman's words.
While she seats Blitz could see the violin case that she had on her back, secured by two leather bands around her body, one from the shoulder to the hip and another around her waist. She unshattle it and put the violin case in the table.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Lord Blitz. " she says in a normal conversation volume, this time directed only to the dwarf and her voice beign muffled by the noises and conversation of the wynery. "I understand that you are looking for Tobias Wintermash aren't you?"
Ru’ianna Darren disliked Vasselheim. There were too many guards, and everyone was so uptight. And yet... In a city so ruled by religion, sin was surprisingly easy to find.
The raven-haired pirate wore embroidered leathers that were far too fine for anyone of the lower class. She had won it in a game of cards years ago, and had decided that roses suited her. Captain Udonta had made fun of her for it, calling her their ‘delicate flower.’ She has punched him for that, and he had worn the black eye like a badge of honor.
It hadn’t stopped him from calling her a flower.
Now was not the time for maudlin memories of the past, however. She had a job to do.
Camped outside the Temple of Erathis, Ru’ianna had caught sight of them. Nessar has warned her of a few individuals, including the half-orc and human before her, telling her that they were on the same path. She hadn’t bothered with joining up with them before, as she figured that she would be able to move through the city with a tad more ease alone.
But a thief, however much she grows, always knows how to recognize her own kind. The human and the half-orc had unwittingly wandered right into a den of thieves; the hooded figures clearly were hustling them. By the Nine Hells, they had tried to pickpocket her when she had first arrived. Of course, they had quickly learned their lesson.
“I don’t think I would consider The Hoods friends,” Ru’ianna strode toward the gang, interrupting their conversation. “Well, unless you’re not attached to any of your belongings. Then I suppose they’d be quite nice to you.” The rogue looked pointedly at the hooded figures.
“Dibbler? Is that you?” She looked under one of the hoods. “Oh, mate, it’s been a while! How’s your hand doing? All of the bones heal alright? You know, I’ve always wondered what would happen if a broken bone was hit again before it had time to heal. Do you think it would break in the same place, or in a brand new one?” Ru’ianna beamed at the hoods, the threat hiding under layers of practiced charmed.
Ranla pocketed the gold coin, and placed a hand on the hilt of her sword. Not drawing it, but making sure everybody knew it was there. "Is that so? Then perhaps the payment for my question would be letting the lot of you leave with all your fingers. Who is this dead woman, really?"
"We don't want trouble from you again," the leader of the hooded figure replies their tone nervous. "We didn't know they were with you," the figure adds before waving off the others before slipping into the crowded bazaar behind them.
Just then trumpets sound as a funerary carriage appears parting the crowd ahead. It's presence pushing the crowd towards the party. The carriage is plain it's only ornament amulets of Erathis carved in it's sides. Its drawn by a set of plain brown horses and looks as plain as the Erathis temple on the outside. Trumpets sound again and the people now leaving the temple draw attention. A casket is carried by six middle-aged human blonde men flanked by a mix of veiled women leaving the temple. After the casket and family descends even more funeral goers leave the temple. These figures are various races. These mourners however are anything but modestly or reverently dressed.
“I’ll see you next time you ‘don’t want to cause trouble’!” Ru’ianna called after the retreating figures with a laugh. She turned back to he other two, lowering her voice to a whisper. “The Hoods know nothing. Well, nothing more than the usual rumors. Believe me, I’ve already... asked them.”
Blitz is a little shocked at this half-elf coming up to him. At first, he thinks she is going to take his coin purse. However, when she mentions her name Blitz suddenly remembers; The Violin Player. Her music was divine. He is shaken out of his stupor when she asks his a direct question.
"Truthfully my dear, I don't know much about whats happening in Kraghammer today. It takes a while to travel from there to here and its always changing. Oh, but yes I am looking for Tobias Wintermarsh, for personal reasons my dear, what can you tell me of him?"
Blitz says, happy to see a familiar, or as close to a familiar, face. You'd notice that his outfit has changed a little since Kraghammer. No longer is he wearing the standard regal wizarding robes but is instead wearing some hide armor and has a staff on his back along with a traveling pouch on his side.
