You enter the Copper Dragon Tavern. It's fairly large, crowded and noisy. At one corner is a large stage. One bard sits on the edge of it telling a story. There is a woman tending bar, giving orders to the employees. She looks to be in her early 30s, has shoulder length, curly brown hair, an easy smile and an ease of being in charge that just screams "ex-soldier'.
A broad but short human with dark hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin. His hands show he is no stranger to manual work, and his clothes are common. He carries a couple of daggers, a case of bolts with a light crossbow hanging from it. A staff rests in his hands. He wears a backpack and his face always reverts back to a look of wonder. Occasionally he can be seen pinching himself. Walks in.
He leans his staff against the wall placing his book under his arm as he takes off his pack. Putting the book away he slings the pack reclaiming his staff. Walking towards the bar.
"Hello! Do you understand me?" he asks in an archaic common.
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Flint strides into the Copper Dragon and looks around with obsidian eyes, taking in the room and the crowd. It was a much classier establishment than he had been spending his time in lately. Clad in dull chainmail and splattered with mud and dust, the earth genasi has a compact and powerful build. His pack is on his shoulder, a greataxe strapped to it, ready for any eventual mission and he carries a heavy maul with a large worked stone head.
He heads over to the bartender and leans against the counter. “Good day. Dwarven Stout, if you have it.” He glances around the room, looking for a dice game before turning back to the bartender. “Names Flint. I’m looking for Raskin, hear there’s work to be had here.”
A half-elven woman opens the door to the Copper Dragon and confidently walks inside, surveying the main room's inhabitants. She is shortish, around 5' 2", with caramel-colored skin, dark hair and eyes. She is dressed in colorful clothing topped by leather armor dyed blue. A sheathed dagger and a rapier hang from her belt, and a lute is strapped to her back. She nods in a friendly manner towards the storytelling bard, but does not interrupt him or her. She approaches the capable woman at the bar, returns her smile and asks:
"Excuse me, madam... are you the owner? I am here looking for someone named Raskin. I am Journeyman Soriah, daughter of Otto, from Seahold."
She looks around and sees the genasi and the human with the odd accent and smiles at them. "Are you here for the job as well?"
Douglas will return the half-elven lady's smile cautiously, "I am Douglas Leawhisper. Is this Raskin hiring multiple persons ... at an inn." he pauses a moment in quick thought before an excited expression comes onto his face. "Are you both adventurers? Yes. Hmmmp. I am here for the job." Douglas replies somewhat aawkwarly.
Asledin walks into the tavern and stops for a quick look around. When he spots the bar, he threads his way through the crowd, trying his best to avoid bumping into any one along the way. After several muttered curses, rubbed shoulders, and apologies, Asledin manages to find a stool and unshoulder his pack. Dropping it to the floor, the shield strapped to the pack rings out, drawing stares from some of the patrons. Ignoring the gazes, Asledin sits down and looks for eye contact with the barkeep. On hearing the Half-Elven speak the name 'Raskin', Asledin raises a brow and listens in on the conversation that follows.
A tall frame enters the tavern and looks around. Upon first glance his 7ft frame is intimidating. However, a close look at his face reveals an unconfident youth. He almost seems confused by the hustle and bustle of the cavern. Avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room, the young creature approaches the bar. When he speaks, his voice is dry and whispery, as though rarely used. Because he speaks so quietly, he can't easily be heard. Coughing to clear his throat, the goliath approaches the others discussing Raskin's advertisement.
"Gre-Greetings. My name is I-Imra. I'm looking for work as well. Is... is this where Raskin can be found?"
A frown passes quickly over the woman's face, then returns to a smile. Closer you can see she Half Elf. "Journeyman Soriah, Flint, Douglas Leawhisper, Imra, and the gentleman who's accent I'm having trouble with, my name is Theran and this is my place, the Copper Dragon" she says while pouring Flints drink and setting it in front of him. "We have four back rooms available for private games and events. He taken one of them. It's through that door, first door on your left" she pauses "How well do you know this person? There is something about him, I can't put my finger on it. Just be careful." she says and smiles. Suddenly a fight breaks out at the other end of the bar. "If you'll excuse me" she says, picks up a broom and heads towards the scuffle.
A very short, hooded old firbolg man opens the door. In a strained voice he asks:
"Raskin? Is there a Raskin here?"
After receiving no response and seeing the bar scuffle, his wrinkly face twists into a grin as he raises his walking cane and bounds towards the fray.
"Who do I hit, Barkeep? Let me at 'em!"
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A very short, hooded old firbolg man opens the door. In a strained voice he asks:
"Raskin? Is there a Raskin here?"
After receiving no response and seeing the bar scuffle, his wrinkly face twists into a grin as he raises his walking cane and bounds towards the fray.
"Who do I hit, Barkeep? Let me at 'em!"
