"Looks like it, huh." Crispy waves over the waitress for another drink, looking at Ary for a moment and making a nod with her head as if asking if she wanted another one?
(I'd role-play the anorexic waitress, but I don't exactly know her deal enough, so we'll just assume we get served.)
"Thanks" Crispy says. She gently pushes the drink to Ary. And holds it out for a moment for cheers. "To new friends. In a strange land." She gently boops Arc's nose with the glass, and holds it to Ary.
Temmet successfully integrates Monolith into the high stakes game, splitting the chips he currently has and whispering that any gold lost is coming directly out of the non-humans pay check. As the game progresses, you notice that Temmet seems to be skillfully pulling information from each of the men with indirect questioning and prompting of conversations in the direction the veteran adventure wants the conversation to go.
You learn that most of the men here are rich noblemen with sons or daughters who are going to the ball, or a heir to a family themselves. It seem's that the ball will have a rather larger turnout then normal, as many visitors from Amonket are currently in the town, explaining why the tavern/inn has so many bodies inside it currently.
From passive listening, Monolith finds out that most of the noblemen aren't taking the rumors about kidnapping seriously. It seems like most of the kidnappings are secondary to these noblemen then the looting of the family estates that occurs with the attacks, and that more wealth has been lost in the theft of family heirlooms then any actual ransom payments. They also regard the demon rumors as just that, rumors. Nobody would actually dare to turn family heirs into abhorrent monsters, and it seems like the effected families arnt saying anything about it either.
The server girl seems incredibly stressed. The barkeep who is also owner of this establishment is only serving clients who come directly to the bar, and the servant girl is serving literally everyone else in the building. Drinks, snakes, full meals, etc. Nobody else has assisted her, nor has she actually spoken up about it. Despite her shaky attitude, and apparent shyness (she has barely said a word, and those she has spoken have been mostly monosyllabic in a low tone), she hasn't actually messed up an order yet, and the barkeep has done nothing indicating he even acknowledges her presence.
In the middle of the ally, just went the two were going at it again, Cherche stepped out with a sharp metallic clank of metal on brick, as she drove her gauntleted fist into the side of the building to get both your attentions.
"Stop this idiotic show at once. If you wanted to 'practice', you will inform your superiors, and an appropriate field will be set up in a government regulated zone. If I ever see you brawling in an ally, or building, or Lathander forbid, drunk, without a reasoning lower then self defense from assassination, I will have your hides. You will do nothing to jeopardize this mission for master Virion. I will proceed to heal you both, and you will sit with your teammates like the civilized gentlemen you claim to be." The pink haired lady was very scary, despite her not raising her voice above polite volume even once. Her words seemed to carry a coldness that couldn't be achieved by anyone but elderly nanny's or nuns, despite her being barely older then the two of you. The last bit about Virion was spoken in a way that the two of you will remember for years in your darkest nightmares, she seemed almost inhumane at that moment, making the two of you not have any doubt that she would carry through with her threat without a moments hesitation.
The proceeding healing even seemed unnaturally cold, at least from what you think or remember healing should feel like. She watched you both shuffle back into the building with blue eyes, steely as diamonds.
She must be, it wouldn't be weird if she turned out to be one of those demons or a spy trying to obtain specific guild information. Says Ary while looking at Temmet's table, she takes another swig from her drink.
“I assure you all that I will not bring any detriment to the mission or any guild affairs.” Cherche whispers from right behind Crispy. The two boys follow behind themselves, and everyone minus Virion, Temmet, and Monolith are gathered once again at the table. The sun is sinking lower, the tavern fills with the golden amber light of sunset, and Cherche slowly makes sure everyone is seated before taking one for herself and one next to it for Virion.
“Once master Virion returns, we will depart for the towns constabulary. Master is preparing a special ritual as we speak, as a... special asset for you all.” She reports with methodical ease, her lips quirking up in a rare show of emotion from her.
Filthy, bloody, and almost feral, Cora shivered on the examination table in the Temple. Covered with nothing but a light cloth, and barely conscious, the fifteen year old was in very bad shape. The cleric stood over her as did the other nurses around the table. He slowly moved his hand over her body about a foot away and his eyes glowed a brilliant yellow light as his hand slowly moved from her chest to her thighs, looking her over magically in his mind with the power of the Light.
"Lacerations. Massive internal bleeding. Kidney failure. Multiple bone fractures." The cleric said. His eyes returned to normal, and he turned to the Commander in disbelief. "Where in the Hells did you find this girl?" "Can you save her?" Was all the Commander asked, emotionless. The cleric nodded, still not understanding. "By the Grace of the Light, yes." "She was found in a back alley..alive." The Commander said. "..with four other dead bodies. I need her." The cleric looked back at the dying girl on the table, amazed she had survived. "Fix her." the Commander ordered, walking away. "She begins training tonight."
