Thrash would make his way towards the Tashia and Longtoe. He would lift his tail just enough that it doesn't have to drag through the snow covering the ground. "Alright, We got time to kill. Drakar was doing the thing where he wanders around looking for people to bother or whatever... I'm sure he'll make his way outside eventually." The lizardfolk would grumble.
I’ll just run in and tell Drakar that we are leaving. I’ll be back in one second. I think most of the forges will be closed Today but might be worth a look!’
i see Quinn and Drakar talking animatedly and I walk uP to them to listen.
"It's village business...nothing for your tales you tell, bard," the dwarven woman scolds Drakar as she pats Quinn's lower back.
"It's the festival tonight! How could this happen, " Quinn says looking upset.
Brighton enters and sees his companion standing by two women, one he recognizes as Quinn but the dwarven woman he's unfamiliar with who seems to be tending to Quinn who looks visiblely upset!
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"It nothing else, we can scout the area to determine where we want to go later when the festival is in going on." Thrash replies as he looks from Tashia back towards the inn.
"Bet we could teach these locals a thing or two about wrestling and I haven't thrown an axe in ages. Hey, maybe we should set up a competition. Winner takes the prize and a chance to go double or nothing against the champions of P&B."
"Sounds good to me!" Thrash would reply with a grin. "I don't want to bet my coin until I get my sword though." The lizardfolk would add as he pulled one of his hand axes from his belt. He would turn the weapon over in his hand before sliding it hack into his belt. "I wonder what is taking them so long inside.... I'm freezing my tail off out here..." He would grumble.
"My daughter and her wife are missing. Their forge fires are cold and they're wares are missing," Quinn finally confesses to Drakar. "You...," she sucks in a breathe and wipes tears from her eyes. "You can help surely? Polux and Grimsby...they're known for doing the impossible, " she adds looking at Drakar with desperation spreading on her face. "Could you, " she adds.
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Brighton hears this interaction. He pulls himself to full height. ‘That sounds like something we may be able to help with…. We will need know more information before we can decide whether we can help.
‘where are my manners - the name is Brighton Longtoe A fellow member of the polis and Grimsby company’ I give a low bow.
‘Your wife and daughter - when we they last seen? Do they have any enemies? Were they working on anything unusual?’ Were they acting normally before they disappeared?
With a gasp followed by a sigh, Drakar feigns being startled as the Halfling inserts himself. “This is Brighton Longtoe,” he repeats. “He has questions. So many questions.” With the skill of a practiced performer, he keeps a straight face and sips his ale.
OOC Davos72 it's Quinn's daughter and her daughter's wife that are missing FYI
Outside....
Trash and Tashia noticed that Brighton and Drakar have yet to rejoin the party. They also then see a armored figure, a firery headed Goliath woman, rush into the tavern!
Inside...
"Quinn," Gedren Aldersen calls out. The Goliath ranger shakes snow off the furs she wears as the snow caked to her boots quickly loosen then falls to the floor. "I just came back! Where's is everyone?" The ranger asks frowning as she notices how tense the bar staff seem and the lingering dragonborn and halfling strangers.
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Tashia watches the Goliath rush into the tavern. "Bet she knows how to throw down," she thinks as she feels a flutter of anticipation and excitement somewhere deep in her intestines.
"That certainly can't be good news," Tashia says, turning to Thrash, "Suppose we should get in there and make our boys haven't got themselves in any trouble."
"I suppose you're right" Thrash would grumble as he turned to head towards the inn. The visibly frustrated lizardfolk would let out an annoyed hiss as he trudges back towards the in. Upon reaching the door, he would slap his tail down hard, sending a small tremor through the ground and sending the door flying open before him. Stepping inside he would scan the room before finding Longtoe and Drakar. "Hey! Longtoe, Drakar... What's the hold up. Let's go! You got me standing around outside freezing my damned tail off." He would bellow... seemingly oblivious to the emotions of any upset people standing around nearby.
Replying to the Goliath, Drakar announces, “Never fear young lady, Drakar is right here before you!”
As the door flies open and Thrash begins bellowing, he turns to the Halfling, “The boss is getting impatient Longtoe. Better move this along before he gets an ulcer.” He then inflates his bagpipe and begins to play a tense melody (think final jeopardy theme music).
Tashia sees and hears Drakar's flaming bagpipes, the only sound unholy enough to be heard over Thrash's bellowing and...well...thrashing, sees Longtoe surrounded by women and jumps to the wrong conclusion, and then facepalms hard enough to make an audible slap.
"I gave up pit fighting packs of feral dogs...for this?"
"Leave the poor widow alone you two! She is out of your league! I see you've already driven her to tears with your lousy pick-up lines. Come on, we have stuff to do!" Thrash would his as he motions for them to come over.
As Drakar plays, he marches and twirls, preventing Brighton from poking the bagpipes (however if he could , he would find them warm to the touch). As he plays, puffs of smoke begin to billow from the pipes, fuelled by Drakar’s red dragon breath and exaggerated further by a few surreptitious castings of Prestidigitation.
After 1 minute of this Enthralling Performance, the following people must make a DC15 Wis save or they will idolize Drakar for 1 hour: The dwarf, the goliath, Quinn, and Thrash.
When the performance is complete, Drakar takes a final chug of his ale and places the empty mug on the bar beside himself as a small placard saying “TIPS” appears beside it, a Minor Illusion.
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Thrash would make his way towards the Tashia and Longtoe. He would lift his tail just enough that it doesn't have to drag through the snow covering the ground. "Alright, We got time to kill. Drakar was doing the thing where he wanders around looking for people to bother or whatever... I'm sure he'll make his way outside eventually." The lizardfolk would grumble.
