Across the table, a human perhaps in his late twenties, with a brown hair and well trimmed beard sits with a flagon of wine, raises his mug in response. Dressed in somewhat disheveled Baklunish clothes that would suggest someone once more affluent, now down on their luck, he neither looks nor sounds like a typical Baklunish when he speaks. "Well met, Sergeant...Theldrin Osgard at your service." He smiles and nods before continuing then looks around the room and lowers his voice as his smile fades, "Employment, yes... or perhaps news from Orlane."
I'm seated at the table. I have a mid-length unkempt beard and mustache, long just below the shoulder length brown hair and green travel cloak. The tips of my not-quite elfish stick through my hair on either side of my head. A short sword hang on either side of my waist and a bow is visible. I am seated at the table sipping out of my own flask. When I hear the sergeant, I look up, make eye contact with him, tip my flask in toast fashion, take a sip, and with a nod maintain eye contact for a moment longer. I take a good look around the table to see who else is seated. Does the family that is here seeking refuge have drink and food?
They do but it is very meagre, a loaf of bread that the father is cutting himself. He's cutting bits off for his kids, who seems very hungry, but has a worried look on his face and keeps going going to put the loaf away. They drink only water.
You go to the bartender, Tatum, and order them food. "Good! I was considering throwing them out, they've been here sucking up the warmth of the fire for a few hours now and all they bought was a stale hunk of bread. At least i won't have to do that for a couple hours yet". A big man, with a big beard, you don't doubt he could pick them all up and throw them out in one bear hug.
The serving girl, Alyce, takes them over the food, and points to you in the corner. The father looks at you and mouths a "Thank you" before digging into the roast meat and vegetables with his kids.
I pay Tatum. I walk over to shake the fathers hand and as I am doing so, I secretly slip him a gold piece and then retake my seat. Slight of hand roll 19
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Theldrin notes the kind deed and thinks to himself, This one seems like a good ally, safety in numbers and all that. He does his best to hide his disdain for the poor quality wine as he quietly sips from his mug and looks around the room for anything of interest that stands out.
Lldryk - The father smiles at you in wonder, "Thank you, kind sir. My children really needed this, and me too". He turns to his kids. "I told you leaving the village was our best option, look at this, not a mile out of town and we have a proper meal provided to us by a kind hearted stranger!" He goes back to his table and eats with his children.
Theldrin - No one looks twice at you as you seem to enjoy your wine. You see people deep in conversation, some merchants over in the right side of the inn, as well as what seems to be a group of adventurers on the left. Above the bar you see a thick grey chain, ending in a broken link that seems to have been burned.
Yes. In the corner of the room by the bar is a hole in the wall with a smaller copy of the grey chain hanging out. Above the hole reads, "Pull the chain, make the bell ding, 5sp per ding". The chain seems to be connected to some kind of mechanism behind the wall but you can't really see what it is.
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I'm going to watch to see if anyone tries to pull the chain. Can I surmise whether this is a test of strength, matter of timing, or how pulling the chain may ring the bell? Perception roll 7 investigation roll 12
Just taking your first Perception roll into account. One of the adventurers, a little drunk it seems, goes over to the chain and starts stretching his arms. Just when he's about to start, however, his friends all crowd around him and start chanting his name and laughing. You don't see what happens, but know that he has somehow failed when the others all let out a groan and he goes to sit back down. "That'll be 1sp fella!" Tatum shouts as he goes to sit back down. "What?! It doesn't say anything about paying!" the young adventurer yells back. "How do you think we fund it, fool? You think i'm just giving out money here?". Tatum crosses his arms and stares the man down. He goes to the bar and pays the large bartender.
Awesome, as a general rule i don't allow characters to roll skill checks against other characters. I don't want anyone to feel as though their free will is taken away by another players good roll. So feel free to disregard that persuasion roll and just act as your character would.
I glance over at Avery to catch his eye. If he notices me, I nod towards the chain trying to entice him in challenge. Persuasion roll 19
Avery shakes his head no, "Never bet against the house, I would bet it was placed there for all of the drunks to try and fail, and the house makes more money from it, both in the number of drinks of courage, and failures. You may try my friend, but not I."
