"Hey, easy, big guy. Bup's on your side! Bup's sticking out his neck giving this job to oddventurers, but Bup's friend will make a lot of money on this. He won't miss 300 gold. And here, have your coin back. Food, rooms, drink, it's all on Bup tonight, since you're doing Bup a favor."
Darksniffer turns to Og, "Sneaky man got away, but me follow. Found tunnel to Queen's house, need to look like guards first."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
In the corner you see a light blue skinned creature. He face has sharp features, and slate-gray eyes peer out from behind the mug his is sipping on. He has yellowish green leafy looking tendrils - you'd probably call it kelp - atop his head. He is clad in scale mail with a shield strapped to back and a warhammer resting on the table. Those parts of his arms that aren't covered you see the markings of what appears to be small scars. Theses scars all bear the same simple design - eight small vertical lines, with one horizontal line through them all ( IIIIIIII). Around his neck is a medallion of Loviatar, bearing her symbol, the nine-tailed scourge.
Currently arguing, rather heatedly, with one of the servers, "Really?!? What do you mean you don't have any fish at all? At this point I don't care if it's cooked or not!" After a brief comment from the server, "I...DON'T....WANT...FRIED.... CHICKEN!! How hard is that to understand?! I don't care how good it is!" He tries to calm himself and asks behind clenched teeth, "Well, what else do you have?"
"I've no interest in being a hired goon." Yurk responds to Ash as he gnaws on the stale bread. "Coin does me little good with the storm that Gorog will bring when he arrives."
The Tortle's attention is suddenly pulled away from his conversation by the commotion across the bar. That Triton stands out nearly as much as I do, though doesn't appear to be trying to be subtle...
He nods in the direction of the Triton, keeping his voice low as he confers with his companions, "He looks rather out of place, wonder what brings him here..."
After a moment, the waitress comes back, leaves your food and darts away very quickly and through the kitchen, throwing her apron off. Upon biting into it, it's immediately apparent that it's not fish. It's fried chicken.
"Son of a...," Lophii explodes from his seat, revealing that he's a bit shorter than you would imagine - standing somewhere between four and five feet. Rage beginning to rise, he grabs the plate of "fish" as if he is going to throw it back through the door where the waitress just disappeared. Glancing around, he notices that he's caught the attention of some of the other patrons, and decides not to make a scene... or much of one. Instead he sit back down, slamming his fist in the the plate. He downs his mug of ale, and mutters to himself, "Never shoulda got off that damn boat."
He picks up one of the pieces of the broken plate and quietly begins reciting something, "I endure pain to serve Loviatar. These are her Nine Tenants to match the nine-tailed scourge. Honesty: The Truth Hurts," makes the first cut."Courage: Do not fear pain. Pain is the mistress' gift to the living," another cut. Calmness seems to wash over his features as he continues."Compassion..."
Full disclosure. The tenants are not my own. After choosing Loviatar, I found them and they were too good to not use.
Lophii is almost in a meditative state as he continues to recite his litany to Loviatar and does not notice the smooth talking waitress run past the door.
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Resillience: Push through the pain; that which hurts me will only make me stronger," he adds a seventh mark on the inside of his forearm... Something seemingly breaks the concentration of the paladin in the middle of his impromptu ritual. He peers below the table holding the shard in his hand. Noticing the goblin, Lophii greets Darksniffer with a somewhat agitated tone, "And what can I help you with?"
Darksniffer screeches, a sound strange to the party since the goblin barely speaks above a mumble, "No see! No see!" Snapping up, Darksniffer slams the underside of the table and scurries away, ducking around chairs and under other tables.
(Strength check? 20. And let's try an Acrobatics for the parkour across the tavern: 15. That turned out so much better than expected. Scrambling across the room like a squirrel on meth)
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Hey! Get along! Be friends!" Bup says. "Everybody's friends at the Salty Spigot. Except for those guys that stabbed out that other guy's eyes last week. But I think they all left for Glister out the Frost Road already."
Lophii snatches his warhammer off the floor, having been knocked off the table by the sneaky goblin. Resting the weapon on his shoulder he begins pacing after Darksniffer. Paying no mind to Bup, "Curious to see what the Mistress of Pain has to offer, are we?"
"Hey, easy, big guy. Bup's on your side! Bup's sticking out his neck giving this job to oddventurers, but Bup's friend will make a lot of money on this. He won't miss 300 gold. And here, have your coin back. Food, rooms, drink, it's all on Bup tonight, since you're doing Bup a favor."
Darksniffer turns to Og, "Sneaky man got away, but me follow. Found tunnel to Queen's house, need to look like guards first."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Ash smirks at Bup. "We haven't said yes yet. I'll have to see with the others. They may not think you are worthwhile."
