“Apologies Ankita, our song will have to wait.” Sam says as the urge to join in on a song overtakes him. “When I’m at sea is it her face I miss? NAY it be her oyster’s kiss!” He will sing as he pulls out his lute and strums the melody.
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"No thank you gentlemen, we are on an urgent mission for the Flaming Fist." Damian says and flashes his badge. "Please remove yoursleves from out presence." Intimidation to make them realize we're not stopping to sing along: 16
Samuel - The men fall to the ground with laughter, the tiefling man clutching his stomach and the elf clinging to him, pounding a fist on the cobblestones as they lay in the street.
Damian - The men's eyes go wide at the sight of the badge and they scramble to regain their feet, falling before you a few times before finally managing to stand. "Sorry m'lord," The tiefling salutes you with the wrong hand, "Jus' a couple o' sailors on leave sir, we don' mean ye any trouble." The two collect themselves and hurry away from you, but not before you hear the elf say to his friend, "Oi, who shat in 'is oysters?" The tiefling barely stiffles his laughter and hurries away, risking a glance at you over his shoulder with a fist pressed to his mouth and shoulders hunched.
Remi chimes in, “Yeah, we’re here to do some good and all. Stampin' out trouble. All of you best take off those tabards before you head in there and cover up your badges. Unless you want to stick out like a Fist Noob. Now, let’s go see if there is anyone we can relieve of their coin.”
Remi takes off his Flaming Fist tabard and folds it, packs it away in his backpack before arrives, tucks his flaming fist pin under a fold of his leather armor, walks in with a swagger, hocking a loogie on the ground right before he walks in.
“You certainly seem to know this establishment well then, Remi. Any topics to avoid? Any crowd favorites for songs? Any house specials which are an absolute must try?”
Rhogarr looks up at the group. "To be honest, the one time I was here, the bard was playing The Old Wars and got through 14 of the sagas before I tuned out. So, in terms of typical music, they favor the fast-paced songs here. Samuel, you said your name is? Can you play The Old Wars? I don't know that I've met any bard who knows all the sagas, even the ones that played at my family's parties growing up."
Rhogarr stops at the entrance and takes off anything affiliated with the Fist, but his finely-made clothes stick out like a sore thumb. He fingers the black glove that covers his right hand.
"Please, to all of you, do be polite. Given the types of gods whose followers we're dealing with, they could be dangerous. And I rather like the whiskey-and-tea at this tavern and would prefer not to be banned. We were asked to find this Tarina, so let's make that our priority. I know the bartender here a little bit, and we can try to lie and say you're all in my book group, or we can just ask about Tarina."
"Now, we're talking" Rahzher says, seeing Remi unburden himself of the Flaming Fist regalia. The harengon quickly removes his own uniform and stoes it away before rubbimg himself with some grime from the street. "Thank Njord to finally be out of those wretched rags."
Feeling reasonably at home in this neighborhood filled with drunken sailors, without waiting for an invitation, the diminutive lagomorph upon bursting through the door surveys the scene, finds someone by a tap and calls out "Ale!" as he holds aloft a silver piece, which he slaps on the bar as he reaches it.
“The Old Wars?! Of course I know a dozen or so of the sagas. It is a bit of a bardic right of passage to know at least a few. Actually…that’s a part of the reason I came to Baldur’s Gate; to learn new songs and share some of my own. Also, I do tend to agree that a bit of discretion is advised in this situation. Although….I might have to indulge in a song or three to earn some coin.”
If nobody objects, Rhogarr will go up to the man at the bar.
"Ah, Arik, it's lovely to see you this evening. How is your husband? And the children?"
He flashes the signet ring briefly and slides 2 gp across the bar.
"Listen, you remember the reading group I was here with previously? Yes, we have some new members. We're looking for a woman named Tarina, who we're supposed to be meeting here. She should be here? She said she would come and get a room for us. Have you seen anyone by that name?"
Remi replies to Samuel, he has already downed his first ale and is working on his second. He talks a little loud to you and says "Best house drink? Beer. Any topics to avoid? Nothing, except that is, accusing someone of cheating while gambling. Best way to work the room? Get ripped and pound out some tunes." Remi nods and looks around.
"Yeah, I know a good one. Brings down the house. A song that came from up north at Waterdeep and made its way down here, has made the rounds at establishments like this. A good sing along." Before you know it, Remi throws his head back and starts to sing, aided by ale and a good day of bashing heads and placing well timed kicks to the groin.
