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Sweeps lifts himself up from the table and shuffles to the bar "Whiskey, and the stew, if you please." He slides 3 coppers over to the bartender and returns to his seat. He will take a short rest while he nurses his drink and eats the stew, looking for a nice piece of the meat to share with Chewy. "Where to next? The harbor, or do we scour the Field Ward for this magical crow?"
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Chewy remains alert to their surroundings but eyes widen endearingly at Sweeps as he passes a piece of meat down to him happily chomping it down.
Sunny seats herself with her Shell facing the closest wall and in the sturdiest chair she sees to suit her sizable Tortle stature. She eats heartily of the stew quite hungry after their ordeal and looks to the waiter on the next pass offering another few copper, "Should you be able to find me another helping, I'd be grateful." She asks having passed any pieces of meat or vegetable down to Chewy subtly. She sits a little awkwardly, unfamiliar with this area of town keeping aware of everything around her but looking at the group at the table.
Deducted the additional copper from her sheet. Using a HD for her short rest. 12 of healing
Gabriel eats hungrily, pausing to swallow and wipe his mouth with a napkin before answering Sweeps. "I think we should head to the harbour, maybe someone with knowledge of these religions will provide clues to aid our search for the crow - or our culprits"
As Gabriel speaks, Sunny realizes that she didn't answer Sweeps' question being focused on Chewy.
"Whatever we do, we should do it quick. The creature came from this region at least but we might not know what to do with it if we find it. Maybe the Harbor is the best choice."
As you pay for your meal coin is exchanged as necessary and you take place in one of the tables. The barkeeper takes out six mugs and starts filling them. In three of them he puts a dark brown whisky with a strong smell. Another one with ale.
“Just the lady wants a bed? By the way, what do you want for drink?” He asks pointing to Sunny and Sylvio, before turning a mug of whisky in a single go. “Oi, Moira, heat the broth! I need five bowls!” He shouts in the direction of the kitchen.
“What? I’m busy doing the dinner now!” Answers a woman, as loud as the barkeeper and at least twice as annoyed.
“Say that to the clients!” He says almost in a monotone. You gather that this kind of discussion is a common occurrence there. This tavern is not exactly the place when the Staff follows a protocol or worry about manners. ”And bring extra bones, they got a dog with them!”
“A dog? Did you say they got a ******* dog?” Correction, this tavern is definitely not place when the Staff worry about manners. “Lathander’s bright shit.” She answered amidst the sound of pans beating against… Something.
“It’ll be here in a moment.” the barkeeper says serving Sunny's, Gabriel’s and Sweep’s drink. The whisky is more alcohol than anything else, you can taste and smell as much. It is definitely the cheap, low quality kind of beverage that one only chooses to have when unable to afford for anything better, which would be anything, really, or looking to get really drunk.
A few minutes later a woman comes from the kitchen. A young-looking dwarf, which given her race probably mean she’s around forty, with long ginger hair. Her cheeks covered by respectable sideburns. Along her head and beard you can spot ornamental braids. She carried a tray with five bowels of stew and skillfully put it in your tables, just before getting back to the kitchen. As she does the barkeeper deliveries Amadi's ale, a bland tasting drink. The food itself barely had any taste to it and even if your lives depended on that you wouldn’t be able what kind of meat was used in making. Mayhap that is for the better. Either way, every bow carries a bone or two with some piece of sinew meat. All together they could make for a decent-ish meal for Chewy.
Amadi takes a drink and sets into his bowl. Both are bland but plateable and fill the belly. So be it.
"I agree Gabriel. The harbor first." he says between spoonful's of stew, "I have a feeling that crow will find us before we find it. That may give us a clue if we can see what direction it comes from."
Gabriel's fingers clench instinctively at the slur invoking Lathander's name, but is aware enough to let it pass. The bartender seems ignorant enough in its usage and the Morninglord would be served no better if his acolyte was slain defending his honour in such a way. He resolves to discuss this with his...advisor next time they speak, maybe they can offer some guidance on how to handle such situations.
When the food arrives he eats politely, dropping his bone to the floor for Chewy to enjoy.
Sylvio indicates he wants the ale and sits and drinks quietly. Thinking about the events of the day and how they can possibly elude the searches going on for them… while clearing their names.