"Unless you work here, you don't get to hit anyone. That's my job" she says, she glares at the two major combatants who lower their heads "All right, lets do some drinking!"
"Come on up" she waves to the hooded firbolg as she walks to the bar "I'll buy you a drink"
Asledin glances to the aforementioned door, then back at the fight. Seeing movement in his peripheral he watches Theran headed for the scuffle, shutting it down with a look and several strong words. Asledin now gazes at Theran with a newfound respect. With a glance and chuckle at the old Firbolg, Asledin grabs his pack and follows Imra.
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Douglas listens and then watches all the commotion in child like wonder, then heads through the indicated door turning left to the first door on that side. Looking around for the others before he steps in.
A very short, hooded old firbolg man opens the door. In a strained voice he asks:
"Raskin? Is there a Raskin here?"
After receiving no response and seeing the bar scuffle, his wrinkly face twists into a grin as he raises his walking cane and bounds towards the fray.
"Who do I hit, Barkeep? Let me at 'em!"
"Unless you work here, you don't get to hit anyone. That's my job" she says, she glares at the two major combatants who lower their heads "All right, lets do some drinking!"
"Come on up" she waves to the hooded firbolg as she walks to the bar "I'll buy you a drink"
Dyumi laughs and follows Theran back to the bar, but declines a drink, opting for a water instead.
"Quite a fun job you have here, miss."
Dyumi drinks the water, looking about at the others in the bar before turning back to her.
"Now, I've heard there's a man staying here by the name of Raskin, where might he be found?"
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Flint raises his mug at Soriah’s introduction “Call me Flint. As for the job, we will see what they have to offer.” He makes a start to aid Theran, but the movements of the bartender and the way she handles the long handled broom gives the appearance of a well-trained soldier who needs no help. Instead, he throws a few silver pieces on the bar for his drink and heads back to the room they were pointed towards, following the others. “Raskin, you back here? What’s all this about a job?”
Ula, a short but muscular half-elf, rushes into the Copper Dragon. Their tanned skin glistens with sweat, and they seem almost out of breath. They nervously tug at one of their long, brown braids as they look around the room. "Dammit, I overslept again," they mutter to themself. "Not used to being on land. Hopefully I'm not too late to get in on that job!"
They quickly clock the bartender as someone who knows what she's doing, so they head over to talk to her. "Hullo. I'm, er, looking for Raskin? I think that was the name. Something about a job?"
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You enter the Copper Dragon Tavern. It's fairly large, crowded and noisy. At one corner is a large stage. One bard sits on the edge of it telling a story. There is a woman tending bar, giving orders to the employees. She looks to be in her early 30s, has shoulder length, curly brown hair, an easy smile and an ease of being in charge that just screams "ex-soldier'.
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A broad but short human with dark hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin. His hands show he is no stranger to manual work, and his clothes are common. He carries a couple of daggers, a case of bolts with a light crossbow hanging from it. A staff rests in his hands. He wears a backpack and his face always reverts back to a look of wonder. Occasionally he can be seen pinching himself. Walks in.
He leans his staff against the wall placing his book under his arm as he takes off his pack. Putting the book away he slings the pack reclaiming his staff. Walking towards the bar.
"Hello! Do you understand me?" he asks in an archaic common.
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Bhelmek Thuldren in The dark tower of Cabilar.
Iam Unsure in Tower of Heaven.
Flint strides into the Copper Dragon and looks around with obsidian eyes, taking in the room and the crowd. It was a much classier establishment than he had been spending his time in lately. Clad in dull chainmail and splattered with mud and dust, the earth genasi has a compact and powerful build. His pack is on his shoulder, a greataxe strapped to it, ready for any eventual mission and he carries a heavy maul with a large worked stone head.
He heads over to the bartender and leans against the counter. “Good day. Dwarven Stout, if you have it.” He glances around the room, looking for a dice game before turning back to the bartender. “Names Flint. I’m looking for Raskin, hear there’s work to be had here.”
Perception: 17.
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A half-elven woman opens the door to the Copper Dragon and confidently walks inside, surveying the main room's inhabitants. She is shortish, around 5' 2", with caramel-colored skin, dark hair and eyes. She is dressed in colorful clothing topped by leather armor dyed blue. A sheathed dagger and a rapier hang from her belt, and a lute is strapped to her back. She nods in a friendly manner towards the storytelling bard, but does not interrupt him or her. She approaches the capable woman at the bar, returns her smile and asks:
"Excuse me, madam... are you the owner? I am here looking for someone named Raskin. I am Journeyman Soriah, daughter of Otto, from Seahold."
She looks around and sees the genasi and the human with the odd accent and smiles at them. "Are you here for the job as well?"
Douglas will return the half-elven lady's smile cautiously, "I am Douglas Leawhisper. Is this Raskin hiring multiple persons ... at an inn." he pauses a moment in quick thought before an excited expression comes onto his face. "Are you both adventurers? Yes. Hmmmp. I am here for the job." Douglas replies somewhat aawkwarly.
