(ok for the sake of brevity, each of you let me know if you're either going shopping or going with the group to talk to Rat. We won't rp all the shopping stuff so just tell me what you're getting and I'll tell you how much gold it'll be. General knowledge: most stores would close around this time normally, but since there's a festival they're likely to be open much later)
Liafial: That will cost 10 gp, and shopping and casting the spell will pretty much take the rest of the night.
Ospos collects his 100 gold pieces, then looks at the others, "If we are to leave early tomorrow, we need to buy our supplies now, before the shops close. I propose we meet at The Stumble Inn in a couple of hours to find this Rat fellow. Agreed?"
Nodrus mainly stood around the group, not saying much, but moving with them and going where they went, he didn't know any of them too well, but felt like this was his calling to get back into a stable life, perhaps adventuring with this group could help him after all. Nodrus would be looking around for any stores that appeared to sell potions, particularly healing potions.
After a couple hours of shopping, most of the group begin to make their way towards Tiefling Town, a neighborhood in the slums (catalogging here just cuz its easier to keep track of)
Ospos: Spent 31 gp on a cart, mule, rope, a pick and a shovel
Clermar: Spent 39 gp and 5 cp, trading his crossbow in for a longbow, and buying fishing gear (you should already have a mess kit, bedroll and blanket in whatever pack you got from your class, so i didnt include that
Nodrus: Spent 80 gp on a potion of healing and a greataxe
Dril: Spent 76 gp on a potion of healing, darts, pitons, and acid
Bram: Spent 75 gp on thieve tools and a healing potion
As you all traverse the still crowded streets, the festivities don't show any sign of slowing down, and while things may be open later, managing a shopping trip in this commotion is no easy feat. This changes though as you begin finding your way to the Stumble Inn. Most of the derelict streets of the slums are vacant, and as you move closer to the city's fringes, the music of the Arcanum Fest begins to fade into the distance, echoing down dark alleys and muffled by abandoned buildings. The area known as Tiefling Town is just as neglected, but there's ceratinly more life to the neighborhood. Many of the homes and businesses are scrawled with colorful graffiti, most of which is written in infernal or abyssal. The occasional imp flutters by, seemingly carrying out some task. At last, you turn on to a street dimly lit by red lanterns, and on one corner sits a small, squat building that seems to be surprisingly active. The sign reads in both common and infernal "The Stumble Inn". A group of three tiefling men stand to the side of the door, drinking, smoking, and laughing with each other.
Ospos strode up to the Inn, trying his best to be a step ahead of the group. Seeing the three men, Ospos flashed a silver coin and made them an offer, "Do any of you know a 'Rat', is he here now, and can you point him to me? First one to do so gets this silver. No trouble, just need a guide."
Ospos: As you approach the men, they immediately stop talking. Their eyes, devoid of pupils, stare at you as they size you up. One of them responds between a fanged grin "Yes, I know of a rat here. Many in fact. Try squeezing your half-head into the crawlspace, you'll find plenty of rats there." His friends burst into laughter, while he continues to smile triumphantly.
Dril quite enjoys the sights of the festival but keeps mostly quiet among the group. In between popping into shops and making our way to Teifling Town, Dril shares his background knowledge pertaining to the adventure with the party
Dril: You do remember a tale of a particular wood elven princess from a time before the Breach. She lived in the Efferfrond, their ancestral homeland, an ancient forest which once stretched all the way to the eastern coast of Uvalli. There is a tale of one princess, often told to little children, about Yldaria, the most beautiful princess to ever have been. According to the story, she had many suitors, from all across the land. Her parents wanted to take advantage of this, and held grand balls where nobles and princes would come bearing lavish gifts, hoping to win her hand. Yldaria hated this, for her heart belonged to Caeldrinn, an archdruid of the Efferfrond. She'd fallen for his rugged charm and deep connection to nature. There are several variations on the story, but they all end with Yldaria and Caeldrinn both vanishing after her parents tried to force her into an arranged marriage. You don't recall anything about the mirror, but based on the information you think it could possibly be a gift from one of her suitors.