Seated next to the half-elf is a meek looking human woman wearing green and brown leathers and clear handmade equipment. She speaks up softly, "I'm Liarin. I have my own reasons for being here but would not shy from gainful employment while here."
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Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards. Corwin - A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C Sharinn - The Truth Beneath the Surface DM - The Old Keep
Relieved at Avery's common sense, I tip my flask to him in toast again. I cross the the inn and order 2 ale's from Tatum and approach the father, "I have an ale for you if you'll have some words with me." I grab a seat next to him and ask him, "What can you tell me of Orlane? I hear tales, but tales are often inflated." and I hand him an ale. "What can you tell me brother?"
A handsome man, probably in his late 20s or early 30s, sits at the table across from Liarin. He's tall (nearly 6'), but much thinner than Avery. He has dark hair, long in back but trimmed closer on the sides. While his boots and cloak are travel-stained, his leather armor looks like it has never seen a fight. Other a brief "hello" as everyone sat down at the table, he has been sipping his drink and reading from a small book that sits open before him on the table. His extra gear is piled next to him on the bench. The backpack and crossbow look newly-purchased, but the lyre placed carefully next to them looks older and well-used.
The man closes his book and stares blankly across the room, lost in thought for a moment. He looks at Liarin with a start when she speaks, almost as though surprised to see her still sitting there. He finishes his drink to cover the moment and then joins the conversation. "Hello," he says with a broad smile, "it's a pleasure to meet you Liarin." His voice is deep and friendly and mellifluous. He reaches across to shake Liarin's hand and he really does seem pleased to meet her. He looks down the table to Avery and Theldrin, saying, "I do apologize. I was lost in a poem," touching the little book, "and I'm afraid that I missed your names? I am Xanrym. And--oh!--where did the other fellow go? Didn't I hear him saying something about a challenge or contest?"
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Across the table, a human perhaps in his late twenties, with a brown hair and well trimmed beard sits with a flagon of wine, raises his mug in response. Dressed in somewhat disheveled Baklunish clothes that would suggest someone once more affluent, now down on their luck, he neither looks nor sounds like a typical Baklunish when he speaks. "Well met, Sergeant... Theldrin Osgard at your service." He smiles and nods before continuing then looks around the room and lowers his voice as his smile fades, "Employment, yes... or perhaps news from Orlane."
I'm seated at the table. I have a mid-length unkempt beard and mustache, long just below the shoulder length brown hair and green travel cloak. The tips of my not-quite elfish stick through my hair on either side of my head. A short sword hang on either side of my waist and a bow is visible. I am seated at the table sipping out of my own flask. When I hear the sergeant, I look up, make eye contact with him, tip my flask in toast fashion, take a sip, and with a nod maintain eye contact for a moment longer. I take a good look around the table to see who else is seated. Does the family that is here seeking refuge have drink and food?
They do but it is very meagre, a loaf of bread that the father is cutting himself. He's cutting bits off for his kids, who seems very hungry, but has a worried look on his face and keeps going going to put the loaf away. They drink only water.
I inconspicuously order them a hot meal, assuming it wouldn't be more than a couple gold.
You go to the bartender, Tatum, and order them food. "Good! I was considering throwing them out, they've been here sucking up the warmth of the fire for a few hours now and all they bought was a stale hunk of bread. At least i won't have to do that for a couple hours yet". A big man, with a big beard, you don't doubt he could pick them all up and throw them out in one bear hug.
The serving girl, Alyce, takes them over the food, and points to you in the corner. The father looks at you and mouths a "Thank you" before digging into the roast meat and vegetables with his kids.
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I pay Tatum. I walk over to shake the fathers hand and as I am doing so, I secretly slip him a gold piece and then retake my seat. Slight of hand roll 19
Theldrin notes the kind deed and thinks to himself, This one seems like a good ally, safety in numbers and all that. He does his best to hide his disdain for the poor quality wine as he quietly sips from his mug and looks around the room for anything of interest that stands out.
Deception: 19
Perception: 10
Avery nods in approval of the good gesture. "Aye, some news from Orlane would be nice, all I have heard is rumors, and people running scared."