Here is what he starts to belt out :
Risin' up, back in the woods Took our time, took our chances Went the distance now we're back for the goods Just a band and their will to survive So many times, it happens too fast We trade our brain cells for glory We rush right in to take down those Drow Never seeing the eyestalks of terror
It's the eye of the beholder It's the thrill of the fight Risin' up to the challenge Of our rival And the last known survivor Cuts his prey down tonight And his fortune must always be-ab Th eye of the beholder Face to face, dwarf all alone Hangin' tough, stayin' angry The thief’s a corpse And the mage turned to stone He's gotta kill with some skill and survive
It's the eye of the beholder It's the thrill of the fight Risin' up to the challenge Of our rival And the last known survivor Cuts his prey down tonight And his fortune must always be-ah The eye of the beholder
Risin' up straight to the top Spilt the guts, got the glory Went the distance Now we're not gonna stop Just a band and their will to survive
It's the eye of the beholder It's the thrill of the fight Risin' up to the challenge Of our rival And the last known survivor Cuts his prey down tonight And his fortune must always be-ah The eye of the beholder
Ankita makes her way into the bar and surveys the scene. More people here than her liking, but all seem to be in a lively, good mannered spirit. She watches Rhogarr and Rahzher head to the bar, so she heads to find an open table. She succeeds in one towards the back and against the wall and heads over. She figures the group will find her when they are ready to sit and chat. She’s pretty easy to spot.
While she takes her spot and waits for the rest, she sees Remi burst into song. Odd, she thinks, I thought Samuel was the songbird? I hope they can all stay on task. As for the deed, she is looking forward to getting started. She hopes the lady, Tarina was it?, is here and they don’t have to wait for her.
Remi sets down his drink, suddenly aware of the room and the eyes, looking at him. He sang it just like he heard it last tenday. He breaks into a grin, looking at Samuel.
Performance : 11
Using his inspiration, showing out for his new drinking buddies.
Remi hopes there are others originally from Waterdeep that may have heard the song. After Remi finishes, he puts 4 sp up on the bar and moves to the back of the Elfsong and sits down, finds a table for his new companions, and watches the room, looking for anyone fitting the description of Tarina. He nurses the rest of his ale, watches the patrons, looks and listens for anything notable. "Is there an upstairs here? Is she in a different section of the tavern? Hmmmm."
Perception (listening for conversations, looking for anyone that would fit Zodge's description of Tarina) : 19
Rah'zher - The man at the bar finishes serving a smiling human man that appears to be missing his eyebrows. The barkeep then turns to you and takes your coin, "You got it friend." He grabs a mug from beneath the bar and inspects it, wipes it with a cloth tucked into his apron, then fills it up. He sets the ale down in front of you and moves on to the next patron.
Rhogarr - A half-elven man is jesting with a jovial half-orc man with a bellowing laugh when you approach the bar. He finishes and as you greet him his eyebrow cocks and gives you a confused look, "Arik? I'm afraid you've got the wrong fellow, my name is Alan... And I've got no husband or children to speak of..." His confusion grows and he says, "Excuse me, but who..." He sees your ring and the gold and shuts his mouth. He looks to you then takes the coins without looking down. Alan pockets the coins and says, "Husband and kids are doin' fine. Book club? Oh, yes of course. Uh... Tarina's upstairs, in her usual chair, playin' Bones most like. Anythin' else?"
Remi - Your impromptu performance actually inspires a number of other patrons to join in on the well-known and well-beloved tune. A scar-faced halfling woman whistles and tosses you a silver piece and you get a fair amount of clapping and cheers when you're done.
All - Upon entering the Elfsong Tavern you see a half-elven man tends bar while two young human men take orders, deliver drinks and food to tables, and joke with the clientele. Flanking the entrance are two bouncers: a suit of animated armor and a gruff female half-ogre. The armor stands perfectly still and silent while the half-ogre leans against the doorframe and sighs in boredom, even as a pair of patrons shout insults at each other as they wrestle on the floor nearby. Well-armed patrons huddle around tables in the main room and in private booths. Three padded chairs are angled toward a fireplace on the east wall, underneath the creaky wooden staircase that climbs to the second floor. Some drunk is passed out on the couch against the north wall. Next to the couch sits a wooden sea chest that contains an assortment of games (Dragonchess boards, well-used decks of Three-Dragon Ante cards, and so on). A few large rats scurry along the floor and up the walls, but no one seems to mind.
