"That it be." Zale says as she walks over and sits at the empty table. "So, how are we supposed to be getting back in contact with Leosin? Is this where he told us to meet him?"
"Yes Zale, he came here to meet with his friend Ontharr Frume... and asked to meet him in this town to bring him news. We should find him here" replies Khessa. "He did not say anything about the 'how', but I hope that either him or Ontharr are known well enough here. Maybe the innkeeper will know where to find one of the two (or both)".
A tall slender half Elf with a thin mustache comes to your table. In a lilting voice he asks what you want to drink.
Khessa asks for a mug of fresh beer and adds: "Do you also happen to know where we could find Mr. Ontharr Frume? We are looking for him and a monk that should have joined him recently..."
The dragonborn stretches her arms over her head while leaning back in her chair, "Well, in the meantime, I do suppose we can grab a bite and a drink." She looks around for the waitress/waiter. Once one comes over, she asks what they have to eat here.
Zale raises an eyebrow, "Well, the customer service around here sure ain't great." She rests her arms behind her head, and assumes the half-elf is going to bring them food since he mentioned hunter's stew.
"fair enough I'll take that... and please bring a large pint of your darkest beer!" (for whom Eric is more than willing to leave 1sp tip) once the maitre has left the dwarf shrugs "whats' wrong with that fella? did we make something to upset him?"
"fair enough I'll take that... and please bring a large pint of your darkest beer!" (for whom Eric is more than willing to leave 1sp tip) once the maitre has left the dwarf shrugs "whats' wrong with that fella? did we make something to upset him?"
"I had ordered him a drink and asked a question..." reflects Khessa (OOC: she refers to post 2536)"Perhaps the boy would have preferred orders from everyone of us and questions from nobody - but surely, from someone who lives by serving customers, one would expect a bit more patience. Maybe we caught him on a bad day".
"perhaps you're right" the dwarf shrugs. He thinks for few seconds "a toast to Elturel and to Ontharr Frume then!" his voice echoes all around the tavern. Then "it would be easy to spread some rumors and let our friends to find us, while we seat comfortably and drink" he laughs.
Kriv pays for his horse and follows the group to the tavern. He takes a seat and orders a drink. When it arrives, he makes a small tentacle reach out of it towards others in the group.
Kriv pays for his horse and follows the group to the tavern. He takes a seat and orders a drink. When it arrives, he makes a small tentacle reach out of it towards others in the group.
"This tentacle trick..." smiles a delighted Khessa, trying to 'handshake' with it as if with a new friend "is amazing! How you can do it, Kriv? Concentyration? Instinct?"
Don't mind him! You know how those folk can be! A voice says from behind the bar. Behind the bar you see the biggest woman you've ever seen. The women is as tall as Khessa, but build like Dwarf. Not only muscles though, a significant portion is body fat. (Think Kingpin)
How about I pour your some Wheat beer? She aks, but also doesn't wait for an answer. She brings you 6 large beer steins filled with blond foaming beer.
The Half-Elf comes back with a bucket filled with a broth and 6 plates. Zeminny however gets a soup plate filled with a thick stew. Lot's of meat in there. He also gives Zemminy a cup a cup of steaming tea. The infuser is still in there and the Half-Elf winks at Zeminny as removes it. It's Naughty Caramel. He tells you. As he walks back to the kitchen he keeps looking over his shoulder at Zeminny.
"the Order of the Gauntlet, you say? I've never heard before... but what I am sure about, is that we and Ontharr have a mutual friend and we need to meet him on his place. Do you know where we may find him?"
Kriv makes the tentacle shake Khessa's hand. "It kind of just came to me. Since my former crew almost killed me I've gained some... abilities. Like the large tentacle I summoned at the camp."
Kriv makes the tentacle shake Khessa's hand. "It kind of just came to me. Since my former crew almost killed me I've gained some... abilities. Like the large tentacle I summoned at the camp."
Khessa giggles amused as she shakes hand with the tentacle. Immediately after, she is already marking in her spellbook her impressions on how it felt to the touch (hard or soft, hot or cold, if it had a strong or weak grip...) and comments: "It's an amazing ability! So you can summon it in this small, so cute version… or in its big and deadly version! And you can do it as many times as you want? You just need to wish the tentacle (small or big) to appear and it will appear?"
While she looks at Kriv with blue eyes full of curiosity and interest, she already has the quill in hand to take further notes on her grimoire...
'Really interesting! And this, what kind of magic will it be? Perhaps a spontaneous manifestation similar to wild magic that, in some cases, empowers sorcerers?'
Don't mind him! You know how those folk can be! A voice says from behind the bar. Behind the bar you see the biggest woman you've ever seen. The women is as tall as Khessa, but build like Dwarf. Not only muscles though, a significant portion is body fat. (Think Kingpin)
How about I pour your some Wheat beer? She aks, but also doesn't wait for an answer. She brings you 6 large beer steins filled with blond foaming beer.