“Oh but you do remember me!” She flushes “Thank you Mylord” she adds with a sincere smile.
She takes a sip of her wine before answering to Blitz in a lower voice so only he can hear her.
“Truth beign said is that I am also after his lead for some weeks now. I was contacted by this good looking guy, Nasser, and asked me to help him find Tobias and recover a box that had been misplaced into Wintermarsh’s hands. He had contacted me yesterday and told me that you were on board. It just a happy coincidence that we had met before, if at least briefly. “ she smiles and take another sip of her wine.
“So if you don’t mind Mylord, I humbly offer my skills to help you find Tobias “ Blitz can’t help but notice that she uses the other noble name with some familiarity.
Zeek before the hooded figures left no they didn't seem at all trustworthy. They were also muttering in a common but you didn't understand, it sounded like nonsense.
Frandal the guards eagerly oblige your request to move but stick close by hoping to be invited back to your table, throwing you and the dwarf curious looks as you continue to speak.
The tavern is getting busier by the hour.
Ranla, Zeek, and Ru the crowd is moving again as you see the casket being put into the carriage, the funeral procession is about to begin.
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“Well. That’s coincidentally good. I was working with another bard who left. We were hoping to gather some information on him. Check into his families winery, try to find what brothels and gambling halls he frequencies. We figured if we gathered some information about where he goes we can then run into him. Truthfully we’re hoping to get this box without harming the fellow.”
Blitz says as he continues to drink his own glass of wine. He might buy a bottle of it at some later time.
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Ranla, her interest piqued, calls out. "Wait, friend!" She flashes a silver coin. "Perhaps I asked the wrong question. Why is this woman so reviled?"
Ranla, Half-Orc Fighter 3 (Eldritch Knight) - In the Shadows of a Stone Titan
Blitz: The bartender, a lanky half-elf, smiles brightly over the bar at you. "Wintermarsh winery is just down the North Road," he replies. "What can I get you," he asks. "I have several of their vintages," he adds grinning.
Ranla: The hooded figure disappeared into the crowd, do you follow?
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
It might be good to be at least familiar with their general standard of wine. Blitz tells himself.
“Can I have a glass of their most popular wine and perhaps your pointy ear? I’m trying to learn about the Wintermarshes. What can you tell me of the family?”
The half-elf obliges and pours a glass of wine pushing it towards you before leaning on the bar.
"They make a good wine," the half-elf replies with a smirk he then leans closer. "A funeral for the matriarch today is stirring up crowds in the Quadroads I hear," he adds.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
OOC: Yes, I should have clarified that Ranla was following them into the crowd.
Ranla, Half-Orc Fighter 3 (Eldritch Knight) - In the Shadows of a Stone Titan
Blitz takes a sip. It is good wine.
”Shame to hear that. Why would her funeral being causing a stir? Are the Wintermarsh not well liked?”
Moving into the crowd Ranla you just spot the hooded figure, they've move it the edge of the bazaar apart from the crowd but having joined a group of other hooded figures, you notice the others seem oddly small.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Ranla approaches the group, but just close enough to be heard, not getting too close to all of them at once. "Wait, friend! You took off before I could ask my follow-up question."
Ranla, Half-Orc Fighter 3 (Eldritch Knight) - In the Shadows of a Stone Titan
Blitz the half-elf does not suppress a laugh that draws attention to him and you before he continues. "You are new," he says before moving away to serve another patron, a human that comes to the bar beside you and lingers by your side waiting for the bartender to get his drink.
Ranla "What's it worth," calls the same voice as the other hooded figures chuckle.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Zeek joins his half-orc companion, seeing her steering into the crowd, calling out to someone. Upon hearing the hooded figure's question, he walks closer, giving the impression that he is interested, to prevent the figure turning away again. Before he says anything however, Zeek is sizing up the figure.
Zeek would like to make an insight check/perception check, to determine what the figure expects in exchange for the information (OOC: I don't know which roll is more appropriate here, please pick whichever makes more sense).
Insight: 19
Perception: 23
OOC: Nat 20 on the perception roll, and it might not even count... my dice luck is odd
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Ranla, rethinking her previous offer, flashes a gold coin instead. "I also wouldn't mind knowing who I am talking to, friend."
Ranla, Half-Orc Fighter 3 (Eldritch Knight) - In the Shadows of a Stone Titan
Hearing the half-elf bartender laughing Krizarith notices that the noble dwarf is on the same stablisment as her. She left the table were she was getting a drink with two guards offduty with a wink and a smile and crosses the room and lean at the table at the dwarf's right side.
She wears a flourish hat, with some feathers on it, a white shirt under a red leather corsé that fits perfectly into her fit figure. She wears leather trousers and high boots, that seems to act as a second skin. Her red hair flows under her hat towards her shoulders. Her smile and the spark on her eyes capture the dwarf attention as she let her wine drink at the counter.
"Excuse me Sire " she says loud enough so the bartender and some of the patrons could hear her " You are Lord Blitz Thunderbrand, aren't you? But of course you are Mylord! " she opens her eyes as if she cannot believe it and quickly makes a reverence putting her hat off. " Allow me to present my respects to you Mylord. You probably don't remember Sire but I had the honor to make a little performance in your fine palace in Kraghammer some years ago.Krizarith Vanvoril is my name Sire. " she then turns to the bartender "One of the most fine palace I've ever seen in my life I can assure you! You don't know the honor that is to have a Thunderbrand in your stablishment! " she adds to the half-elf. She turns again towards Blitz "Please Mylord, allow me to invite you to my table " she points toward an occupied table and the three commoners on it gasp for the surprise on their drinks when they hear her. "I would love if you honor me telling the lastest news of Kraghammer " she adds as she moves towards the table. She let her drink on the table and smiled to one of the commoner and put one hand on his shoulder while the other one reaches out to one of his pockets as she keep a direct eye contact with him.
"Do you mind dear?" she says to him in low voice as she grabs a tissue of the man's pocket and with a flourish uses it to clean one chair before offering it to Blitz.
"Now boys, do you mid to give us some privacy, don't you? " she says returning the tissue to the man and helping one of them stand by pulling his chair. "Oh thank you thank you. Aren't you a charmer? " she says to other one of the men while they stand and goes looking for another spot to end their drinks, flatterned by the woman's words.
( Persuasion check in case is needed: 9 )
While she seats Blitz could see the violin case that she had on her back, secured by two leather bands around her body, one from the shoulder to the hip and another around her waist. She unshattle it and put the violin case in the table.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Lord Blitz. " she says in a normal conversation volume, this time directed only to the dwarf and her voice beign muffled by the noises and conversation of the wynery. "I understand that you are looking for Tobias Wintermash aren't you?"
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Ru’ianna Darren disliked Vasselheim. There were too many guards, and everyone was so uptight. And yet... In a city so ruled by religion, sin was surprisingly easy to find.
The raven-haired pirate wore embroidered leathers that were far too fine for anyone of the lower class. She had won it in a game of cards years ago, and had decided that roses suited her. Captain Udonta had made fun of her for it, calling her their ‘delicate flower.’ She has punched him for that, and he had worn the black eye like a badge of honor.
It hadn’t stopped him from calling her a flower.
Now was not the time for maudlin memories of the past, however. She had a job to do.
Camped outside the Temple of Erathis, Ru’ianna had caught sight of them. Nessar has warned her of a few individuals, including the half-orc and human before her, telling her that they were on the same path. She hadn’t bothered with joining up with them before, as she figured that she would be able to move through the city with a tad more ease alone.
But a thief, however much she grows, always knows how to recognize her own kind. The human and the half-orc had unwittingly wandered right into a den of thieves; the hooded figures clearly were hustling them. By the Nine Hells, they had tried to pickpocket her when she had first arrived. Of course, they had quickly learned their lesson.
“I don’t think I would consider The Hoods friends,” Ru’ianna strode toward the gang, interrupting their conversation. “Well, unless you’re not attached to any of your belongings. Then I suppose they’d be quite nice to you.” The rogue looked pointedly at the hooded figures.
