"Please unhand my friend the barkeep, before I give you a rap on the head for your rudeness. As you can see there is no half-orc here." Mathus tell the anxious warrior
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"Enough of this. Someone must have spoken with him. $50 gold right now to anyone who provides information on where our quarry has fled to."
From the back of the tavern by the card table one of the three, one you don't recognize, stands up. He's a tall human with long orange hair and tattered robes. "I saw him, he was back here playing cards when I arrived. He said he was headed out of town. Headed south I think. Said he had scores to settle in Gograin. Now let's see the coin chap."
"Oh, Kore so bent on revenge. You should have just run." then "Yes, here you go dog, I suspect you'll drink yourself to death with this." He pulls from his cloak a hefty sack and tosses it to the man, who catches it with one hand. With that the cloaked figure turns to the door "Zielony, Niebeiski, Czerwony, come. We're off, our quarry has fled." The dwarves retreat to follow the figure and they are gone as quickly as they arrived.
Pits stands and turns to "orange-hair" human "Aye! Lil Parrot earn some fine money today! Ye better double check ye back from now on! Ye be in trouble when ye half-orc friend learn bout you"
[OOC: What should i roll to check if this human is not half-orc under some magic cover?]
He laughs for a second. "Aye lovely mateys, anyone wanna buy me a drink and listen the legend of cursed rescue ship Mona?"
The tavern reverts back to a low murmur as people get back to their drinks. Most wanting just to forget the incident but a few look around. Unthar shakes off Mathus' concern "Ah back ta' yer table boy, I'm fine. Nothing coupla' pints won't solve." Turns to the back "But you there, who are ya and what the hell do ya think yer' doing? You don't help men like that. Never, those are Blackhanders, boy. They're trouble soup ta nuts!"
"Yes, mother, I'll be good from now on." He winks "How about rounds on me, or rather, on those dunces?!" With his wink the man's form fades into that of the Half Orc you saw earlier.
Lucian chuckles to himself, leaning back in his chair after the statement. Wonder who those lugs were anyway he contemplates while he waits for the tavern to quiet down again. "Barkeep, another glass, if you please." Lucian raises his now empty glass up.
The door bursts open and a man in armor charges in screaming "Unthar, Fire on the south side of town! Get everyone out here to help!" You can smell the the burning on the air as the wind blows in through the door.
Lucian rolls his eyes. "Just one quiet night, is it too much to ask." He mumbles to himself as he gets up from his chair and retrieves his pack. He is going to go to help, but doesn't seem to be in a huge rush to do so.
The majority of the tavern pours out into the street but only a handful, the four of you included make deliberate motions towards the south side of town. Outside the cool night air is heavy with the smell of burning. For those with stronger senses smell, you notice other more pungent scents in the air. The commotion at the end of the street parts and you see a 6 buildings engulfed in flame with another couple starting to catch fire.
If the ones starting to catch fire are not in huge flames yet, Lucian will use Prestidigitation to snuff those smaller fires. "They should probably invest in a water-based cleric in their church." He comments, apathetic to this tragedy.
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Yes, Unthar is still being held.
"Please unhand my friend the barkeep, before I give you a rap on the head for your rudeness. As you can see there is no half-orc here." Mathus tell the anxious warrior
Pit continues swinging on chair "And what ye gonna do? Blow as down cause we not know where some scallywag is? We ain't afraid of ye kind."
Small sparks jump from Pit ears
[OOC: Ray of Frost ready]
"Enough of this. Someone must have spoken with him. $50 gold right now to anyone who provides information on where our quarry has fled to."
From the back of the tavern by the card table one of the three, one you don't recognize, stands up. He's a tall human with long orange hair and tattered robes. "I saw him, he was back here playing cards when I arrived. He said he was headed out of town. Headed south I think. Said he had scores to settle in Gograin. Now let's see the coin chap."
Deception check: 18
"Oh, Kore so bent on revenge. You should have just run." then "Yes, here you go dog, I suspect you'll drink yourself to death with this." He pulls from his cloak a hefty sack and tosses it to the man, who catches it with one hand. With that the cloaked figure turns to the door "Zielony, Niebeiski, Czerwony, come. We're off, our quarry has fled." The dwarves retreat to follow the figure and they are gone as quickly as they arrived.
Lucian sits and listens to this fellow he doesn't recognise. Was he really there before? He ponders.
Insight: 17
I must've just overlooked that oaf. Lucian thinks before taking another sip.
[ OOC: Whoa npcs use my native language ;) ]
Mathus makes sure Unthar is ok, and goes back to his drink and talking to Blixem
Pits stands and turns to "orange-hair" human "Aye! Lil Parrot earn some fine money today! Ye better double check ye back from now on! Ye be in trouble when ye half-orc friend learn bout you"
[OOC: What should i roll to check if this human is not half-orc under some magic cover?]
He laughs for a second. "Aye lovely mateys, anyone wanna buy me a drink and listen the legend of cursed rescue ship Mona?"
The tavern reverts back to a low murmur as people get back to their drinks. Most wanting just to forget the incident but a few look around. Unthar shakes off Mathus' concern "Ah back ta' yer table boy, I'm fine. Nothing coupla' pints won't solve." Turns to the back "But you there, who are ya and what the hell do ya think yer' doing? You don't help men like that. Never, those are Blackhanders, boy. They're trouble soup ta nuts!"
"Yes, mother, I'll be good from now on." He winks "How about rounds on me, or rather, on those dunces?!" With his wink the man's form fades into that of the Half Orc you saw earlier.
Lucian chuckles to himself, leaning back in his chair after the statement. Wonder who those lugs were anyway he contemplates while he waits for the tavern to quiet down again. "Barkeep, another glass, if you please." Lucian raises his now empty glass up.
Mathus thinks to himself "now I h ave seen everything, a half-orc hwho isn't a half-orc"
Pit rises his mug "Aye nice trick matey. It looks ye much bette' in magickz than cards. Ye must be fine traveler"
The door bursts open and a man in armor charges in screaming "Unthar, Fire on the south side of town! Get everyone out here to help!" You can smell the the burning on the air as the wind blows in through the door.
Mathus will defiantly go help put out the fire. (His knowledge of the town would let him know where to go to help with a water brigade)
Pit empties his mug "Interestin', Aye! Let's see it!"
Lucian rolls his eyes. "Just one quiet night, is it too much to ask." He mumbles to himself as he gets up from his chair and retrieves his pack. He is going to go to help, but doesn't seem to be in a huge rush to do so.
The majority of the tavern pours out into the street but only a handful, the four of you included make deliberate motions towards the south side of town. Outside the cool night air is heavy with the smell of burning. For those with stronger senses smell, you notice other more pungent scents in the air. The commotion at the end of the street parts and you see a 6 buildings engulfed in flame with another couple starting to catch fire.
"Bloody...Aye! lookin' pretty bad!"
If this is possible in D&D :
Pit will move to position around 50f from building in fire and will start casting one after another "Ray of Frost" cantrips to stop the fire
If the ones starting to catch fire are not in huge flames yet, Lucian will use Prestidigitation to snuff those smaller fires. "They should probably invest in a water-based cleric in their church." He comments, apathetic to this tragedy.