"Looking about the table, maybe not the room." Then adds, "You have quite the volume of clientele here, I'm sure someone else could use it." Sunny responds when he asks if she's the only one for a room, not asking for a refund thinking it a juggle between rude and inappropriate.
Enjoying the stew despite its flavor, for its been a bit since they've eaten, she passes the bone down to Chewy as well as the meaty piece patting him. "You're a good boy, she's not used to good dogs."
Eyes widening a little at the new consideration that the Crow would likely hunt them down first, she thinks maybe its best they be out of here sooner than later. "How well do you all know the harbor? I've spent most of my time in the Guild house."
Then looking over to Gabriel's clenched hands at the slur, she grins. "Who knows, Lathandar's shit might be bright?" She says with a smirk. "Seems a casual ignorant remark, she probably doesn't know any better." Then seeing him drop a bone to Chewy, nods a thank you.
Sylvio finishes brooding and leans into the table to be closer to his companions and whispers, “Sylvio does not-a think the crow will-a be coming for us here-a. The crow came-a to that place again, and again, and again-a! It-a was drawn to that-a place and maybe not-a to us at all? No Sylvio is-a not worried about-a the bird finding us-a…. He is-a more worried about-a finding the bird-a.”
He looks at each of you before continuing “Did-a any of you notice where-a that bird was coming from-a? The field ward-a, yes, but-a which part of-a the field ward-a? Sylvio does-a not understand why-a you want to-a go to the harbor.”
Sweeps slurps as he noisily finishes his soup and places the empty bowl back on the table. “The healer here” he motions toward Gabriel “has tales ofoutsiders from across the sea that may hold some information around these strange rituals and deaths. The harbor would be the best place to find that information.” Sweeps shrugs his shoulders “Sailors talk more than crows. We can always return here later to seek out the bird. But we should be on our way soon, the day grows long."
Sunny looks towards the door as another group of people comes in gaging the light behind them and tracking the time of day as their conversation unfolds. Hoping silently that Sylvio is right about the Crow not troubling the people here seeking her out again.
As Sweeps directs attention to Gabriel, she tries to recall some of their talk of fours and peoples in port. Keeping aware of the normal activities of the tavern environment watching for shifts in attentions as the locals would be first to notice anything unusual.
Gabriel shrugs with acceptance at Sunny's interjection. He finishes his drink and checks his pack. "I am ready to head to the harbor; let's pull on some threads"
Sylvio thinks back to the time in the magical mansion and the window looking down onto the field ward. It was busy with the fighting and trying to survive but he tries to remember where the bird came from 9 Investigation
Sunny stands with the others as Chewy chomps along at the bones, watching as he tries to decide which to bring along, she tucks a couple in a pouch on her belt as he chooses the bigger one saving them for him to pass down as they go. Following the group out back to the street, she tries to recall the names of the two they'd discussed earlier.
the relation to the number four with death in the oriental cultures of Wa and Kozakura, and that he could find people from either of these lands in the port.
the crow seemed to affect the tortle, wounding her in a manner so similar to that the dead children seem to have suffered. The number behind the killings and its significance for the cultures of the far orient and where one could gather more information about it.
As he moves into the street with the others, Sweeps looks around the Field Ward, searching for a familiar landmark or point of reference that he could use to determine where the crow originated during the earlier attacks. It may be useful to come back to later. Perception 7.
“I still say we visit the harbor first to find out more information about these rituals. If the number 4 is significant there could still be another murder ahead. We may also find out more about the crow."
In the discretion of the nameless tavern the five adventures find a moment of respite. They treat their wounds, regain some of their strength and finish a meal. Not a particularly appetizing one but functional, enough to fill their bellies and give some energy. They wash the watery taste from their mouths with the cheap alcohol and discuss their next step. Sylvio questions the nature of the crow like entity that they faced in the Magnificent Mansion, but a few hour earlier and the possibility of going to the harbor. The elf did not see reason in there, and Sweeps points towards Gabriel’s early mention of Wa and Kozakura, of how tales of those distant lands could inform the party about their foe. The aasimar himself speaks, declaring to be ready for the harbor and Amadi remembers one thing in specific, the persistent occurrence of the number 4 in those strange, ritualistc deaths they now had to investigate. Sunny follow in silence, after getting the bones given to her animal companion, Chewy. The mastiff looks particularly delighter as she put the osseous matter in a pouch on her belt.
