In a deep and exotic sounding accent he says, "Pardon. Is there a place one a stranger may go to enjoy a hot meal and crafted spirits or wine? Preferably one not overly crowded or unsafe. If the establishment is what I ask then I will put in a kind word for you to possibly help business."
His reaction is, initially, one of surprise, for he did not realize that anyone was approaching him. After turning his attention toward you, you quickly perceive a look of concern on his face. He tries to disguise it from you, but you recognize it for what it is: a distrust for tieflings. Something you've seen time and time again.
Hoping you hadn't noticed his silent reaction to your appearance, he begins to speak in an overly conciliatory tone. "That would be quite an honor, sir, to have someone of your position saying a kind word about me. That's very good of you. Truly it is. If you don't mind my saying so, you impress me as being inclined toward the finer things; so, I think The Singing Fire would suit you very well. If not there, then maybe The Sailor's Hammock. The more sophisticated folk stay in those places, if you know what I mean."
After a few minutes walking across the city and amazed of the crowd and the traffic that fills the city, Frandal reaches the Northen part of the city and he asks again for the location of the Sham’s Peg.
After crossing the Sea Bridge, you approach a street-side vendor to ask for further instructions on reaching Sham's Peg. As soon as you begin to speak, you're aware that someone, or something, is making a blundering attempt to pick your pocket. You snap your head around and see that the closest person to you is a female half-elf ; she is partially crouched, picking up some items that lie on the ground (a few potatoes, an apple, and a small bottle made of dark glass). It appears these things fell out of the basket she is holding in one hand.
"No I haven't slain any dragons dear one but I have slayed many a dragon poxs. Does that make be a hero," Alora asks curiously with a smile stopping in the street to engage the children. "Tell me I am looking for the Donnybrook am I far or have a made a wrong turn," she then asks the children.
Alora makes no effort to blend she doesn't think to seeing that her symbols of the Morninglord are her talismans against evil as well as her beckons for those in need of help. Alora's also is from a small village. Whitby is mostly human and half-elven so seeing other races of folk around is amazing to her and has been since she began her travels!
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"No I haven't slain any dragons dear one but I have slayed many a dragon poxs. Does that make be a hero," Alora asks curiously with a smile stopping in the street to engage the children. "Tell me I am looking for the Donnybrook am I far or have a made a wrong turn," she then asks the children.
"Not far at all!" blurts Tarnie's sister. "We can walk with you. It's just another minute or two away."
"Hello, little child. Don't worry about carrying anything, I've already got a porter. Come over here, Garius!" She picks a bit of fleece off of her cloak then gestures toward a fat, smelly man loaded with three trunks and a bag full of clinking gold coins. (Major Image) "Well, shall we proceed to this tavern?" As they walk through the crowd, Arissa cries out "Watch out! Coming through! Make way please!"
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
"By all means lead the way," Alora smiles gesturing for the children to lead her true!
Alora looks at the children, are they well fed and clothed? I'm not sure an perception of them would do but I'll roll whatever you think is necessary!! What about the town? Is it a nice part they're traveling through? Also any way to see if there's an adult keeping watch on them nearby or following?
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After a few minutes walking across the city and amazed of the crowd and the traffic that fills the city, Frandal reaches the Northen part of the city and he asks again for the location of the Sham’s Peg.
After crossing the Sea Bridge, you approach a street-side vendor to ask for further instructions on reaching Sham's Peg. As soon as you begin to speak, you're aware that someone, or something, is making a blundering attempt to pick your pocket. You snap your head around and see that the closest person to you is a female half-elf ; she is partially crouched, picking up some items that lie on the ground (a few potatoes, an apple, and a small bottle made of dark glass). It appears these things fell out of the basket she is holding in one hand.
Did I still have the things at my pocket?
Frandal quickly takes on of his hands to his pocket and looks at the woman first and around one second later.
“What are you doing?”
Celebquesse (wich means silver feathers in elven) jumps from his shoulder and makes circles around him ready to warn him of any danger.
"Hello, little child. Don't worry about carrying anything, I've already got a porter. Come over here, Garius!" She picks a bit of fleece off of her cloak then gestures toward a fat, smelly man loaded with three trunks and a bag full of clinking gold coins. (Major Image) "Well, shall we proceed to this tavern?" As they walk through the crowd, Arissa cries out "Watch out! Coming through! Make way please!"
Renna seems relieved and makes her way to the edge of the dock where she was previously sitting. The man who fetched Renna has a quizzical look on his face as he tries to figure out how he hadn't noticed Garius until now. As you clear a path for your "porter", a deckhand who is making his way toward the city says to you, "I overheard what he was tellin' ye, I did. The Nightbear! Gah! Just the place if you're wantin' watery ale and a dingy room, I say. Better off looking for lodging at Sham's Peg or The Donnybrook, I say. Fair prices and good service. One more thing. That Garius is a funny thing, I tell ye. Thought I knew everyone who'd spent even one hour on these docks! Yet, seemingly outta thin air appears a new face. What a day!"