“Dibbler? Is that you?” She looked under one of the hoods. “Oh, mate, it’s been a while! How’s your hand doing? All of the bones heal alright? You know, I’ve always wondered what would happen if a broken bone was hit again before it had time to heal. Do you think it would break in the same place, or in a brand new one?” Ru’ianna beamed at the hoods, the threat hiding under layers of practiced charmed.
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Ranla pocketed the gold coin, and placed a hand on the hilt of her sword. Not drawing it, but making sure everybody knew it was there. "Is that so? Then perhaps the payment for my question would be letting the lot of you leave with all your fingers. Who is this dead woman, really?"
Ranla, Half-Orc Fighter 3 (Eldritch Knight) - In the Shadows of a Stone Titan
"We don't want trouble from you again," the leader of the hooded figure replies their tone nervous. "We didn't know they were with you," the figure adds before waving off the others before slipping into the crowded bazaar behind them.
Just then trumpets sound as a funerary carriage appears parting the crowd ahead. It's presence pushing the crowd towards the party. The carriage is plain it's only ornament amulets of Erathis carved in it's sides. Its drawn by a set of plain brown horses and looks as plain as the Erathis temple on the outside. Trumpets sound again and the people now leaving the temple draw attention. A casket is carried by six middle-aged human blonde men flanked by a mix of veiled women leaving the temple. After the casket and family descends even more funeral goers leave the temple. These figures are various races. These mourners however are anything but modestly or reverently dressed.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
“I’ll see you next time you ‘don’t want to cause trouble’!” Ru’ianna called after the retreating figures with a laugh. She turned back to he other two, lowering her voice to a whisper. “The Hoods know nothing. Well, nothing more than the usual rumors. Believe me, I’ve already... asked them.”
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Blitz is a little shocked at this half-elf coming up to him. At first, he thinks she is going to take his coin purse. However, when she mentions her name Blitz suddenly remembers; The Violin Player. Her music was divine. He is shaken out of his stupor when she asks his a direct question.
"Truthfully my dear, I don't know much about whats happening in Kraghammer today. It takes a while to travel from there to here and its always changing. Oh, but yes I am looking for Tobias Wintermarsh, for personal reasons my dear, what can you tell me of him?"
Blitz says, happy to see a familiar, or as close to a familiar, face. You'd notice that his outfit has changed a little since Kraghammer. No longer is he wearing the standard regal wizarding robes but is instead wearing some hide armor and has a staff on his back along with a traveling pouch on his side.
“Oh but you do remember me!” She flushes “Thank you Mylord” she adds with a sincere smile.
She takes a sip of her wine before answering to Blitz in a lower voice so only he can hear her.
“Truth beign said is that I am also after his lead for some weeks now. I was contacted by this good looking guy, Nasser, and asked me to help him find Tobias and recover a box that had been misplaced into Wintermarsh’s hands. He had contacted me yesterday and told me that you were on board. It just a happy coincidence that we had met before, if at least briefly. “ she smiles and take another sip of her wine.
“So if you don’t mind Mylord, I humbly offer my skills to help you find Tobias “ Blitz can’t help but notice that she uses the other noble name with some familiarity.
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Zeek before the hooded figures left no they didn't seem at all trustworthy. They were also muttering in a common but you didn't understand, it sounded like nonsense.
Frandal the guards eagerly oblige your request to move but stick close by hoping to be invited back to your table, throwing you and the dwarf curious looks as you continue to speak.
The tavern is getting busier by the hour.
Ranla, Zeek, and Ru the crowd is moving again as you see the casket being put into the carriage, the funeral procession is about to begin.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
“Well. That’s coincidentally good. I was working with another bard who left. We were hoping to gather some information on him. Check into his families winery, try to find what brothels and gambling halls he frequencies. We figured if we gathered some information about where he goes we can then run into him. Truthfully we’re hoping to get this box without harming the fellow.”
Blitz says as he continues to drink his own glass of wine. He might buy a bottle of it at some later time.