"Anyone have any thoughts on this? The cynic in me is cookin up some reeaal good conspiracy theories!"
Dril cannot help but laugh at the Teifling's insult toward Ospos. Dril has little experience with people familiar with slums. He quietly observes the situation, grinning with excitement.
Nean can't help but facepalm himself because of ospos's initiation. He hurries after the halfling. "Alright, good one. Sorry folks, we're just passing by. Lookin for a partner of us, does the name Gita ring a bell?"
Ospos looked at the three men, kind of disappointed, "Half-head. I love a good insult, but that.... wasn't one. Now, if I wanted to speak to that kind of rat, I'd drop your trousers, bend you over and holler up your poop chute. But I'm looking for a man who calls himself 'Rat', so I'll keep my coin and find him myself." With that, Ospos twirled the coin in front of their faces and tucked it into his belt as he walked into the Inn.
Ospos: The man still has a smug smile as you respond. Once you walk away, he mutters something in infernal to his companions, eliciting more laughter.
Nean: He looks to you now as you speak. He eyes you up and down once, then with a flat tone simply says "No." before taking a drag of whatever he's smoking.
The Stumble Inn is definitively a dive bar. The space is small and dim, lit only by one red lantern and scattered candles. It's hard to make out exactly how many patrons are here, as many seem to be tucked away into dark corners having hushed conversations, though there are a couple people drinking in silence at the bar. The barkeep is a wiry, older tiefling man, currently pouring a drink for a cloaked figure. Behind him, there wall is covered in wanted posters, all depicting tiefling men and women, and all doodled on and autographed, almost like a famous restaurant might have a wall of photos showing celebrities that have eaten there.
Ospos hops up onto a barstool to speak to the Barkeep, "Looking for a fellow that calls himself, or is called 'Rat' by others. We want to hire him to guide us up North. If you help us out, we'll buy the fellow and ourselves a drink while we discuss business. Yeah? If you're going to ask him if he wants to talk to us, tell him Gita sent us."
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"Figured as much..." Knowing the Stumble Inn belongs to the sort of establishments where concealed faces are no rare sight, Nean puts on Mask and Hood again and follows the Halfling inside. While walking towards the bar, he scans through the attendant crowd.
Perception: 13
He takes a seat next to Ospos, his voice nothing more than a whispering in the hope of remaining unheard by anone other then his new companion. "Just an advice, you'll have much more of your life if you quit places like these without leaving a lasting impression."
Nean: You don't recognize any of the patrons, but you do recognize the barkeep. The old tiefling is Bael Calagor, a retired Kuz'Ra member. He's very relaxed, but commands a lot of respect from the locals, as managing to retire from any of the gangs in Solacus is a feat. You also notice that the figure closest to Ospos is not a tiefling, easy to spot by the lack of horns peaking out from the hood.
Ospos: The barkeep gives you a surprised look, and his eyes dart to the man who's drink he is pouring. "You're very loud." The hooded figure says as he turns to you. The man is thin, with very elegant features. His skin is light, spattered with black freckles, and his irises flash silver in the dim light. "I'm- uh, well uhm yeah I'm Rat. Gita sent you huh? Let me guess, I owe her a favor." He sighs. "Well, uh... I guess take a seat. Uhm... What exactly did she send you for? Oh and uhm... please if you could just, maybe... lower your voice."
Glancing first at Nean, then at Rat, Ospos replied in his usual voice, "I'm a Halfling and a short one at that. If I'm not loud, no one sees or pays attention and I get trampled. If I'm loud and I get trampled, at least I know it was intentional. Our business is legit, if you still want to not be overheard, we can discuss this further elsewhere?" Ospos nods to the barkeep, "Whatever he's having for all of us, and I'll pay for his too."
Clermar, after shopping, makes his way to The Stumble Inn. As he gets into Tiefling Town he makes sure to secure his coin purse inside his belt so it can't be snatched, keeping a few coins in his pocket for petty cash. Coming to the inn he brushes past the tieflings at the door and looks around for his companions.
