Midvale is a small town on the road to everywhere but not a destination in it's own right. Most people here make their living in service of the travelers on their way along the roads.
You find yourself in First's Tavern. An establishment that isn't first in any capacity, but the Ale is plentiful and the atmosphere authentic.
Behind the bar is a dwarf named Unthar and among the tables is a human bar maid named Tabitha. The crackling fire is comforting and bracing against the cold spring night outside. A dozen or so patrons sit at tables and the bar.
Mathus is glad to be back in town and is chatting with Manuel who sold some cattle to my father and we just got back from delivering them to his farm. Entering the Tavern he flips Tabitha.a copper and winks at her.
Brown-redish Tabaxi sits at one of the tables in the corner. One can see bottle of rum and quart of milk near him. Pit mixes both liquids in a mug and drink slowely.
"Ahh. Antonella.. No one mixed rum with milk like Antonella"
While slurping from the mug, Tabaxi creates small ship on the palm of his hand and imitates saling on a big waves
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A half-elf with short cut dark brown hair enters into the tavern. He is wearing well made clothes, though some leather vambracers and greaves can be seen over the top of the adornments. He looks around the room, his piercing blue eyes taking in a glimpse of everyone currently in the tavern before he steps fully into the establishment. His stride appears with purpose as he wanders to the bar. hanging on the side of his belt appears to be a [item[crossbow, light[/item], while a simple sickle is sheathed on his other. The weaponry doesn't seem to compliment the nobleman's appearance, though don't seem too out of place either.
He stops at the bar, unloading the heavy pack from his back as he does so, and looks down to the dwarf. "Barman, I hope you have a good ale here, the road has been long." He reaches to the side of his pack, as if feeling for something. "I would also be interested in discussing the price of a room for the evening. Your establishment is to my liking; quaint, yet welcoming to new travellers."
Lucian would like to use Persuasion to get on the barman's good side during first introductions: 13
Tabitha grabs the copper out of the air with a deft turn. She smiles as and give Mathus a wink “Hey sugar, take a seat I’ll grab you the usual.” She glides over to the bar and signals Unthar.
Pouring the ale Unthar responds to the Half-elf “Aye sir, we’re a modest but accommodating establishment won’t find better sheets between here and the capital. We’re 7 silver a night currently with a couple rooms available upstairs. I’ll mark you down for the nicer of the two.”
"I appreciate the gesture, good sir."Lucian replies, placing a gold piece on the bar for Unthar. "I don't suppose you'd happen to know who would be an interesting social point while I partake of this ale?" He gestures lightly towards the talking patrons around the tavern.
"Not farmers, but ranchers, My father owns one of the biggest sheep and cattle ranches here abouts. I spend most of my time in the fields with the livestock. Never been far south how is the weather down there. It's been a little hot here for this time of the year" Mathus replies to Blixem
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Pit continues his play with small magic images [OOC: Prestidigitation cantrip]. He recreates image of his home then he close his hand and after few seconds he opens it again and home turns into ship with blue sails. With a click of a fingers ship turns into sea monster. Pit looks for a few seconds at it then shakes his hand and image disapperas. He takes a sip and looks around the tavern
Perception 22 Pit wants to take a better look at the tavern patreons. What races, maybe some interesting oddities or some adventurer type.
Around the room are 3 separate groups. Along the back wall are three people gambling. One of them is a half orc. Mathus, Manuel, and Tagrim/Blixem chat at a table. At the opposite end of the bar from Lucian sit two hooded figures flanking a smaller hooded figure. The Tabaxi drinking in the corner is mirrored and amplified by a human passed out drunk in a chair near the fire.
“Ah, well, mostly locals here tonight. Evelyn and Gorky are up to their usual game in the corner, if you fancy some wagers. Couple of farmers and the usual drunk not likely to make for interesting conversation sadly. It’s early yet though, may haps some folk come in on the last caravan of the day. Should have been here but might have been held up. Looked like rain to the north and those paths get might treacherous in a down pour. Might not just chat up everyone you see though. Some folks just want to be left along after a day on the road. Might just get some food in you and see what happens. Got a mutton special going on now if you’re interested. Otherwise might make you anything you want that we knows how to make.”
Pit finishes his buttle of rum, gets up and moves to Tabhita for refill. His steps are a little wobbly. As he passes the gambling trio he pats the Half-Orc's back and whispers to him (it is quite a loud whisper) "Aye mate! Be a good lad. Me think ye helpin' lil to much ye lack." Pit snap fingers and in his hand appears picture ot burning card. "But maybe me is wrong. Pardon". Pit burps, card disappeares. Tabaxi continues his wobbly steps to innkeeper.