Lldryk - The father smiles at you in wonder, "Thank you, kind sir. My children really needed this, and me too". He turns to his kids. "I told you leaving the village was our best option, look at this, not a mile out of town and we have a proper meal provided to us by a kind hearted stranger!" He goes back to his table and eats with his children.
Theldrin - No one looks twice at you as you seem to enjoy your wine. You see people deep in conversation, some merchants over in the right side of the inn, as well as what seems to be a group of adventurers on the left. Above the bar you see a thick grey chain, ending in a broken link that seems to have been burned.
After regaining my seat, I sit back and observe openly those at the table and then the room in general. Is there any entertainment or games?
Yes. In the corner of the room by the bar is a hole in the wall with a smaller copy of the grey chain hanging out. Above the hole reads, "Pull the chain, make the bell ding, 5sp per ding". The chain seems to be connected to some kind of mechanism behind the wall but you can't really see what it is.
I'm going to watch to see if anyone tries to pull the chain. Can I surmise whether this is a test of strength, matter of timing, or how pulling the chain may ring the bell? Perception roll 7 investigation roll 12
Just taking your first Perception roll into account. One of the adventurers, a little drunk it seems, goes over to the chain and starts stretching his arms. Just when he's about to start, however, his friends all crowd around him and start chanting his name and laughing. You don't see what happens, but know that he has somehow failed when the others all let out a groan and he goes to sit back down. "That'll be 1sp fella!" Tatum shouts as he goes to sit back down. "What?! It doesn't say anything about paying!" the young adventurer yells back. "How do you think we fund it, fool? You think i'm just giving out money here?". Tatum crosses his arms and stares the man down. He goes to the bar and pays the large bartender.
I glance over at Avery to catch his eye. If he notices me, I nod towards the chain trying to entice him in challenge. Persuasion roll 13
Awesome, as a general rule i don't allow characters to roll skill checks against other characters. I don't want anyone to feel as though their free will is taken away by another players good roll. So feel free to disregard that persuasion roll and just act as your character would.
Right on!
Then, I glance over at Avery to catch his eye. If he notices me, I nod towards the chain trying to entice him in challenge.
Avery shakes his head no, "Never bet against the house, I would bet it was placed there for all of the drunks to try and fail, and the house makes more money from it, both in the number of drinks of courage, and failures. You may try my friend, but not I."
Seated next to the half-elf is a meek looking human woman wearing green and brown leathers and clear handmade equipment. She speaks up softly, "I'm Liarin. I have my own reasons for being here but would not shy from gainful employment while here."
Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain
Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
Corwin - A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C
Sharinn - The Truth Beneath the Surface
DM - The Old Keep
Relieved at Avery's common sense, I tip my flask to him in toast again. I cross the the inn and order 2 ale's from Tatum and approach the father, "I have an ale for you if you'll have some words with me." I grab a seat next to him and ask him, "What can you tell me of Orlane? I hear tales, but tales are often inflated." and I hand him an ale. "What can you tell me brother?"
A handsome man, probably in his late 20s or early 30s, sits at the table across from Liarin. He's tall (nearly 6'), but much thinner than Avery. He has dark hair, long in back but trimmed closer on the sides. While his boots and cloak are travel-stained, his leather armor looks like it has never seen a fight. Other a brief "hello" as everyone sat down at the table, he has been sipping his drink and reading from a small book that sits open before him on the table. His extra gear is piled next to him on the bench. The backpack and crossbow look newly-purchased, but the lyre placed carefully next to them looks older and well-used.
The man closes his book and stares blankly across the room, lost in thought for a moment. He looks at Liarin with a start when she speaks, almost as though surprised to see her still sitting there. He finishes his drink to cover the moment and then joins the conversation. "Hello," he says with a broad smile, "it's a pleasure to meet you Liarin." His voice is deep and friendly and mellifluous. He reaches across to shake Liarin's hand and he really does seem pleased to meet her. He looks down the table to Avery and Theldrin, saying, "I do apologize. I was lost in a poem," touching the little book, "and I'm afraid that I missed your names? I am Xanrym. And--oh!--where did the other fellow go? Didn't I hear him saying something about a challenge or contest?"