Katerielle in Lost mine of Phandelver.
Bhelmek Thuldren in The dark tower of Cabilar.
Iam Unsure in Tower of Heaven.
Asledin walks into the tavern and stops for a quick look around. When he spots the bar, he threads his way through the crowd, trying his best to avoid bumping into any one along the way. After several muttered curses, rubbed shoulders, and apologies, Asledin manages to find a stool and unshoulder his pack. Dropping it to the floor, the shield strapped to the pack rings out, drawing stares from some of the patrons. Ignoring the gazes, Asledin sits down and looks for eye contact with the barkeep. On hearing the Half-Elven speak the name 'Raskin', Asledin raises a brow and listens in on the conversation that follows.
A tall frame enters the tavern and looks around. Upon first glance his 7ft frame is intimidating. However, a close look at his face reveals an unconfident youth. He almost seems confused by the hustle and bustle of the cavern. Avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room, the young creature approaches the bar. When he speaks, his voice is dry and whispery, as though rarely used. Because he speaks so quietly, he can't easily be heard. Coughing to clear his throat, the goliath approaches the others discussing Raskin's advertisement.
"Gre-Greetings. My name is I-Imra. I'm looking for work as well. Is... is this where Raskin can be found?"
A frown passes quickly over the woman's face, then returns to a smile. Closer you can see she Half Elf. "Journeyman Soriah, Flint, Douglas Leawhisper, Imra, and the gentleman who's accent I'm having trouble with, my name is Theran and this is my place, the Copper Dragon" she says while pouring Flints drink and setting it in front of him. "We have four back rooms available for private games and events. He taken one of them. It's through that door, first door on your left" she pauses "How well do you know this person? There is something about him, I can't put my finger on it. Just be careful." she says and smiles. Suddenly a fight breaks out at the other end of the bar. "If you'll excuse me" she says, picks up a broom and heads towards the scuffle.
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Imra looks to the scuffle and then to the others. Stiffly he treads to the indicated door and pushes it open.
"Raskin? Is this Raskin's room?"
Imra and Soriah
The brooms and mops seem to all have overlong handles
Flint
You look at the way Theran is holding that broom and you think "Polearm Master"
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A very short, hooded old firbolg man opens the door. In a strained voice he asks:
"Raskin? Is there a Raskin here?"
After receiving no response and seeing the bar scuffle, his wrinkly face twists into a grin as he raises his walking cane and bounds towards the fray.
"Who do I hit, Barkeep? Let me at 'em!"
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Before entering the room indicated by the barkers, Imra takes another look at the brooms and mops.
(Perception 10)
They do seem a bit odd, but nothing you can put your finger on.
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"Unless you work here, you don't get to hit anyone. That's my job" she says, she glares at the two major combatants who lower their heads "All right, lets do some drinking!"
"Come on up" she waves to the hooded firbolg as she walks to the bar "I'll buy you a drink"
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Asledin glances to the aforementioned door, then back at the fight. Seeing movement in his peripheral he watches Theran headed for the scuffle, shutting it down with a look and several strong words. Asledin now gazes at Theran with a newfound respect. With a glance and chuckle at the old Firbolg, Asledin grabs his pack and follows Imra.
Douglas listens and then watches all the commotion in child like wonder, then heads through the indicated door turning left to the first door on that side. Looking around for the others before he steps in.
Perception: 8
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Bhelmek Thuldren in The dark tower of Cabilar.
Iam Unsure in Tower of Heaven.
With each new arrival, Soriah's eyes get wider. "Well this is going to be fun. Hope Raskin likes herding cats!"
She then follows Theran's directions and bounces through the door, eager to meet their potential employer.
Dyumi laughs and follows Theran back to the bar, but declines a drink, opting for a water instead.
"Quite a fun job you have here, miss."
Dyumi drinks the water, looking about at the others in the bar before turning back to her.
"Now, I've heard there's a man staying here by the name of Raskin, where might he be found?"
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Flint raises his mug at Soriah’s introduction “Call me Flint. As for the job, we will see what they have to offer.” He makes a start to aid Theran, but the movements of the bartender and the way she handles the long handled broom gives the appearance of a well-trained soldier who needs no help. Instead, he throws a few silver pieces on the bar for his drink and heads back to the room they were pointed towards, following the others. “Raskin, you back here? What’s all this about a job?”
Ula, a short but muscular half-elf, rushes into the Copper Dragon. Their tanned skin glistens with sweat, and they seem almost out of breath. They nervously tug at one of their long, brown braids as they look around the room. "Dammit, I overslept again," they mutter to themself. "Not used to being on land. Hopefully I'm not too late to get in on that job!"
They quickly clock the bartender as someone who knows what she's doing, so they head over to talk to her. "Hullo. I'm, er, looking for Raskin? I think that was the name. Something about a job?"