Generally races get along. There world has existed long enough to mute any fiery blood feuds among the core races (Elves/Dwarves/Humans/halflings). Certain groups of Elves and Dwarves live separated from the world in isolated communities but they are the exception rather than the rule. Of the “core races” there are no clear issues.However, members of the more exotic races are viewed with mistrust especially in rural areas far from those races natural locales.
That said, Midvale is on three well traveled routes and the people of the town are well acquainted with most races with no ill will towards them. To wit, Tabaxi are known and not persecuted.
That said, there are some issues with Dragonborn and Tiefling that we may get into later.
Note: Going forward I will use Bold to indicate OOC.
"Very well, a mutton evenfeast will suffice." Lucian replies, pushing the gold across to the barkeep. He turns to take a table, not waiting for change (it should cover his next couple of drinks) to see the tabaxi swaying towards the table. He looks somewhat disgusted at the drunken sway of the feline person, side stepping away and taking a table nearby, putting his pack beside his seat.
"Ahoy Tabhita my love! Help me poor soul. Me need 'nother bottle o' rum. Aye ground is still to solid fo' me"
For a second Pit changes. One can see that he stops swaying and little blue sparks jumps from end of his ears. Then he smiles a little and turns back into his normal state
A bit of an argument starts up at the gambling table with the half orc beginning to accuse one of the humans of cheating while his eyes narrow on the Tabaxi. Shortly there after one of the hooded figures turns towards the room. A fraction of a second later the second figure turns. Most of their faces are shadowed by their drab cloaks and hoods but their brilliant eyes shine from beneath scanning the room. The second elf’s hand moves to beneath his cloak reaching to their lower back.
The human Tabitha backs away from Pit saying “Dear, you’re a bit too drunk, have a seat and I’ll bring you some food to soak up that booze.”
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Lucian keeps an eye on the intoxicated Tabaxi, making sure he isn't doing anything too disastrous. He occasionally scours the room to see what people are up to, and if there are any that appear to be open to someone joining their conversation.
One of the hooded figures follows the Tabaxi to his seat and sits down at the same table staring directly at him. The figures movements were smooth and fluid. The figure is in the seat at the same time as the Tabaxi with only a couple steps. The other hooded figure turns to face the room.
"Man are tye? Mana care- tye mére-?” the hooded figure says to Pit
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The journey begins with one step.
Midvale is a small town on the road to everywhere but not a destination in it's own right. Most people here make their living in service of the travelers on their way along the roads.
You find yourself in First's Tavern. An establishment that isn't first in any capacity, but the Ale is plentiful and the atmosphere authentic.
Behind the bar is a dwarf named Unthar and among the tables is a human bar maid named Tabitha. The crackling fire is comforting and bracing against the cold spring night outside. A dozen or so patrons sit at tables and the bar.
Mathus is glad to be back in town and is chatting with Manuel who sold some cattle to my father and we just got back from delivering them to his farm. Entering the Tavern he flips Tabitha.a copper and winks at her.
Brown-redish Tabaxi sits at one of the tables in the corner. One can see bottle of rum and quart of milk near him. Pit mixes both liquids in a mug and drink slowely.
"Ahh. Antonella.. No one mixed rum with milk like Antonella"
While slurping from the mug, Tabaxi creates small ship on the palm of his hand and imitates saling on a big waves
"Sure uf your paying I will gladly drink with you. Where do you hail from?" Mathus replies to the Gnome
A half-elf with short cut dark brown hair enters into the tavern. He is wearing well made clothes, though some leather vambracers and greaves can be seen over the top of the adornments. He looks around the room, his piercing blue eyes taking in a glimpse of everyone currently in the tavern before he steps fully into the establishment. His stride appears with purpose as he wanders to the bar. hanging on the side of his belt appears to be a [item[crossbow, light[/item], while a simple sickle is sheathed on his other. The weaponry doesn't seem to compliment the nobleman's appearance, though don't seem too out of place either.
He stops at the bar, unloading the heavy pack from his back as he does so, and looks down to the dwarf. "Barman, I hope you have a good ale here, the road has been long." He reaches to the side of his pack, as if feeling for something. "I would also be interested in discussing the price of a room for the evening. Your establishment is to my liking; quaint, yet welcoming to new travellers."
Lucian would like to use Persuasion to get on the barman's good side during first introductions: 13
Tabitha grabs the copper out of the air with a deft turn. She smiles as and give Mathus a wink “Hey sugar, take a seat I’ll grab you the usual.” She glides over to the bar and signals Unthar.
Pouring the ale Unthar responds to the Half-elf “Aye sir, we’re a modest but accommodating establishment won’t find better sheets between here and the capital. We’re 7 silver a night currently with a couple rooms available upstairs. I’ll mark you down for the nicer of the two.”
"I appreciate the gesture, good sir." Lucian replies, placing a gold piece on the bar for Unthar. "I don't suppose you'd happen to know who would be an interesting social point while I partake of this ale?" He gestures lightly towards the talking patrons around the tavern.
