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WIS Save 13. If below 15, the creature notes that the cloaked figure is thinking about spiders, loose pockets and the fun that could be had between switching their contents, the last time he ever had a drink, and the sewers.
Syver and Rise you feel a moment of discomfort like spiders crawling down you spine but it quickly passes as you shrug it away.
The creature cocks its head to one side as it studies you for a moment Payax.
Then with a sudden jolt its eyes open wide as your thoughts of calamari break through the mental din and it looks at you with shock Vezda just as Lina returns to the table with a tray of drinks and hands them round. She comes to you Payax and puts a small crimson pot down in front of you. It has a gilded lid and looks expensive.
"Simon told me you would appreciate it." The strange creature behind the bar is staring at you intently.
Payax you would know this to be a dragon born delicacy called Kalcas. It is a thick yellow paste that can be rubbed into the gums to produce a sensational variety of tastes and aromas that for a moment at least elicit a feeling of euphoria. It is also highly toxic for humans and very rare top side.
"So..." Lina continues, "I guess its time for proper introductions, who would like to go first?"
The cloaked figure pockets the crimson pot and lets his hood face the alien creature. A devious and toothed smile creeps across the cloaked figure's face. He then turns to Lina with a relaxed posture as she stares at him.
Rise leaned in his seat and looks over to Lina, tilting his head a bit before giving a 50/50 hand gesture. "I come up here sometimes to see family, but I usually stay down at my shop for the most part. I've always wanted to get a good look up here but never really had the chance too. Wasn't really allowed either."
"Me? Oh, no no, my aunt just never wanted me up here much, or near any airships for that matter. From my knowledge my family has a rocky past with it, but nothing I'm too upset about, my shop has been nice and cozy."
Payax, though your toothy smile is concealed from most in the room by your hood, the strange barkeep seems to have no trouble spotting it and he gives you a nervous nod before returning to his business.
As the rest of you chat more drinks are served until those of you inclined feel the familiar buzz of the alcohol releasing your tensions and lowering your inhibitions. Vezda every time your thoughts stray to Calamari the barman jumps a little and at one point drops a glass!
"Oh shit."
You all turn at the sudden outburst from Lina and you see her face has gone pale. This is the first time since you have met her that she has looked scared, and that is saying something given how you all met. You follow her gaze to see that several strangers have entered the room.
Orcs. Four of them in all and dressed much like Lina and Mender, so Skyriders most likely. They look pissed and they are heading straight for your table.
"I might owe you all a few more drinks after this."
“Oh now THIS looks like it’ll be fun.” Syver grips his warhammer and hops onto the ground. Smiling like a madman as he straps on his shield and is ready for a brawl.
Syver, knowing where this is going, having been in enough situations like this, grips his hammer. "Listen buddy, you are far outnumbered, outmatched and outsmarted. I will give you one chance to leave. Before this gets nasty, and trust me bud, you do not want this to get nasty." He spits some blood on the floor, his eyes flashing with the arcane, as he gives grippa a deadly stare, casting hunters mark.
Vezda grabs her drink and casually slips down from the table as the tensione escalates. She makes her way towards her calamari friend, hoping to find a good vantage point from behind the bar.
The barkeep watches you warily Vezda as you slip behind the bar.
You suddenly have the strangest of tingling sensations in your head as he speaks to you, "You may hide here Dwarf, but please desist with the squid recipes. I do not taste as good as I look, I assure you." as the words sink in you realise with wonder that the barkeep is speaking directly into you mind!
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WIS Save 13. If below 15, the creature notes that the cloaked figure is thinking about spiders, loose pockets and the fun that could be had between switching their contents, the last time he ever had a drink, and the sewers.
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His thoughts remain his own
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Vezda is trying her best not to stare at the creature, but can’t help but envision some delicious fried calamari.
Syver and Rise you feel a moment of discomfort like spiders crawling down you spine but it quickly passes as you shrug it away.
Then with a sudden jolt its eyes open wide as your thoughts of calamari break through the mental din and it looks at you with shock Vezda just as Lina returns to the table with a tray of drinks and hands them round. She comes to you Payax and puts a small crimson pot down in front of you. It has a gilded lid and looks expensive.
Payax you would know this to be a dragon born delicacy called Kalcas. It is a thick yellow paste that can be rubbed into the gums to produce a sensational variety of tastes and aromas that for a moment at least elicit a feeling of euphoria. It is also highly toxic for humans and very rare top side.
"So..." Lina continues, "I guess its time for proper introductions, who would like to go first?"
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
“I’m Syver the Blooded, famed mercenary from the delve.” He takes a loooong swig. Getting booze in his beard.
“Name’s Vezda Stormight,” she happily takes her drink. “I run the Greenline Canteen.”
She gives you a curious stare Payax as you remain silent, before turning to you Rise,
"Sure I've seen you round here before.. you hang around the Roost much?"
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
The cloaked figure pockets the crimson pot and lets his hood face the alien creature. A devious and toothed smile creeps across the cloaked figure's face. He then turns to Lina with a relaxed posture as she stares at him.
Rise leaned in his seat and looks over to Lina, tilting his head a bit before giving a 50/50 hand gesture. "I come up here sometimes to see family, but I usually stay down at my shop for the most part. I've always wanted to get a good look up here but never really had the chance too. Wasn't really allowed either."
Vezda, still mulling over some sauces that pair well with calamari, turns to Rise "Lemo- I mean, why you not allowed up?"
"Something fun happen to ye lad?"
"Me? Oh, no no, my aunt just never wanted me up here much, or near any airships for that matter. From my knowledge my family has a rocky past with it, but nothing I'm too upset about, my shop has been nice and cozy."
Payax, though your toothy smile is concealed from most in the room by your hood, the strange barkeep seems to have no trouble spotting it and he gives you a nervous nod before returning to his business.
As the rest of you chat more drinks are served until those of you inclined feel the familiar buzz of the alcohol releasing your tensions and lowering your inhibitions. Vezda every time your thoughts stray to Calamari the barman jumps a little and at one point drops a glass!
You all turn at the sudden outburst from Lina and you see her face has gone pale. This is the first time since you have met her that she has looked scared, and that is saying something given how you all met. You follow her gaze to see that several strangers have entered the room.
Orcs. Four of them in all and dressed much like Lina and Mender, so Skyriders most likely. They look pissed and they are heading straight for your table.
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
“Oh now THIS looks like it’ll be fun.” Syver grips his warhammer and hops onto the ground. Smiling like a madman as he straps on his shield and is ready for a brawl.
"Mr Sticks wants his money Lina and we're here to collect."
Syver you are almost toe to toe with the orc Grippa as he sneers down at Lina. The rest of you can see the situation escalating quickly.
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Syver, knowing where this is going, having been in enough situations like this, grips his hammer. "Listen buddy, you are far outnumbered, outmatched and outsmarted. I will give you one chance to leave. Before this gets nasty, and trust me bud, you do not want this to get nasty." He spits some blood on the floor, his eyes flashing with the arcane, as he gives grippa a deadly stare, casting hunters mark.
Roll for intimidation Syver.
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Vezda grabs her drink and casually slips down from the table as the tensione escalates. She makes her way towards her calamari friend, hoping to find a good vantage point from behind the bar.
Rise watches the situation and tries to sneak too get to a good vantage point to shoot someone in case a fight breaks loose.
You suddenly have the strangest of tingling sensations in your head as he speaks to you, "You may hide here Dwarf, but please desist with the squid recipes. I do not taste as good as I look, I assure you." as the words sink in you realise with wonder that the barkeep is speaking directly into you mind!
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain