"Rain pours down from the sky of Sharn in heaping masses. The 12 moons of eberron are all at their peak illuminating the city as if it is almost day. The sound of the rain provides a soothing sound so great that some people have fallen asleep in the street. THough most people are at their homes sleeping, you are awake. You are in the market district of the Dura quarter known as Bazaar. Strange shops are everywhere and Marketers are yelling everywhere, “Baby milk, Baby milk, Get yer fresh Baby milk.”"
Introduce your characters to each other.
And here are your rules
1: You may cuss but nothing serious
2: Id like you to play seriously, please dont reference real world things in this adventure.
3: Be nice to each other
4: If you have a problem please tell me
5: If you die its nobodys fault, just roll up a new character.
Wandering restless through the streets is a half-elf well-dressed according to Aundarian fashion, collar of his jacket popped up as he glides through the market taking in the sights, the sounds, the smells, hands in pockets as he examines the wares. His fine leather boots make soft clacks on the stone paths through the colorful baazaar, and he wears an approachable smile on his face. He tries to look for shops selling fine wares, mainly shiny things or decorative objects.
A fire genasi, with tan skin, and orange hair that ends in small, harmless flames walks through the bazaar. His robe of red and charcoal swishes dramatically as he browses the bazaar. As you watch, his hair releases a small spark, and he pockets a small trinket off a jeweler's table. He stops at a small stand selling pastries, and sits in one of the outdoor chairs to people-watch.
A rather skinny Shifter sits on the floor against a wall under the side of a shop's tarp, shivering a bit. He is wearing a long grey fur coat over his hair-covered chest and thin leather pants, and on his feet are simple wooden sandals. Around his neck is a stained bronze amulet. The cold is clearly not something this Shifter is used to, but at least it's nearly morning.
A beautiful, bald and androgynous elf with a hood up walks out of a shop admiring a small bottle of something blue with a smile.
The elf is dressed in clothing that's tight around the ends, and loose in the middle. The slippers they wear are not very well suited for the rain, but they walk along, skipping between the puddles. They seem quite pleased with themselves.
A brute of an orc goes about the streets, peering into stores and checking their doors. The rain soaked his head, drenching his ponytail that held his sparse hair. The uniform he wore has been frayed and stained, patched with random pieces of clothes, finally getting a wash in the rain. While he had an axe and shield upon his back, he seemed to fiddle more with his hands. Although the cold bothered him, he was more concerned with something else.
A tall and broad-shouldered human woman with a broad, rather plain face passes by. She looks at shops, one by one, shaking her head at each, then moving on. She wears a leather apron and skirt, a tool belt and scale armor. Her massive scarred arms mark her out as some type of smith. She has messy blonde hair, curls escaping all over from her loose braid.
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"Is it usually this busy at this time of night?" the Shifter asks himself, quietly. Hearing voices, he shifts around to see above the crates, looking at the Genasi and the Orc. He tries his best to remain unnoticed.
"Is it usually this busy at this time of night?" the Shifter asks himself, quietly. Hearing voices, he shifts around to see above the crates, looking at the Genasi and the Orc. He tries his best to remain unnoticed.
Stealth: 14
Virst, Tenacity. Make a perception check contesting his stealth check.
Geiselle starts a conversation with a young man selling some basic metal hardware.
Spoiler for the details of what she talks to him about, since not everyone probably hears it. I assume the DM can rule on who hears it.
She basically chats him up and tries to see if he works for himself or someone else. If he’s his own boss, she smiles and buys about 2 gp worth of assorted hardware for tinkering. If he works for someone else, she tries to inquire about pay and working conditions to see if he might amenable to the labor movement. DM: Let me know if you want any rolls.
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The genasi fails to notice the shifter, and instead keeps talking to the orc. "Yeah, sometimes you just need some coin. Can't be picky. Especially if people don't generally like your patron."
The genasi fails to notice the shifter, and instead keeps talking to the orc. "Yeah, sometimes you just need some coin. Can't be picky. Especially if people don't generally like your patron."
Geiselle starts a conversation with a young man selling some basic metal hardware.
Spoiler for the details of what she talks to him about, since not everyone probably hears it. I assume the DM can rule on who hears it.
She basically chats him up and tries to see if he works for himself or someone else. If he’s his own boss, she smiles and buys about 2 gp worth of assorted hardware for tinkering. If he works for someone else, she tries to inquire about pay and working conditions to see if he might amenable to the labor movement. DM: Let me know if you want any rolls.
He works for himself and owns his own shop, but because of being in the Dura quarter, he still makes a poor income.