"So this is the Elfsong tavern." Damian mutters to himself as he enters, following Rhogarr to the bar and ordering a glass of superior wine if they have it. "It seems my associates have taken the blending in part seriously, one wonders if they even remember why we are here." He continues to mutter quietly to himself. His fingers tapping along with the performance but paying close attention to what Alan says about Tarina. Damian then discreetly motions for the others to follow him upstairs, not waiting for them but ascending the stairs with determined steps, scanning the upstairs room, looking for Tarina, assuming she will be found playing dice.
Perception if needed: 3 Let's just hope it is not needed then :-P
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Remi stands as he sees their crew start to make their way upstairs. He follows behind Damian as he sees him heading upstairs. "I haven't had a good game of dice in a couple of weeks. Let's blend in, shall we?" His eyes start to scan the room at the top of the stairs.
Perception : 22
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Never one to pass up an opportunity to win a crowd, Sam strums along with The Eye of the Beholder.
Performance: 18
After the performance, Sam will walk around the bar for a while exchanging pleasantries with some of the patrons, casting Prestidigitation to cool down their drinks and flavor up their food, all the while keeping an ear and eye out for Tarina.
Perception: 13
After noticing his crew go upstairs, Sam will join them and venture upstairs.
All - Those who would ascend the stairs to the second floor will find that lit lanterns hang from the rafters in this windowless room. Rugs cover the wooden floor and help dampen the noise from drunken patrons gathered around two large tables, eating and playing games of dice. Remi notices a human woman at the nearest table with a good-sized pile of coins in front of her, cheering and raking in more coins from a smaller pile in the middle of the table. She wears leather armor and a basket hilted scimitar on her hip.
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“Apologies Ankita, our song will have to wait.” Sam says as the urge to join in on a song overtakes him. “When I’m at sea is it her face I miss? NAY it be her oyster’s kiss!” He will sing as he pulls out his lute and strums the melody.
Performance: 7
"No thank you gentlemen, we are on an urgent mission for the Flaming Fist." Damian says and flashes his badge. "Please remove yoursleves from out presence."
Intimidation to make them realize we're not stopping to sing along: 16
Intimidated by Damian, Samuel stops mid strum, ruining his performance and realizing maybe this isn’t the time for jovial song.
Samuel - The men fall to the ground with laughter, the tiefling man clutching his stomach and the elf clinging to him, pounding a fist on the cobblestones as they lay in the street.
Damian - The men's eyes go wide at the sight of the badge and they scramble to regain their feet, falling before you a few times before finally managing to stand. "Sorry m'lord," The tiefling salutes you with the wrong hand, "Jus' a couple o' sailors on leave sir, we don' mean ye any trouble." The two collect themselves and hurry away from you, but not before you hear the elf say to his friend, "Oi, who shat in 'is oysters?" The tiefling barely stiffles his laughter and hurries away, risking a glance at you over his shoulder with a fist pressed to his mouth and shoulders hunched.
"Thank you Samuel for remembering why we all are here." Damian says dryly, continuing following Rhogarr to the Elfsong Tavern.
Remi chimes in, “Yeah, we’re here to do some good and all. Stampin' out trouble. All of you best take off those tabards before you head in there and cover up your badges. Unless you want to stick out like a Fist Noob. Now, let’s go see if there is anyone we can relieve of their coin.”
Remi takes off his Flaming Fist tabard and folds it, packs it away in his backpack before arrives, tucks his flaming fist pin under a fold of his leather armor, walks in with a swagger, hocking a loogie on the ground right before he walks in.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
“You certainly seem to know this establishment well then, Remi. Any topics to avoid? Any crowd favorites for songs? Any house specials which are an absolute must try?”
Rhogarr looks up at the group. "To be honest, the one time I was here, the bard was playing The Old Wars and got through 14 of the sagas before I tuned out. So, in terms of typical music, they favor the fast-paced songs here. Samuel, you said your name is? Can you play The Old Wars? I don't know that I've met any bard who knows all the sagas, even the ones that played at my family's parties growing up."