As they leave this refuge, if one could call it so, the rogue dive into his thoughts, trying to remember the view from the oubliette. It was the Field Ward, sure, but which part of it? He tried, persisted, but despite of his best efforts Scarpaldi failed to pin point the exact location where that creature stood. A little bit of frustration takes hold of him as they make their way through the Fieldway.The unpaved and muddy street was crowded, full of noise and foul smelling. The odor of slaughter-houses, tanneries, and waste assaults the group and they walk south, towards the Upper Towers, the gate area connected to the North Ward.
Beyond the hustle and bustle of the metropolis, the group find no sign whatsoever of persecution. Everything that happened at the Gundwynd Villa stayed at the Gundwynd Villa, what by itself hinted that whatever the guards wished to do with Gabriel and Amadi was far outside of the Law. Hours had passed by when they arrived at the Dock Ward. In his writings Elminster, the Sage of Shadowdale, once regarded the place as a riotous, nigh-perpetual brawl that covers entire acres, interrupted only by small buildings, intermittent trade businesses, an errant dog or two, and a few brave watchguards, who manage to keep the chaos from spreading beyond the docks; the whole lot wallowing in the stench of rotting fish. By the gods, did his words make justice to the area.
Fortunately for the adventures, they needed to travel but a few meters of such acres in order to find the harbor - a world in its own. A melting pot of different tongues and accents, races and ships.
Notes: You have arrived at the port and there is still no sign of twilight, although you take that it is not for long. No perception check was required because both Amadi and Sunny have a passive perception of 16, which is higher than I would ask in a Perception Check to see if someone is following/paying particular attention to the party. Everyone who didn't it already, take a short rest. The docks are yours, what would you like to do?
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Sweeps lifts himself up from the table and shuffles to the bar "Whiskey, and the stew, if you please." He slides 3 coppers over to the bartender and returns to his seat. He will take a short rest while he nurses his drink and eats the stew, looking for a nice piece of the meat to share with Chewy. "Where to next? The harbor, or do we scour the Field Ward for this magical crow?"
(Spending 3 hit die for the short rest: 31 )
Chewy remains alert to their surroundings but eyes widen endearingly at Sweeps as he passes a piece of meat down to him happily chomping it down.
Sunny seats herself with her Shell facing the closest wall and in the sturdiest chair she sees to suit her sizable Tortle stature. She eats heartily of the stew quite hungry after their ordeal and looks to the waiter on the next pass offering another few copper, "Should you be able to find me another helping, I'd be grateful." She asks having passed any pieces of meat or vegetable down to Chewy subtly. She sits a little awkwardly, unfamiliar with this area of town keeping aware of everything around her but looking at the group at the table.
Deducted the additional copper from her sheet. Using a HD for her short rest. 12 of healing
Gabriel eats hungrily, pausing to swallow and wipe his mouth with a napkin before answering Sweeps. "I think we should head to the harbour, maybe someone with knowledge of these religions will provide clues to aid our search for the crow - or our culprits"
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As Gabriel speaks, Sunny realizes that she didn't answer Sweeps' question being focused on Chewy.
"Whatever we do, we should do it quick. The creature came from this region at least but we might not know what to do with it if we find it. Maybe the Harbor is the best choice."
As you pay for your meal coin is exchanged as necessary and you take place in one of the tables. The barkeeper takes out six mugs and starts filling them. In three of them he puts a dark brown whisky with a strong smell. Another one with ale.
“Just the lady wants a bed? By the way, what do you want for drink?” He asks pointing to Sunny and Sylvio, before turning a mug of whisky in a single go. “Oi, Moira, heat the broth! I need five bowls!” He shouts in the direction of the kitchen.
“What? I’m busy doing the dinner now!” Answers a woman, as loud as the barkeeper and at least twice as annoyed.
“Say that to the clients!” He says almost in a monotone. You gather that this kind of discussion is a common occurrence there. This tavern is not exactly the place when the Staff follows a protocol or worry about manners. ”And bring extra bones, they got a dog with them!”
“A dog? Did you say they got a ******* dog?” Correction, this tavern is definitely not place when the Staff worry about manners. “Lathander’s bright shit.” She answered amidst the sound of pans beating against… Something.