"Ah, people didn't like who you worked for. Can kind of relate, worked with a bit of a battle manic for a while. Wasn't my kind of crowd though." he responds to the genasi
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Blood in the bazaar
"Rain pours down from the sky of Sharn in heaping masses. The 12 moons of eberron are all at their peak illuminating the city as if it is almost day. The sound of the rain provides a soothing sound so great that some people have fallen asleep in the street. THough most people are at their homes sleeping, you are awake. You are in the market district of the Dura quarter known as Bazaar. Strange shops are everywhere and Marketers are yelling everywhere, “Baby milk, Baby milk, Get yer fresh Baby milk.”"
Introduce your characters to each other.
And here are your rules
1: You may cuss but nothing serious
2: Id like you to play seriously, please dont reference real world things in this adventure.
3: Be nice to each other
4: If you have a problem please tell me
5: If you die its nobodys fault, just roll up a new character.
6: NO DIRTY JOKES WHATSOEVER
Wandering restless through the streets is a half-elf well-dressed according to Aundarian fashion, collar of his jacket popped up as he glides through the market taking in the sights, the sounds, the smells, hands in pockets as he examines the wares. His fine leather boots make soft clacks on the stone paths through the colorful baazaar, and he wears an approachable smile on his face. He tries to look for shops selling fine wares, mainly shiny things or decorative objects.
Farewell.
A fire genasi, with tan skin, and orange hair that ends in small, harmless flames walks through the bazaar. His robe of red and charcoal swishes dramatically as he browses the bazaar. As you watch, his hair releases a small spark, and he pockets a small trinket off a jeweler's table. He stops at a small stand selling pastries, and sits in one of the outdoor chairs to people-watch.
A rather skinny Shifter sits on the floor against a wall under the side of a shop's tarp, shivering a bit. He is wearing a long grey fur coat over his hair-covered chest and thin leather pants, and on his feet are simple wooden sandals. Around his neck is a stained bronze amulet. The cold is clearly not something this Shifter is used to, but at least it's nearly morning.
A beautiful, bald and androgynous elf with a hood up walks out of a shop admiring a small bottle of something blue with a smile.
The elf is dressed in clothing that's tight around the ends, and loose in the middle. The slippers they wear are not very well suited for the rain, but they walk along, skipping between the puddles. They seem quite pleased with themselves.
Paladin - warforged - orange
A brute of an orc goes about the streets, peering into stores and checking their doors. The rain soaked his head, drenching his ponytail that held his sparse hair. The uniform he wore has been frayed and stained, patched with random pieces of clothes, finally getting a wash in the rain. While he had an axe and shield upon his back, he seemed to fiddle more with his hands. Although the cold bothered him, he was more concerned with something else.
(ooc: Are any shops of note are currently open? If so what wares are they selling?)
Farewell.
Koryns quills are currently open. They sell lots of different paper, quills, and ink.
The genasi gets up, runs his fingers through his hair, and approaches the orc. "Excuse me, Sir. You seem distraught. Are you looking for something?"
"I mean...in way," the orc scratches his temple, "Kinda...looking for work. Ain't used to shop work but I can't be choosey."
A tall and broad-shouldered human woman with a broad, rather plain face passes by. She looks at shops, one by one, shaking her head at each, then moving on. She wears a leather apron and skirt, a tool belt and scale armor. Her massive scarred arms mark her out as some type of smith. She has messy blonde hair, curls escaping all over from her loose braid.
Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain
Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
DM - The Old Keep
"Is it usually this busy at this time of night?" the Shifter asks himself, quietly. Hearing voices, he shifts around to see above the crates, looking at the Genasi and the Orc. He tries his best to remain unnoticed.
Stealth: 17
Virst, Tenacity. Make a perception check contesting his stealth check.
Perception: 13
Geiselle starts a conversation with a young man selling some basic metal hardware.
Spoiler for the details of what she talks to him about, since not everyone probably hears it. I assume the DM can rule on who hears it.
She basically chats him up and tries to see if he works for himself or someone else. If he’s his own boss, she smiles and buys about 2 gp worth of assorted hardware for tinkering. If he works for someone else, she tries to inquire about pay and working conditions to see if he might amenable to the labor movement. DM: Let me know if you want any rolls.
Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain
Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
DM - The Old Keep
Perception:3
The genasi fails to notice the shifter, and instead keeps talking to the orc. "Yeah, sometimes you just need some coin. Can't be picky. Especially if people don't generally like your patron."
Alright Fireboy you are able to evade both of the Orc And Genasi's notice.
He works for himself and owns his own shop, but because of being in the Dura quarter, he still makes a poor income.
"Ah, people didn't like who you worked for. Can kind of relate, worked with a bit of a battle manic for a while. Wasn't my kind of crowd though." he responds to the genasi