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(ok for the sake of brevity, each of you let me know if you're either going shopping or going with the group to talk to Rat. We won't rp all the shopping stuff so just tell me what you're getting and I'll tell you how much gold it'll be. General knowledge: most stores would close around this time normally, but since there's a festival they're likely to be open much later)
Liafial: That will cost 10 gp, and shopping and casting the spell will pretty much take the rest of the night.
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Ospos collects his 100 gold pieces, then looks at the others, "If we are to leave early tomorrow, we need to buy our supplies now, before the shops close. I propose we meet at The Stumble Inn in a couple of hours to find this Rat fellow. Agreed?"
"Fine with me, as long as those who want to come along know where to find the place."
"Pretty sure, I've been around there before. Stay alive until then." Clermar goes off to buy a few things before the shops close.
Nodrus mainly stood around the group, not saying much, but moving with them and going where they went, he didn't know any of them too well, but felt like this was his calling to get back into a stable life, perhaps adventuring with this group could help him after all. Nodrus would be looking around for any stores that appeared to sell potions, particularly healing potions.
After a couple hours of shopping, most of the group begin to make their way towards Tiefling Town, a neighborhood in the slums (catalogging here just cuz its easier to keep track of)
Ospos: Spent 31 gp on a cart, mule, rope, a pick and a shovel
Clermar: Spent 39 gp and 5 cp, trading his crossbow in for a longbow, and buying fishing gear (you should already have a mess kit, bedroll and blanket in whatever pack you got from your class, so i didnt include that
Nodrus: Spent 80 gp on a potion of healing and a greataxe
Dril: Spent 76 gp on a potion of healing, darts, pitons, and acid
Bram: Spent 75 gp on thieve tools and a healing potion
Nean: Spent 100 gp on two healing potions
(I'll update this if others wanna buy stuff)
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As you all traverse the still crowded streets, the festivities don't show any sign of slowing down, and while things may be open later, managing a shopping trip in this commotion is no easy feat. This changes though as you begin finding your way to the Stumble Inn. Most of the derelict streets of the slums are vacant, and as you move closer to the city's fringes, the music of the Arcanum Fest begins to fade into the distance, echoing down dark alleys and muffled by abandoned buildings. The area known as Tiefling Town is just as neglected, but there's ceratinly more life to the neighborhood. Many of the homes and businesses are scrawled with colorful graffiti, most of which is written in infernal or abyssal. The occasional imp flutters by, seemingly carrying out some task. At last, you turn on to a street dimly lit by red lanterns, and on one corner sits a small, squat building that seems to be surprisingly active. The sign reads in both common and infernal "The Stumble Inn". A group of three tiefling men stand to the side of the door, drinking, smoking, and laughing with each other.
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Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
Ospos strode up to the Inn, trying his best to be a step ahead of the group. Seeing the three men, Ospos flashed a silver coin and made them an offer, "Do any of you know a 'Rat', is he here now, and can you point him to me? First one to do so gets this silver. No trouble, just need a guide."
Ospos: As you approach the men, they immediately stop talking. Their eyes, devoid of pupils, stare at you as they size you up. One of them responds between a fanged grin "Yes, I know of a rat here. Many in fact. Try squeezing your half-head into the crawlspace, you'll find plenty of rats there." His friends burst into laughter, while he continues to smile triumphantly.
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Dril quite enjoys the sights of the festival but keeps mostly quiet among the group. In between popping into shops and making our way to Teifling Town, Dril shares his background knowledge pertaining to the adventure with the party
"Anyone have any thoughts on this? The cynic in me is cookin up some reeaal good conspiracy theories!"
Dril cannot help but laugh at the Teifling's insult toward Ospos. Dril has little experience with people familiar with slums. He quietly observes the situation, grinning with excitement.
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Bram will have taken his gold and headed out to 'find' his 2 companions and to try to purchase his missing item.