Tashia claps her hands together in eager anticipation.
"Right! Let's go check out some forgework!"
I’ll just run in and tell Drakar that we are leaving. I’ll be back in one second. I think most of the forges will be closed Today but might be worth a look!’
i see Quinn and Drakar talking animatedly and I walk uP to them to listen.
Quinn eyes Drakar her expression stricken.
OOC Drakar make a persuasion check.
"It's village business...nothing for your tales you tell, bard," the dwarven woman scolds Drakar as she pats Quinn's lower back.
"It's the festival tonight! How could this happen, " Quinn says looking upset.
Brighton enters and sees his companion standing by two women, one he recognizes as Quinn but the dwarven woman he's unfamiliar with who seems to be tending to Quinn who looks visiblely upset!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"It nothing else, we can scout the area to determine where we want to go later when the festival is in going on." Thrash replies as he looks from Tashia back towards the inn.
“Oooh you can always tell a dwarf in need. It was village business, yes indeed,” he recites dryly.
Persuasion 19
"Do you think there'll be any competitions?"
She cracks her knuckles with a grin.
"Bet we could teach these locals a thing or two about wrestling and I haven't thrown an axe in ages. Hey, maybe we should set up a competition. Winner takes the prize and a chance to go double or nothing against the champions of P&B."
"Sounds good to me!" Thrash would reply with a grin. "I don't want to bet my coin until I get my sword though." The lizardfolk would add as he pulled one of his hand axes from his belt. He would turn the weapon over in his hand before sliding it hack into his belt. "I wonder what is taking them so long inside.... I'm freezing my tail off out here..." He would grumble.
"My daughter and her wife are missing. Their forge fires are cold and they're wares are missing," Quinn finally confesses to Drakar. "You...," she sucks in a breathe and wipes tears from her eyes. "You can help surely? Polux and Grimsby...they're known for doing the impossible, " she adds looking at Drakar with desperation spreading on her face. "Could you, " she adds.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Brighton hears this interaction. He pulls himself to full height. ‘That sounds like something we may be able to help with…. We will need know more information before we can decide whether we can help.
‘where are my manners - the name is Brighton Longtoe A fellow member of the polis and Grimsby company’ I give a low bow.
‘Your wife and daughter - when we they last seen? Do they have any enemies? Were they working on anything unusual?’ Were they acting normally before they disappeared?
With a gasp followed by a sigh, Drakar feigns being startled as the Halfling inserts himself. “This is Brighton Longtoe,” he repeats. “He has questions. So many questions.” With the skill of a practiced performer, he keeps a straight face and sips his ale.
OOC Davos72 it's Quinn's daughter and her daughter's wife that are missing FYI
Outside....
Trash and Tashia noticed that Brighton and Drakar have yet to rejoin the party. They also then see a armored figure, a firery headed Goliath woman, rush into the tavern!
Inside...
"Quinn," Gedren Aldersen calls out. The Goliath ranger shakes snow off the furs she wears as the snow caked to her boots quickly loosen then falls to the floor. "I just came back! Where's is everyone?" The ranger asks frowning as she notices how tense the bar staff seem and the lingering dragonborn and halfling strangers.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Tashia watches the Goliath rush into the tavern. "Bet she knows how to throw down," she thinks as she feels a flutter of anticipation and excitement somewhere deep in her intestines.
"That certainly can't be good news," Tashia says, turning to Thrash, "Suppose we should get in there and make our boys haven't got themselves in any trouble."
"I suppose you're right" Thrash would grumble as he turned to head towards the inn. The visibly frustrated lizardfolk would let out an annoyed hiss as he trudges back towards the in. Upon reaching the door, he would slap his tail down hard, sending a small tremor through the ground and sending the door flying open before him. Stepping inside he would scan the room before finding Longtoe and Drakar. "Hey! Longtoe, Drakar... What's the hold up. Let's go! You got me standing around outside freezing my damned tail off." He would bellow... seemingly oblivious to the emotions of any upset people standing around nearby.
Replying to the Goliath, Drakar announces, “Never fear young lady, Drakar is right here before you!”
As the door flies open and Thrash begins bellowing, he turns to the Halfling, “The boss is getting impatient Longtoe. Better move this along before he gets an ulcer.” He then inflates his bagpipe and begins to play a tense melody (think final jeopardy theme music).
Tashia sees and hears Drakar's flaming bagpipes, the only sound unholy enough to be heard over Thrash's bellowing and...well...thrashing, sees Longtoe surrounded by women and jumps to the wrong conclusion, and then facepalms hard enough to make an audible slap.
"I gave up pit fighting packs of feral dogs...for this?"
"Leave the poor widow alone you two! She is out of your league! I see you've already driven her to tears with your lousy pick-up lines. Come on, we have stuff to do!" Thrash would his as he motions for them to come over.
Brighton puts on his best smile and dips low with a flourish!
‘Aha! My conpanions hasten to join us! Perhaps you could tell more about your daughter and her wife now that we are all together!’
I beckon Thrash and Tashia over. I then study the bag pipes and give them a tentative poke.
As Drakar plays, he marches and twirls, preventing Brighton from poking the bagpipes (however if he could , he would find them warm to the touch). As he plays, puffs of smoke begin to billow from the pipes, fuelled by Drakar’s red dragon breath and exaggerated further by a few surreptitious castings of Prestidigitation.
After 1 minute of this Enthralling Performance, the following people must make a DC15 Wis save or they will idolize Drakar for 1 hour: The dwarf, the goliath, Quinn, and Thrash.
When the performance is complete, Drakar takes a final chug of his ale and places the empty mug on the bar beside himself as a small placard saying “TIPS” appears beside it, a Minor Illusion.