“It’ll be here in a moment.” the barkeeper says serving Sunny's, Gabriel’s and Sweep’s drink. The whisky is more alcohol than anything else, you can taste and smell as much. It is definitely the cheap, low quality kind of beverage that one only chooses to have when unable to afford for anything better, which would be anything, really, or looking to get really drunk.
A few minutes later a woman comes from the kitchen. A young-looking dwarf, which given her race probably mean she’s around forty, with long ginger hair. Her cheeks covered by respectable sideburns. Along her head and beard you can spot ornamental braids. She carried a tray with five bowels of stew and skillfully put it in your tables, just before getting back to the kitchen. As she does the barkeeper deliveries Amadi's ale, a bland tasting drink. The food itself barely had any taste to it and even if your lives depended on that you wouldn’t be able what kind of meat was used in making. Mayhap that is for the better. Either way, every bow carries a bone or two with some piece of sinew meat. All together they could make for a decent-ish meal for Chewy.
Notes: This our dwarf maiden - https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ec/21/ee/ec21eed35ba919162dfef41a7b92d530.jpg and the way she was called was a reference to the Scottish Pokémon Trainer meme. Had to do.
@Jynne: Precisely. 6cp for bed, food and drink.
Amadi takes a drink and sets into his bowl. Both are bland but plateable and fill the belly. So be it.
"I agree Gabriel. The harbor first." he says between spoonful's of stew, "I have a feeling that crow will find us before we find it. That may give us a clue if we can see what direction it comes from."
Gabriel's fingers clench instinctively at the slur invoking Lathander's name, but is aware enough to let it pass. The bartender seems ignorant enough in its usage and the Morninglord would be served no better if his acolyte was slain defending his honour in such a way. He resolves to discuss this with his...advisor next time they speak, maybe they can offer some guidance on how to handle such situations.
When the food arrives he eats politely, dropping his bone to the floor for Chewy to enjoy.
Sylvio indicates he wants the ale and sits and drinks quietly. Thinking about the events of the day and how they can possibly elude the searches going on for them… while clearing their names.
when the stew arrives he eats quietly as well.
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"Looking about the table, maybe not the room." Then adds, "You have quite the volume of clientele here, I'm sure someone else could use it." Sunny responds when he asks if she's the only one for a room, not asking for a refund thinking it a juggle between rude and inappropriate.
Enjoying the stew despite its flavor, for its been a bit since they've eaten, she passes the bone down to Chewy as well as the meaty piece patting him. "You're a good boy, she's not used to good dogs."
Eyes widening a little at the new consideration that the Crow would likely hunt them down first, she thinks maybe its best they be out of here sooner than later. "How well do you all know the harbor? I've spent most of my time in the Guild house."
Then looking over to Gabriel's clenched hands at the slur, she grins. "Who knows, Lathandar's shit might be bright?" She says with a smirk. "Seems a casual ignorant remark, she probably doesn't know any better." Then seeing him drop a bone to Chewy, nods a thank you.
Sylvio finishes brooding and leans into the table to be closer to his companions and whispers, “Sylvio does not-a think the crow will-a be coming for us here-a. The crow came-a to that place again, and again, and again-a! It-a was drawn to that-a place and maybe not-a to us at all? No Sylvio is-a not worried about-a the bird finding us-a…. He is-a more worried about-a finding the bird-a.”
He looks at each of you before continuing “Did-a any of you notice where-a that bird was coming from-a? The field ward-a, yes, but-a which part of-a the field ward-a? Sylvio does-a not understand why-a you want to-a go to the harbor.”
Noob
Sweeps slurps as he noisily finishes his soup and places the empty bowl back on the table. “The healer here” he motions toward Gabriel “has tales of outsiders from across the sea that may hold some information around these strange rituals and deaths. The harbor would be the best place to find that information.” Sweeps shrugs his shoulders “Sailors talk more than crows. We can always return here later to seek out the bird. But we should be on our way soon, the day grows long."
Sunny looks towards the door as another group of people comes in gaging the light behind them and tracking the time of day as their conversation unfolds. Hoping silently that Sylvio is right about the Crow not troubling the people here seeking her out again.
As Sweeps directs attention to Gabriel, she tries to recall some of their talk of fours and peoples in port. Keeping aware of the normal activities of the tavern environment watching for shifts in attentions as the locals would be first to notice anything unusual.