He agrees to meet up with everyone in the morning back at the Red Gallows Tavern.
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Nean can't help but facepalm himself because of ospos's initiation. He hurries after the halfling. "Alright, good one. Sorry folks, we're just passing by. Lookin for a partner of us, does the name Gita ring a bell?"
Ospos looked at the three men, kind of disappointed, "Half-head. I love a good insult, but that.... wasn't one. Now, if I wanted to speak to that kind of rat, I'd drop your trousers, bend you over and holler up your poop chute. But I'm looking for a man who calls himself 'Rat', so I'll keep my coin and find him myself." With that, Ospos twirled the coin in front of their faces and tucked it into his belt as he walked into the Inn.
Ospos: The man still has a smug smile as you respond. Once you walk away, he mutters something in infernal to his companions, eliciting more laughter.
Nean: He looks to you now as you speak. He eyes you up and down once, then with a flat tone simply says "No." before taking a drag of whatever he's smoking.
The Stumble Inn is definitively a dive bar. The space is small and dim, lit only by one red lantern and scattered candles. It's hard to make out exactly how many patrons are here, as many seem to be tucked away into dark corners having hushed conversations, though there are a couple people drinking in silence at the bar. The barkeep is a wiry, older tiefling man, currently pouring a drink for a cloaked figure. Behind him, there wall is covered in wanted posters, all depicting tiefling men and women, and all doodled on and autographed, almost like a famous restaurant might have a wall of photos showing celebrities that have eaten there.
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
Ospos hops up onto a barstool to speak to the Barkeep, "Looking for a fellow that calls himself, or is called 'Rat' by others. We want to hire him to guide us up North. If you help us out, we'll buy the fellow and ourselves a drink while we discuss business. Yeah? If you're going to ask him if he wants to talk to us, tell him Gita sent us."
"Figured as much..." Knowing the Stumble Inn belongs to the sort of establishments where concealed faces are no rare sight, Nean puts on Mask and Hood again and follows the Halfling inside. While walking towards the bar, he scans through the attendant crowd.
Perception: 13
He takes a seat next to Ospos, his voice nothing more than a whispering in the hope of remaining unheard by anone other then his new companion. "Just an advice, you'll have much more of your life if you quit places like these without leaving a lasting impression."
Nean: You don't recognize any of the patrons, but you do recognize the barkeep. The old tiefling is Bael Calagor, a retired Kuz'Ra member. He's very relaxed, but commands a lot of respect from the locals, as managing to retire from any of the gangs in Solacus is a feat. You also notice that the figure closest to Ospos is not a tiefling, easy to spot by the lack of horns peaking out from the hood.
Ospos: The barkeep gives you a surprised look, and his eyes dart to the man who's drink he is pouring. "You're very loud." The hooded figure says as he turns to you. The man is thin, with very elegant features. His skin is light, spattered with black freckles, and his irises flash silver in the dim light. "I'm- uh, well uhm yeah I'm Rat. Gita sent you huh? Let me guess, I owe her a favor." He sighs. "Well, uh... I guess take a seat. Uhm... What exactly did she send you for? Oh and uhm... please if you could just, maybe... lower your voice."
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Glancing first at Nean, then at Rat, Ospos replied in his usual voice, "I'm a Halfling and a short one at that. If I'm not loud, no one sees or pays attention and I get trampled. If I'm loud and I get trampled, at least I know it was intentional. Our business is legit, if you still want to not be overheard, we can discuss this further elsewhere?" Ospos nods to the barkeep, "Whatever he's having for all of us, and I'll pay for his too."
(Nean is surprised that finding their informant was this easy, but he wont interfere with Ospos until he feels the need to say something.)
Clermar, after shopping, makes his way to The Stumble Inn. As he gets into Tiefling Town he makes sure to secure his coin purse inside his belt so it can't be snatched, keeping a few coins in his pocket for petty cash. Coming to the inn he brushes past the tieflings at the door and looks around for his companions.