Ash goes back to the table to tell the others what has transpired. He looks around to see if someone is interested, spying, in him talking to Bup.
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Bup talks with everyone, so nobody seems to make special note of your conversation with him.
You do take note of a triton in the corner, however.
Saute_Monkey, feel free to describe Lophii here.
In the corner you see a light blue skinned creature. He face has sharp features, and slate-gray eyes peer out from behind the mug his is sipping on. He has yellowish green leafy looking tendrils - you'd probably call it kelp - atop his head. He is clad in scale mail with a shield strapped to back and a warhammer resting on the table. Those parts of his arms that aren't covered you see the markings of what appears to be small scars. Theses scars all bear the same simple design - eight small vertical lines, with one horizontal line through them all (
IIIIIIII). Around his neck is a medallion of Loviatar, bearing her symbol, the nine-tailed scourge.Currently arguing, rather heatedly, with one of the servers, "Really?!? What do you mean you don't have any fish at all? At this point I don't care if it's cooked or not!" After a brief comment from the server, "I...DON'T....WANT...FRIED.... CHICKEN!! How hard is that to understand?! I don't care how good it is!" He tries to calm himself and asks behind clenched teeth, "Well, what else do you have?"
Symbol of Loviatar
Pretty close except for the hair.
"I've no interest in being a hired goon." Yurk responds to Ash as he gnaws on the stale bread. "Coin does me little good with the storm that Gorog will bring when he arrives."
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The waitress is somewhat taken aback by someone in the sailor-themed tavern ordering fish. "We — we have … fried fish?" (Roll Insight, Lophii.)
Insight 3
(Suppose I should have paid more attention to the description a couple of pages back)
The waitress's claim that the tavern serves fried fish is very convincing.
With some reluctance, Lophii conceeds and orders the fried fish. "Fine, fine. Just bring it...and another ale."
After a moment, the waitress comes back, leaves your food and darts away very quickly and through the kitchen, throwing her apron off. Upon biting into it, it's immediately apparent that it's not fish. It's fried chicken.
"Son of a...," Lophii explodes from his seat, revealing that he's a bit shorter than you would imagine - standing somewhere between four and five feet. Rage beginning to rise, he grabs the plate of "fish" as if he is going to throw it back through the door where the waitress just disappeared. Glancing around, he notices that he's caught the attention of some of the other patrons, and decides not to make a scene... or much of one. Instead he sit back down, slamming his fist in the the plate. He downs his mug of ale, and mutters to himself, "Never shoulda got off that damn boat."
He picks up one of the pieces of the broken plate and quietly begins reciting something, "I endure pain to serve Loviatar. These are her Nine Tenants to match the nine-tailed scourge. Honesty: The Truth Hurts," makes the first cut."Courage: Do not fear pain. Pain is the mistress' gift to the living," another cut. Calmness seems to wash over his features as he continues. "Compassion..."
Full disclosure. The tenants are not my own. After choosing Loviatar, I found them and they were too good to not use.
You see the waitress sprint past the front door outside. It seems that her shift is over.
Lophii is almost in a meditative state as he continues to recite his litany to Loviatar and does not notice the smooth talking waitress run past the door.
(Stealth: 11)
Darksniffer had crept under Lophii's table to pilfer some food, but now found himself intrigued and merely sitting and listening.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Passive Perception 12
"Resillience: Push through the pain; that which hurts me will only make me stronger," he adds a seventh mark on the inside of his forearm... Something seemingly breaks the concentration of the paladin in the middle of his impromptu ritual. He peers below the table holding the shard in his hand. Noticing the goblin, Lophii greets Darksniffer with a somewhat agitated tone, "And what can I help you with?"
Darksniffer screeches, a sound strange to the party since the goblin barely speaks above a mumble, "No see! No see!" Snapping up, Darksniffer slams the underside of the table and scurries away, ducking around chairs and under other tables.
(Strength check? 20. And let's try an Acrobatics for the parkour across the tavern: 15. That turned out so much better than expected. Scrambling across the room like a squirrel on meth)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
(What's the Strength check do? Flip the table? It just run?)
"Hey! Get along! Be friends!" Bup says. "Everybody's friends at the Salty Spigot. Except for those guys that stabbed out that other guy's eyes last week. But I think they all left for Glister out the Frost Road already."
Lophii snatches his warhammer off the floor, having been knocked off the table by the sneaky goblin. Resting the weapon on his shoulder he begins pacing after Darksniffer. Paying no mind to Bup, "Curious to see what the Mistress of Pain has to offer, are we?"