As he speeds up and heads toward the city, the deckhand calls out in your general direction, "Happy Festival to you!"
Alora looks at the children, are they well fed and clothed? I'm not sure an perception of them would do but I'll roll whatever you think is necessary!! What about the town? Is it a nice part they're traveling through? Also any way to see if there's an adult keeping watch on them nearby or following?
Nothing seems amiss with the halfling children, and this part of town appears to be very safe. You estimate the eldest of the three is a teenager (in halfling years, anyway). So the younger two seem to be under her watch.
As you finish crossing the bridge, you notice a large bird of prey circling over the area. Its flight path is unusually low, and the streets are rather crowded; so it's hard to imagine that the bird is actually looking for food.
After a few minutes walking across the city and amazed of the crowd and the traffic that fills the city, Frandal reaches the Northen part of the city and he asks again for the location of the Sham’s Peg.
After crossing the Sea Bridge, you approach a street-side vendor to ask for further instructions on reaching Sham's Peg. As soon as you begin to speak, you're aware that someone, or something, is making a blundering attempt to pick your pocket. You snap your head around and see that the closest person to you is a female half-elf ; she is partially crouched, picking up some items that lie on the ground (a few potatoes, an apple, and a small bottle made of dark glass). It appears these things fell out of the basket she is holding in one hand.
Did I still have the things at my pocket?
“What are you doing?”
Nothing is missing. But you're certain someone tried to pick your pocket.
The half-elf girl looks at you, furrows her brow, and narrows her eyes. She speaks harshly. "What am I doing? Surely you jest. I should be the one to ask, 'What are you doing?" Can't you see you've caused me to spill my things on the ground?"
Arissa heads toward the Donnybrook, asking various people along the way for directions until she finds it.
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Insight:12
”I am sorry “says Frandal “I thought that someone was trying to steal from me.”
“Please let me help you” with a last glance around he kneels and hands the bottle to the half-elf woman using only one hand and keeping the other near his purse of coins.
”I am sorry “says Frandal “I thought that someone was trying to steal from me.”
“Please let me help you” with a last glance around he kneels and hands the bottle to the half-elf woman using only one hand and keeping the other near his purse of coins.
Her attitude softens a bit, and after placing her belongings in the basket she disappears into the crowd.
Arissa heads toward the Donnybrook, asking various people along the way for directions until she finds it.
And without incident, you do so. You enter The Donnybrook from the west, and the ground floor is, as you'd expect, almost entirely a large open room filled with long, hefty tables and benches. You're able to recognize that the place is extremely tidy, which seems a small miracle on a day like to day when so many people are in the place, eating, drinking, and talking. The bulk of the patrons are humans, but you see three elves sitting together in one corner, and sprinkled throughout the room are a few halflings and dwarves. One dwarf in particular is doing a fine job of filling the room with the smoky haze and aroma of pipe tobacco. The conversation is lively, the atmosphere seems warm and accepting, and the food that just passed by you on a platter being carried by a fleet-footed middle-aged woman looks very appetizing.
A large male human, who walked in alone immediately after you, seems to be surveying the scene as well. His clothes have a travel-worn appearance, and he carries a rapier and a scimitar. You seem relatively confident he was one of the passengers on the ship that carried you to Syndaris.
Scattered around the room are some open spots for you to sit if you elect to do so.
Kurt responds to Morindak in dwarvish, "I actaully know very little about the contest.Was helping bring a caravan into a city when I hear about the Tournament. I came looking to give the dwarfs some real competition, and not let them push everyone around" jokingly slaps him on the back.
"Hey is that the Donnybrook over there? pointing to the sign down the road to Morindak
Kurt responds to Morindak in dwarvish, "I actaully know very little about the contest.Was helping bring a caravan into a city when I hear about the Tournament. I came looking to give the dwarfs some real competition, and not let them push everyone around" jokingly slaps him on the back.
"Hey is that the Donnybrook over there? pointing to the sign down the road to Morindak
"That's the place. Be sure to ask for the rabbit stew. I swear there's some magic at work in Pom's kitchen, for his stew has no equal."
Morindak begins to walk away but pauses and says, "But don't drink too much today. I don't want you making any excuses tomorrow when you see Morindak the dwarf's name sitting atop the winners' list!"
You walk into The Donnybrook a few seconds after a dark-skinned female; she's actually someone who looks a bit familiar. Possibly she was one of your fellow passengers on the journey to Syndaris. She has three instruments strapped to her back and a rapier sheathed in her belt.
Arissa sits down, perhaps with some halflings, if there is room at their table.
"Greetings, fine fellows! I am a traveler of distant lands, new to this town. Perhaps you could tell me some things about it, so that I may be less ignorant."