O... Okay said Ary really creeped out by Cherche. What about Monolith? She asked after seeing that Monolith wasn't sitting on the table with the group. Is he coming with us too?
Cherche frowns at Crispy’s comment and icily responds “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She turns to the others and in a more neutral tone responds “Once Master Virion is finished, the two will pack up their card game, and we will all go as a group. Barring any unique developments, you will all have the rest of the night to yourselves. Tommarow you will all be planning and practicing for the mission. If any of you do anything that would prevent you from giving 100% tommarow, such as being extrodinarily intoxicated, arrested, or injured, I will personally cure you, beat you back to near death, and then heal you once more. Any bad habits will disappear when you are on duty, is that clear?”
By some sort of divine intervention, Virion appears at the top of the steps carrying a rather heavy looking metal box. Cherche breaks away from her somewhat terrifying lecture to assist him. Temmet also notices, and with a heavy sigh, excuses himself and Monolith from their table amid loud and somewhat drunk complaints. Some free chips goes a long way to muzzle the noblemen.
The group will proceed to the police station in a few hours in real life. Feel free to make any last second quips.
Crispy's face wrinkled in disappointment at Cherche's answer about being a robot. "That would have been cool." she whispered.
Upon listening to the plan, Crispy nods. "Intoxicated, arrested, and injured." Crispy repeated. "I've been all three of those things in one day! But, would it be a sexy beating?" She snorts, her eyebrows bouncing up and down at Cherche.
Crispy looks at Ary, startled by the joke and the good timing. She gives her a look of mild surprise and approval, holding up her hand in a high-five formation.
"Looks like it, huh." Crispy waves over the waitress for another drink, looking at Ary for a moment and making a nod with her head as if asking if she wanted another one?
Yes please. Ary nods.
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PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
(I'd role-play the anorexic waitress, but I don't exactly know her deal enough, so we'll just assume we get served.)
"Thanks" Crispy says. She gently pushes the drink to Ary. And holds it out for a moment for cheers. "To new friends. In a strange land." She gently boops Arc's nose with the glass, and holds it to Ary.
To new friends Says Ary as she gently bumps her drink with Crispy's and takes a big swig while looking at her to see how she does with her drink.
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PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Crispy takes the mug in her hand, smiles very saucily, and slowly, gulp after gulp and gulp, downs the entire mug.
With a loud AAHH, she wipes her mouth, sets down the mugs, and says, "To new- UhHrPpP!! -friends."
Temmet successfully integrates Monolith into the high stakes game, splitting the chips he currently has and whispering that any gold lost is coming directly out of the non-humans pay check. As the game progresses, you notice that Temmet seems to be skillfully pulling information from each of the men with indirect questioning and prompting of conversations in the direction the veteran adventure wants the conversation to go.
You learn that most of the men here are rich noblemen with sons or daughters who are going to the ball, or a heir to a family themselves. It seem's that the ball will have a rather larger turnout then normal, as many visitors from Amonket are currently in the town, explaining why the tavern/inn has so many bodies inside it currently.
From passive listening, Monolith finds out that most of the noblemen aren't taking the rumors about kidnapping seriously. It seems like most of the kidnappings are secondary to these noblemen then the looting of the family estates that occurs with the attacks, and that more wealth has been lost in the theft of family heirlooms then any actual ransom payments. They also regard the demon rumors as just that, rumors. Nobody would actually dare to turn family heirs into abhorrent monsters, and it seems like the effected families arnt saying anything about it either.
The server girl seems incredibly stressed. The barkeep who is also owner of this establishment is only serving clients who come directly to the bar, and the servant girl is serving literally everyone else in the building. Drinks, snakes, full meals, etc. Nobody else has assisted her, nor has she actually spoken up about it. Despite her shaky attitude, and apparent shyness (she has barely said a word, and those she has spoken have been mostly monosyllabic in a low tone), she hasn't actually messed up an order yet, and the barkeep has done nothing indicating he even acknowledges her presence.
In the middle of the ally, just went the two were going at it again, Cherche stepped out with a sharp metallic clank of metal on brick, as she drove her gauntleted fist into the side of the building to get both your attentions.
"Stop this idiotic show at once. If you wanted to 'practice', you will inform your superiors, and an appropriate field will be set up in a government regulated zone. If I ever see you brawling in an ally, or building, or Lathander forbid, drunk, without a reasoning lower then self defense from assassination, I will have your hides. You will do nothing to jeopardize this mission for master Virion. I will proceed to heal you both, and you will sit with your teammates like the civilized gentlemen you claim to be." The pink haired lady was very scary, despite her not raising her voice above polite volume even once. Her words seemed to carry a coldness that couldn't be achieved by anyone but elderly nanny's or nuns, despite her being barely older then the two of you. The last bit about Virion was spoken in a way that the two of you will remember for years in your darkest nightmares, she seemed almost inhumane at that moment, making the two of you not have any doubt that she would carry through with her threat without a moments hesitation.