Rhogarr stops at the entrance and takes off anything affiliated with the Fist, but his finely-made clothes stick out like a sore thumb. He fingers the black glove that covers his right hand.
"Please, to all of you, do be polite. Given the types of gods whose followers we're dealing with, they could be dangerous. And I rather like the whiskey-and-tea at this tavern and would prefer not to be banned. We were asked to find this Tarina, so let's make that our priority. I know the bartender here a little bit, and we can try to lie and say you're all in my book group, or we can just ask about Tarina."
DM: In the Shadow of the Mountains: Lost Mine of Phandelver
"Now, we're talking" Rahzher says, seeing Remi unburden himself of the Flaming Fist regalia. The harengon quickly removes his own uniform and stoes it away before rubbimg himself with some grime from the street. "Thank Njord to finally be out of those wretched rags."
Feeling reasonably at home in this neighborhood filled with drunken sailors, without waiting for an invitation, the diminutive lagomorph upon bursting through the door surveys the scene, finds someone by a tap and calls out "Ale!" as he holds aloft a silver piece, which he slaps on the bar as he reaches it.
“The Old Wars?! Of course I know a dozen or so of the sagas. It is a bit of a bardic right of passage to know at least a few. Actually…that’s a part of the reason I came to Baldur’s Gate; to learn new songs and share some of my own. Also, I do tend to agree that a bit of discretion is advised in this situation. Although….I might have to indulge in a song or three to earn some coin.”
If nobody objects, Rhogarr will go up to the man at the bar.
"Ah, Arik, it's lovely to see you this evening. How is your husband? And the children?"
He flashes the signet ring briefly and slides 2 gp across the bar.
"Listen, you remember the reading group I was here with previously? Yes, we have some new members. We're looking for a woman named Tarina, who we're supposed to be meeting here. She should be here? She said she would come and get a room for us. Have you seen anyone by that name?"
Deception roll, if necessary: 15
DM: In the Shadow of the Mountains: Lost Mine of Phandelver
Remi replies to Samuel, he has already downed his first ale and is working on his second. He talks a little loud to you and says "Best house drink? Beer. Any topics to avoid? Nothing, except that is, accusing someone of cheating while gambling. Best way to work the room? Get ripped and pound out some tunes." Remi nods and looks around.
"Yeah, I know a good one. Brings down the house. A song that came from up north at Waterdeep and made its way down here, has made the rounds at establishments like this. A good sing along." Before you know it, Remi throws his head back and starts to sing, aided by ale and a good day of bashing heads and placing well timed kicks to the groin.
Here is what he starts to belt out :
Risin' up, back in the woods
Took our time, took our chances
Went the distance now we're back for the goods
Just a band and their will to survive
So many times, it happens too fast
We trade our brain cells for glory
We rush right in to take down those Drow
Never seeing the eyestalks of terror
It's the eye of the beholder
It's the thrill of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge
Of our rival
And the last known survivor
Cuts his prey down tonight
And his fortune must always be-ab
Th eye of the beholder
Face to face, dwarf all alone
Hangin' tough, stayin' angry
The thief’s a corpse
And the mage turned to stone
He's gotta kill with some skill and survive
It's the eye of the beholder
It's the thrill of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge
Of our rival
And the last known survivor
Cuts his prey down tonight
And his fortune must always be-ah
The eye of the beholder
Risin' up straight to the top
Spilt the guts, got the glory
Went the distance
Now we're not gonna stop
Just a band and their will to survive
It's the eye of the beholder
It's the thrill of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge
Of our rival
And the last known survivor
Cuts his prey down tonight
And his fortune must always be-ah
The eye of the beholder
The eye of the beholder
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Ankita makes her way into the bar and surveys the scene. More people here than her liking, but all seem to be in a lively, good mannered spirit. She watches Rhogarr and Rahzher head to the bar, so she heads to find an open table. She succeeds in one towards the back and against the wall and heads over. She figures the group will find her when they are ready to sit and chat. She’s pretty easy to spot.
While she takes her spot and waits for the rest, she sees Remi burst into song. Odd, she thinks, I thought Samuel was the songbird? I hope they can all stay on task. As for the deed, she is looking forward to getting started. She hopes the lady, Tarina was it?, is here and they don’t have to wait for her.
Remi - Yeah, I'm gonna need a Performance check on that one.
Remi sets down his drink, suddenly aware of the room and the eyes, looking at him. He sang it just like he heard it last tenday. He breaks into a grin, looking at Samuel.