Garius goes and asks for a room. (I will pay with mage hand.)
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Ozum thanks the vender and happily makes his way northward. Taking in the sights and smells excitedly, the gnome stops to look at one of the many flyers.
He thinks to himself "This could be a money-making opportunity. No magic of course, so I can't compete. I'm sure someone takes bets on this though." He takes the flyer and stuffs it in his robe.
Going over the bridge, he looks for the inns mentioned to him and heads toward the Donnybrook.
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"No I haven't slain any dragons dear one but I have slayed many a dragon poxs. Does that make be a hero," Alora asks curiously with a smile stopping in the street to engage the children. "Tell me I am looking for the Donnybrook am I far or have a made a wrong turn," she then asks the children.
Alora makes no effort to blend she doesn't think to seeing that her symbols of the Morninglord are her talismans against evil as well as her beckons for those in need of help. Alora's also is from a small village. Whitby is mostly human and half-elven so seeing other races of folk around is amazing to her and has been since she began her travels!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Hello, little child. Don't worry about carrying anything, I've already got a porter. Come over here, Garius!" She picks a bit of fleece off of her cloak then gestures toward a fat, smelly man loaded with three trunks and a bag full of clinking gold coins. (Major Image) "Well, shall we proceed to this tavern?" As they walk through the crowd, Arissa cries out "Watch out! Coming through! Make way please!"
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
"By all means lead the way," Alora smiles gesturing for the children to lead her true!
Alora looks at the children, are they well fed and clothed? I'm not sure an perception of them would do but I'll roll whatever you think is necessary!! What about the town? Is it a nice part they're traveling through? Also any way to see if there's an adult keeping watch on them nearby or following?
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Did I still have the things at my pocket?
Frandal quickly takes on of his hands to his pocket and looks at the woman first and around one second later.
“What are you doing?”
Celebquesse (wich means silver feathers in elven) jumps from his shoulder and makes circles around him ready to warn him of any danger.
PbP Character: A few ;)
As you finish crossing the bridge, you notice a large bird of prey circling over the area. Its flight path is unusually low, and the streets are rather crowded; so it's hard to imagine that the bird is actually looking for food.
Nothing is missing. But you're certain someone tried to pick your pocket.
The half-elf girl looks at you, furrows her brow, and narrows her eyes. She speaks harshly. "What am I doing? Surely you jest. I should be the one to ask, 'What are you doing?" Can't you see you've caused me to spill my things on the ground?"
Arissa heads toward the Donnybrook, asking various people along the way for directions until she finds it.
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Insight:12
”I am sorry “ says Frandal “I thought that someone was trying to steal from me.”
“Please let me help you” with a last glance around he kneels and hands the bottle to the half-elf woman using only one hand and keeping the other near his purse of coins.
PbP Character: A few ;)
In a few places through the city, as each of you make your way from the docks toward your destination, you see this flier:
After checking that he still has all his belongings he ask the eagle
*Everything Ok? Can we continue?*
*You should have more care... and stop flirting with the first woman that crosses your path*
*I wasn’t flirting... I was tryin to... Argh you are an horrible animal * he ends when he hears in his mind the eagle laughing of him.
*Let’s move I want to sing up for that tournament and find a place to sleep*
PbP Character: A few ;)
A large male human, who walked in alone immediately after you, seems to be surveying the scene as well. His clothes have a travel-worn appearance, and he carries a rapier and a scimitar. You seem relatively confident he was one of the passengers on the ship that carried you to Syndaris.
Kurt responds to Morindak in dwarvish, "I actaully know very little about the contest.Was helping bring a caravan into a city when I hear about the Tournament. I came looking to give the dwarfs some real competition, and not let them push everyone around" jokingly slaps him on the back.
"Hey is that the Donnybrook over there? pointing to the sign down the road to Morindak
Kurt Stoneseeker
Ragmin Graybeard
You walk into The Donnybrook a few seconds after a dark-skinned female; she's actually someone who looks a bit familiar. Possibly she was one of your fellow passengers on the journey to Syndaris. She has three instruments strapped to her back and a rapier sheathed in her belt.
Arissa sits down, perhaps with some halflings, if there is room at their table.
"Greetings, fine fellows! I am a traveler of distant lands, new to this town. Perhaps you could tell me some things about it, so that I may be less ignorant."
Garius goes and asks for a room. (I will pay with mage hand.)
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Ozum thanks the vender and happily makes his way northward. Taking in the sights and smells excitedly, the gnome stops to look at one of the many flyers.
He thinks to himself "This could be a money-making opportunity. No magic of course, so I can't compete. I'm sure someone takes bets on this though." He takes the flyer and stuffs it in his robe.
Going over the bridge, he looks for the inns mentioned to him and heads toward the Donnybrook.