The Half-Elf comes back with a bucket filled with a broth and 6 plates. Zeminny however gets a soup plate filled with a thick stew. Lot's of meat in there. He also gives Zemminy a cup a cup of steaming tea. The infuser is still in there and the Half-Elf winks at Zeminny as removes it. It's Naughty Caramel. He tells you. As he walks back to the kitchen he keeps looking over his shoulder at Zeminny.
Zeminny will say thanks and dig right in, listening to the conversation with a huge smile.
"Yes Zale, he came here to meet with his friend Ontharr Frume... and asked to meet him in this town to bring him news. We should find him here" replies Khessa. "He did not say anything about the 'how', but I hope that either him or Ontharr are known well enough here. Maybe the innkeeper will know where to find one of the two (or both)".
Khessa asks for a mug of fresh beer and adds: "Do you also happen to know where we could find Mr. Ontharr Frume? We are looking for him and a monk that should have joined him recently..."
The dragonborn stretches her arms over her head while leaning back in her chair, "Well, in the meantime, I do suppose we can grab a bite and a drink." She looks around for the waitress/waiter. Once one comes over, she asks what they have to eat here.
The Half-Elf is a bit annoyed bc you guys have been ignoring him. With a cocky voice he replies: Lunch time is over. You can get some hunter's stew.
And he walks away before you can reply.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
(Lol I totally missed that post.)
Zale raises an eyebrow, "Well, the customer service around here sure ain't great." She rests her arms behind her head, and assumes the half-elf is going to bring them food since he mentioned hunter's stew.
"fair enough I'll take that... and please bring a large pint of your darkest beer!" (for whom Eric is more than willing to leave 1sp tip) once the maitre has left the dwarf shrugs "whats' wrong with that fella? did we make something to upset him?"
"I had ordered him a drink and asked a question..." reflects Khessa (OOC: she refers to post 2536) "Perhaps the boy would have preferred orders from everyone of us and questions from nobody - but surely, from someone who lives by serving customers, one would expect a bit more patience. Maybe we caught him on a bad day".
"perhaps you're right" the dwarf shrugs. He thinks for few seconds "a toast to Elturel and to Ontharr Frume then!" his voice echoes all around the tavern. Then "it would be easy to spread some rumors and let our friends to find us, while we seat comfortably and drink" he laughs.
Zeminny will ask for some hunters stew and some tea. He will compliment the server on his outstanding mustache while doing it.
Kriv pays for his horse and follows the group to the tavern. He takes a seat and orders a drink. When it arrives, he makes a small tentacle reach out of it towards others in the group.
"This tentacle trick..." smiles a delighted Khessa, trying to 'handshake' with it as if with a new friend "is amazing! How you can do it, Kriv? Concentyration? Instinct?"
"Hunter's stew", says Calvin. "I wonder what's in that?"
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Don't mind him! You know how those folk can be! A voice says from behind the bar. Behind the bar you see the biggest woman you've ever seen. The women is as tall as Khessa, but build like Dwarf. Not only muscles though, a significant portion is body fat. (Think Kingpin)
How about I pour your some Wheat beer? She aks, but also doesn't wait for an answer. She brings you 6 large beer steins filled with blond foaming beer.
The Half-Elf comes back with a bucket filled with a broth and 6 plates. Zeminny however gets a soup plate filled with a thick stew. Lot's of meat in there. He also gives Zemminy a cup a cup of steaming tea. The infuser is still in there and the Half-Elf winks at Zeminny as removes it. It's Naughty Caramel. He tells you. As he walks back to the kitchen he keeps looking over his shoulder at Zeminny.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
"Oh thanks milady!" the dwarf appears cheerful at the sight of the beers and the stews "do you know this Ontharr Frume fellow by the way?"
Oh please! You may me Savanna, darling! The lady replies. Sure thing, you have some business with the Order of the Gauntlet?
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
"the Order of the Gauntlet, you say? I've never heard before... but what I am sure about, is that we and Ontharr have a mutual friend and we need to meet him on his place. Do you know where we may find him?"
(rolled 1 on History check lol)
Kriv makes the tentacle shake Khessa's hand. "It kind of just came to me. Since my former crew almost killed me I've gained some... abilities. Like the large tentacle I summoned at the camp."
Khessa giggles amused as she shakes hand with the tentacle. Immediately after, she is already marking in her spellbook her impressions on how it felt to the touch (hard or soft, hot or cold, if it had a strong or weak grip...) and comments: "It's an amazing ability! So you can summon it in this small, so cute version… or in its big and deadly version! And you can do it as many times as you want? You just need to wish the tentacle (small or big) to appear and it will appear?"
While she looks at Kriv with blue eyes full of curiosity and interest, she already has the quill in hand to take further notes on her grimoire...
'Really interesting! And this, what kind of magic will it be? Perhaps a spontaneous manifestation similar to wild magic that, in some cases, empowers sorcerers?'
Zeminny will say thanks and dig right in, listening to the conversation with a huge smile.
occ: what knowledge does Eric have about outworld patrons that imbued warlocks magic?