Performance : 11
Using his inspiration, showing out for his new drinking buddies.
Remi hopes there are others originally from Waterdeep that may have heard the song. After Remi finishes, he puts 4 sp up on the bar and moves to the back of the Elfsong and sits down, finds a table for his new companions, and watches the room, looking for anyone fitting the description of Tarina. He nurses the rest of his ale, watches the patrons, looks and listens for anything notable. "Is there an upstairs here? Is she in a different section of the tavern? Hmmmm."
Perception (listening for conversations, looking for anyone that would fit Zodge's description of Tarina) : 19
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Rah'zher - The man at the bar finishes serving a smiling human man that appears to be missing his eyebrows. The barkeep then turns to you and takes your coin, "You got it friend." He grabs a mug from beneath the bar and inspects it, wipes it with a cloth tucked into his apron, then fills it up. He sets the ale down in front of you and moves on to the next patron.
Rhogarr - A half-elven man is jesting with a jovial half-orc man with a bellowing laugh when you approach the bar. He finishes and as you greet him his eyebrow cocks and gives you a confused look, "Arik? I'm afraid you've got the wrong fellow, my name is Alan... And I've got no husband or children to speak of..." His confusion grows and he says, "Excuse me, but who..." He sees your ring and the gold and shuts his mouth. He looks to you then takes the coins without looking down. Alan pockets the coins and says, "Husband and kids are doin' fine. Book club? Oh, yes of course. Uh... Tarina's upstairs, in her usual chair, playin' Bones most like. Anythin' else?"
Remi - Your impromptu performance actually inspires a number of other patrons to join in on the well-known and well-beloved tune. A scar-faced halfling woman whistles and tosses you a silver piece and you get a fair amount of clapping and cheers when you're done.
All - Upon entering the Elfsong Tavern you see a half-elven man tends bar while two young human men take orders, deliver drinks and food to tables, and joke with the clientele. Flanking the entrance are two bouncers: a suit of animated armor and a gruff female half-ogre. The armor stands perfectly still and silent while the half-ogre leans against the doorframe and sighs in boredom, even as a pair of patrons shout insults at each other as they wrestle on the floor nearby. Well-armed patrons huddle around tables in the main room and in private booths. Three padded chairs are angled toward a fireplace on the east wall, underneath the creaky wooden staircase that climbs to the second floor. Some drunk is passed out on the couch against the north wall. Next to the couch sits a wooden sea chest that contains an assortment of games (Dragonchess boards, well-used decks of Three-Dragon Ante cards, and so on). A few large rats scurry along the floor and up the walls, but no one seems to mind.
"So this is the Elfsong tavern." Damian mutters to himself as he enters, following Rhogarr to the bar and ordering a glass of superior wine if they have it. "It seems my associates have taken the blending in part seriously, one wonders if they even remember why we are here." He continues to mutter quietly to himself. His fingers tapping along with the performance but paying close attention to what Alan says about Tarina. Damian then discreetly motions for the others to follow him upstairs, not waiting for them but ascending the stairs with determined steps, scanning the upstairs room, looking for Tarina, assuming she will be found playing dice.
Perception if needed: 3 Let's just hope it is not needed then :-P
Remi stands as he sees their crew start to make their way upstairs. He follows behind Damian as he sees him heading upstairs. "I haven't had a good game of dice in a couple of weeks. Let's blend in, shall we?" His eyes start to scan the room at the top of the stairs.
Perception : 22
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Never one to pass up an opportunity to win a crowd, Sam strums along with The Eye of the Beholder.
Performance: 18
After the performance, Sam will walk around the bar for a while exchanging pleasantries with some of the patrons, casting Prestidigitation to cool down their drinks and flavor up their food, all the while keeping an ear and eye out for Tarina.
Perception: 13
After noticing his crew go upstairs, Sam will join them and venture upstairs.
All - Those who would ascend the stairs to the second floor will find that lit lanterns hang from the rafters in this windowless room. Rugs cover the wooden floor and help dampen the noise from drunken patrons gathered around two large tables, eating and playing games of dice. Remi notices a human woman at the nearest table with a good-sized pile of coins in front of her, cheering and raking in more coins from a smaller pile in the middle of the table. She wears leather armor and a basket hilted scimitar on her hip.