Gabriel shrugs with acceptance at Sunny's interjection. He finishes his drink and checks his pack. "I am ready to head to the harbor; let's pull on some threads"
Finishing his stew Amadi drops the bones to Chewy.
"Yes, let's see what we can learn about these rituals and the 4. I am ready. "
Sylvio thinks back to the time in the magical mansion and the window looking down onto the field ward. It was busy with the fighting and trying to survive but he tries to remember where the bird came from 9 Investigation
Noob
Sunny stands with the others as Chewy chomps along at the bones, watching as he tries to decide which to bring along, she tucks a couple in a pouch on her belt as he chooses the bigger one saving them for him to pass down as they go. Following the group out back to the street, she tries to recall the names of the two they'd discussed earlier.
the relation to the number four with death in the oriental cultures of Wa and Kozakura, and that he could find people from either of these lands in the port.
From <https://www.dndbeyond.com/private-messages/165841?page=17>
the crow seemed to affect the tortle, wounding her in a manner so similar to that the dead children seem to have suffered. The number behind the killings and its significance for the cultures of the far orient and where one could gather more information about it.
From <https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/118484-blood-in-deep-water?page=8>
Is what I have from my notes.
As he moves into the street with the others, Sweeps looks around the Field Ward, searching for a familiar landmark or point of reference that he could use to determine where the crow originated during the earlier attacks. It may be useful to come back to later. Perception 7.
“I still say we visit the harbor first to find out more information about these rituals. If the number 4 is significant there could still be another murder ahead. We may also find out more about the crow."
Sylvio heads with the group to the harbor, always with an eye out for anyone following them or watching them too closely…
Noob
In the discretion of the nameless tavern the five adventures find a moment of respite. They treat their wounds, regain some of their strength and finish a meal. Not a particularly appetizing one but functional, enough to fill their bellies and give some energy. They wash the watery taste from their mouths with the cheap alcohol and discuss their next step. Sylvio questions the nature of the crow like entity that they faced in the Magnificent Mansion, but a few hour earlier and the possibility of going to the harbor. The elf did not see reason in there, and Sweeps points towards Gabriel’s early mention of Wa and Kozakura, of how tales of those distant lands could inform the party about their foe. The aasimar himself speaks, declaring to be ready for the harbor and Amadi remembers one thing in specific, the persistent occurrence of the number 4 in those strange, ritualistc deaths they now had to investigate. Sunny follow in silence, after getting the bones given to her animal companion, Chewy. The mastiff looks particularly delighter as she put the osseous matter in a pouch on her belt.
As they leave this refuge, if one could call it so, the rogue dive into his thoughts, trying to remember the view from the oubliette. It was the Field Ward, sure, but which part of it? He tried, persisted, but despite of his best efforts Scarpaldi failed to pin point the exact location where that creature stood. A little bit of frustration takes hold of him as they make their way through the Fieldway.The unpaved and muddy street was crowded, full of noise and foul smelling. The odor of slaughter-houses, tanneries, and waste assaults the group and they walk south, towards the Upper Towers, the gate area connected to the North Ward.
Beyond the hustle and bustle of the metropolis, the group find no sign whatsoever of persecution. Everything that happened at the Gundwynd Villa stayed at the Gundwynd Villa, what by itself hinted that whatever the guards wished to do with Gabriel and Amadi was far outside of the Law. Hours had passed by when they arrived at the Dock Ward. In his writings Elminster, the Sage of Shadowdale, once regarded the place as a riotous, nigh-perpetual brawl that covers entire acres, interrupted only by small buildings, intermittent trade businesses, an errant dog or two, and a few brave watchguards, who manage to keep the chaos from spreading beyond the docks; the whole lot wallowing in the stench of rotting fish. By the gods, did his words make justice to the area.
Fortunately for the adventures, they needed to travel but a few meters of such acres in order to find the harbor - a world in its own. A melting pot of different tongues and accents, races and ships.
Notes: You have arrived at the port and there is still no sign of twilight, although you take that it is not for long. No perception check was required because both Amadi and Sunny have a passive perception of 16, which is higher than I would ask in a Perception Check to see if someone is following/paying particular attention to the party. Everyone who didn't it already, take a short rest. The docks are yours, what would you like to do?