The proceeding healing even seemed unnaturally cold, at least from what you think or remember healing should feel like. She watched you both shuffle back into the building with blue eyes, steely as diamonds.
Relax Arc, Crispy was messing with you a little. Said Ary at first.
Oh really, you know what happend or who won? I wanted to bet but I'd rather save my money, I still owe something to Boba.
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PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Cherche? So they did end up getting caught, damn. What's up with that girl by the way she needs to relax a little.
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PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
"I think she's a robot." Crispy said, confidently.
She must be, it wouldn't be weird if she turned out to be one of those demons or a spy trying to obtain specific guild information. Says Ary while looking at Temmet's table, she takes another swig from her drink.
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PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Crispy contemplates Ary's words for a moment. "That's much worse than a robot." She jokes.
“I assure you all that I will not bring any detriment to the mission or any guild affairs.” Cherche whispers from right behind Crispy. The two boys follow behind themselves, and everyone minus Virion, Temmet, and Monolith are gathered once again at the table. The sun is sinking lower, the tavern fills with the golden amber light of sunset, and Cherche slowly makes sure everyone is seated before taking one for herself and one next to it for Virion.
“Once master Virion returns, we will depart for the towns constabulary. Master is preparing a special ritual as we speak, as a... special asset for you all.” She reports with methodical ease, her lips quirking up in a rare show of emotion from her.
Filthy, bloody, and almost feral, Cora shivered on the examination table in the Temple. Covered with nothing but a light cloth, and barely conscious, the fifteen year old was in very bad shape. The cleric stood over her as did the other nurses around the table. He slowly moved his hand over her body about a foot away and his eyes glowed a brilliant yellow light as his hand slowly moved from her chest to her thighs, looking her over magically in his mind with the power of the Light.
"Lacerations. Massive internal bleeding. Kidney failure. Multiple bone fractures." The cleric said. His eyes returned to normal, and he turned to the Commander in disbelief. "Where in the Hells did you find this girl?"
"Can you save her?" Was all the Commander asked, emotionless.
The cleric nodded, still not understanding. "By the Grace of the Light, yes."
"She was found in a back alley..alive." The Commander said. "..with four other dead bodies. I need her."
The cleric looked back at the dying girl on the table, amazed she had survived.
"Fix her." the Commander ordered, walking away. "She begins training tonight."
Marek unwillingly takes a seat back inside and turns towards Tyberius.
"You're lucky she stopped us! I was about to have you."
He then chuckles a bit and greets those at the table around him. After Cherche lays out the plan, Marek nods along, falling back into soldier-mode.
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
O... Okay said Ary really creeped out by Cherche. What about Monolith? She asked after seeing that Monolith wasn't sitting on the table with the group. Is he coming with us too?
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DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
"Are you a robot?" Crispy asks, turning to Cherche, completely unashamed.
Cherche frowns at Crispy’s comment and icily responds “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She turns to the others and in a more neutral tone responds “Once Master Virion is finished, the two will pack up their card game, and we will all go as a group. Barring any unique developments, you will all have the rest of the night to yourselves. Tommarow you will all be planning and practicing for the mission. If any of you do anything that would prevent you from giving 100% tommarow, such as being extrodinarily intoxicated, arrested, or injured, I will personally cure you, beat you back to near death, and then heal you once more. Any bad habits will disappear when you are on duty, is that clear?”
By some sort of divine intervention, Virion appears at the top of the steps carrying a rather heavy looking metal box. Cherche breaks away from her somewhat terrifying lecture to assist him. Temmet also notices, and with a heavy sigh, excuses himself and Monolith from their table amid loud and somewhat drunk complaints. Some free chips goes a long way to muzzle the noblemen.
The group will proceed to the police station in a few hours in real life. Feel free to make any last second quips.
Crispy's face wrinkled in disappointment at Cherche's answer about being a robot. "That would have been cool." she whispered.
Upon listening to the plan, Crispy nods. "Intoxicated, arrested, and injured." Crispy repeated. "I've been all three of those things in one day! But, would it be a sexy beating?" She snorts, her eyebrows bouncing up and down at Cherche.
Maybe Cherche's heart. She whispers to Arc.
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DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Crispy looks at Ary, startled by the joke and the good timing. She gives her a look of mild surprise and approval, holding up her hand in a high-five formation.