"Not farmers, but ranchers, My father owns one of the biggest sheep and cattle ranches here abouts. I spend most of my time in the fields with the livestock. Never been far south how is the weather down there. It's been a little hot here for this time of the year" Mathus replies to Blixem
Pit continues his play with small magic images [OOC: Prestidigitation cantrip]. He recreates image of his home then he close his hand and after few seconds he opens it again and home turns into ship with blue sails. With a click of a fingers ship turns into sea monster. Pit looks for a few seconds at it then shakes his hand and image disapperas. He takes a sip and looks around the tavern
Perception 22 Pit wants to take a better look at the tavern patreons. What races, maybe some interesting oddities or some adventurer type.
Around the room are 3 separate groups. Along the back wall are three people gambling. One of them is a half orc. Mathus, Manuel, and Tagrim/Blixem chat at a table. At the opposite end of the bar from Lucian sit two hooded figures flanking a smaller hooded figure. The Tabaxi drinking in the corner is mirrored and amplified by a human passed out drunk in a chair near the fire.
“Ah, well, mostly locals here tonight. Evelyn and Gorky are up to their usual game in the corner, if you fancy some wagers. Couple of farmers and the usual drunk not likely to make for interesting conversation sadly. It’s early yet though, may haps some folk come in on the last caravan of the day. Should have been here but might have been held up. Looked like rain to the north and those paths get might treacherous in a down pour. Might not just chat up everyone you see though. Some folks just want to be left along after a day on the road. Might just get some food in you and see what happens. Got a mutton special going on now if you’re interested. Otherwise might make you anything you want that we knows how to make.”
Pit finishes his buttle of rum, gets up and moves to Tabhita for refill. His steps are a little wobbly. As he passes the gambling trio he pats the Half-Orc's back and whispers to him (it is quite a loud whisper) "Aye mate! Be a good lad. Me think ye helpin' lil to much ye lack." Pit snap fingers and in his hand appears picture ot burning card. "But maybe me is wrong. Pardon". Pit burps, card disappeares. Tabaxi continues his wobbly steps to innkeeper.
[OOC: DM are there any well known facts about this world? Do dwarfs hate elves or maybe their underdark cousins? Are people ok with Tabaxi etc.?]
Generally races get along. There world has existed long enough to mute any fiery blood feuds among the core races (Elves/Dwarves/Humans/halflings). Certain groups of Elves and Dwarves live separated from the world in isolated communities but they are the exception rather than the rule. Of the “core races” there are no clear issues. However, members of the more exotic races are viewed with mistrust especially in rural areas far from those races natural locales.
That said, Midvale is on three well traveled routes and the people of the town are well acquainted with most races with no ill will towards them. To wit, Tabaxi are known and not persecuted.
That said, there are some issues with Dragonborn and Tiefling that we may get into later.
Note: Going forward I will use Bold to indicate OOC.
"Very well, a mutton evenfeast will suffice." Lucian replies, pushing the gold across to the barkeep. He turns to take a table, not waiting for change (it should cover his next couple of drinks) to see the tabaxi swaying towards the table. He looks somewhat disgusted at the drunken sway of the feline person, side stepping away and taking a table nearby, putting his pack beside his seat.
Mathus replies to Blixem "I don't think so, but possibly as we just another dozen cattle."
If Pit got to dwarf lady without problems
"Ahoy Tabhita my love! Help me poor soul. Me need 'nother bottle o' rum. Aye ground is still to solid fo' me"
For a second Pit changes. One can see that he stops swaying and little blue sparks jumps from end of his ears. Then he smiles a little and turns back into his normal state
A bit of an argument starts up at the gambling table with the half orc beginning to accuse one of the humans of cheating while his eyes narrow on the Tabaxi. Shortly there after one of the hooded figures turns towards the room. A fraction of a second later the second figure turns. Most of their faces are shadowed by their drab cloaks and hoods but their brilliant eyes shine from beneath scanning the room. The second elf’s hand moves to beneath his cloak reaching to their lower back.
The human Tabitha backs away from Pit saying “Dear, you’re a bit too drunk, have a seat and I’ll bring you some food to soak up that booze.”
"Aye, me see me can't win this battle. Aye darlin' bring me some food" Tabaxi moves back to his table
Lucian keeps an eye on the intoxicated Tabaxi, making sure he isn't doing anything too disastrous. He occasionally scours the room to see what people are up to, and if there are any that appear to be open to someone joining their conversation.
Perception: 14
Insight: 18
One of the hooded figures follows the Tabaxi to his seat and sits down at the same table staring directly at him. The figures movements were smooth and fluid. The figure is in the seat at the same time as the Tabaxi with only a couple steps. The other hooded figure turns to face the room.
"Man are tye? Mana care- tye mére-?” the hooded figure says to Pit