The cloaked figure tilts its head as he see's the drugged up brute and sits in a cross as they look directly at them, seemingly not hostile. An owl perches onto the figure's shoulder and the cloaked figure almost eerily seems to beckon you to chat with him.
He is holding onto the edge of the hatch. His legs dangling, as he flails wildly trying to pull himself up. “There is someone up here! Give me a f*cking boost already!!”
The cloaked figure pulls you up to him as he continues to sit in a non threatening way. The figure is relaxed and wearing gear that would denounce someone using obsolete gear, but in a way that shows a level of intelligence that could use them well. The figure seems ready to chat, less interested in the cursing and more interested in any kind of small talk.
The figure shakes its head as if you asked the wrong question and does a spinning hand signal, eluding to you trying again. Considering this figure has remained entirely quiet, even to this point, its unlikely they will say a word unless forced to. The owl on their shoulder seems to be staring at you intently.
The elevator soon reaches the ground floor and Lina leads you all out onto a small promenade. You see a few locals milling around but it is not too busy. Nobody pays any particular attention to you all even though you are an odd crew with one member soaked head to toe in blood. Rise you would know that strange and unusual is just the way things are in the Roost and Skyriders dont get spooked easily.
You all follow Lina (unless you don't) across the promenade to a large tavern named the Sodden Cog.
“Boring. Rum runner for me!” And she sits down next to whoever has the best angle of where the kitchen would be, hoping to catch sight of any outgoing dishes and drinks.
Lina heads to the bar to fetch drinks as you all take your seats.
"Service!" she calls out as the bar appears to be unmanned.
The kitchen door at the rear then opens and Vezda you are the first to see the strange figure that emerges. Rise, being a one time local this will come as no surprise to you. Four tentacles snake from what appears to be an octopus-like head. The tentacles flexing twitching as having a life of their own. Anywhere else it would be a visage of horror, but here, dressed in an apron and apparently serving drinks it is just utterly confusing. The creature towers over Lina as it silently takes her order and sets about pouring the rum.
Everyone make a DC 15 WIS saving throw as it glances over to look at you all. On a failure describe your surface thoughts.
Nat 20!! I open it as agressive as I can.
You all look up in surprise as the hatch above opens as someone reaches through offering a peace sign before closing the hatch once more.
Syver you surge upward, clambering up the wall and smashing through the hatch with furious energy.
Syver and Payax you are now face to face atop the descending elevator.
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“Who the f*ck are you you b*tch *ss looking b*stard!!”
The cloaked figure tilts its head as he see's the drugged up brute and sits in a cross as they look directly at them, seemingly not hostile. An owl perches onto the figure's shoulder and the cloaked figure almost eerily seems to beckon you to chat with him.
He is holding onto the edge of the hatch. His legs dangling, as he flails wildly trying to pull himself up.
“There is someone up here! Give me a f*cking boost already!!”
The cloaked figure pulls you up to him as he continues to sit in a non threatening way. The figure is relaxed and wearing gear that would denounce someone using obsolete gear, but in a way that shows a level of intelligence that could use them well. The figure seems ready to chat, less interested in the cursing and more interested in any kind of small talk.
“So, yer name?”
"Quit kicking so much!" Vezda yells as she goes to push your boot before he's pulled up from above. "Is it the guards again?"
The figure shakes its head as if you asked the wrong question and does a spinning hand signal, eluding to you trying again. Considering this figure has remained entirely quiet, even to this point, its unlikely they will say a word unless forced to. The owl on their shoulder seems to be staring at you intently.
"If you aint gonna kill whoever it is, then invite them down. This aint no time for tea parties on the roof."
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“ALRIGHT I AM F*CKING COMING!! Oi Shady get down, you mean peace and we’re on the move. So keep up.”
Syver drops down back to the others.
Vezda clatters out of the way of the incoming dwarf and guest. She fishes out an apple for the newbie from the net arm.
The cloaked figure hops down taking a spot in a corner and seemingly more relaxed now that he has been invited back to the crew.
"Where did you..? What... but you must have.. how? and..." she throws her hands up in the air, "Never mind, I dont want to know."
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The elevator soon reaches the ground floor and Lina leads you all out onto a small promenade. You see a few locals milling around but it is not too busy. Nobody pays any particular attention to you all even though you are an odd crew with one member soaked head to toe in blood. Rise you would know that strange and unusual is just the way things are in the Roost and Skyriders dont get spooked easily.
You all follow Lina (unless you don't) across the promenade to a large tavern named the Sodden Cog.
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The cloaked figure shakes his hand at the offer, instead opting to sit at a table resting their head on their hands upright.
“I’ll just have a pint of dwarven rum.”
he takes a seat at the bar. Leaping to get onto a seat.
“Boring. Rum runner for me!” And she sits down next to whoever has the best angle of where the kitchen would be, hoping to catch sight of any outgoing dishes and drinks.
Lina heads to the bar to fetch drinks as you all take your seats.
The kitchen door at the rear then opens and Vezda you are the first to see the strange figure that emerges. Rise, being a one time local this will come as no surprise to you. Four tentacles snake from what appears to be an octopus-like head. The tentacles flexing twitching as having a life of their own. Anywhere else it would be a visage of horror, but here, dressed in an apron and apparently serving drinks it is just utterly confusing. The creature towers over Lina as it silently takes her order and sets about pouring the rum.
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Syver rubs his temples a little at the mental tug. Looking around a little confused as one hand lightly rests on his hammer.
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