”Good heavens, youre an adorable looking thing.” Crispy smiles at Kithre. “The bar is treating us very well. This is Borg.” She gestures over at the huge half-orc sitting next to her. “I wanted to get to know you earlier, but youre on the other team, so I thought I would just call you over for a friendly chat! I couldnt help but notice you looked a little concerned when you were looking at the band members, is everthing oka-“
That was when they were interrupted by another drunk adventurer. Crispy takes a brief moment to size him up and down, making sure he wasent one of them, or part of any group.
”Excuse me..” she says, mildly annoyed. “Im trying to be friendly here to my new friends, and youre cramping my style. Can I help you?”
When the leather clad man stumbles up, clothing in a drunken disarray, Kithre's smile fades from her face for a moment with a flicker of disgust flitting across her eyes briefly. "It was a fabulous night, speaking with my lovely friend here. To be honest, as much as I appreciate the attention, I'm not interested in the ramblings of a drunken adventurer. I can supply those plenty well enough on my own." she says, her smile snapping back into place. "If you would be so kind as to go bestow your honeyed words on anyone else in the bar, yeah? Either that or take a moment to cool those britches a bit." she finishes, before snapping off a few smooth words, making the man's pants noticeably chill.
Casting prestidigitation to chill 1 cubic foot of non-living material for an hour, targeted on his pants.
Crispy does a double take as Kithre talks to the drunkard. The pleasant shock on her face is quite apparent, as she listens to Kithre and looking at the drunkards reaction. “Wow, nicely said and done..!“ she says, calmly waiting for to see what happens with a face of exaggerated anticipation.
Hearing the commotion behind him, and seeing the drunk talking to the three women, Johann just wants to make a demonic voice whisper, "Leave now," in his ear. (Minor Illusion, DC 13 Intelligence)
Then he turns back to the card game that he's losing at badly.
As he is sitting with Borg and Crispy, raising his half-empty mug when they toast to "new friends" and was smiling when Crispy invite Kithre, he stands when the half-elf approaches.
"Easy friends " he says smiling " the guy just wanted to buy us a drink... don't you? " he says turning to the adventurer " I'll get your drink friend. Let's go to the bar and buy me something I've never tasted before." he winks to Crispy and take the guy passing an arm over his shoulder and goes with him to the bar.
”Aw, man.” Crispy sighs to Borg and Kithre - seeing the drunk half-elf being escorted away. “A non-violent solution? Im not used to that. I'm actually disappointed.” Crispy laughs. “So. Where were we..? Ah yes. The adorable Kithre! And clever, too. Please, talk. I'm all ears. You and the band..? You looked..concerned.”
"Give it time, with how many drunks there are here, someone will try something and then it will kick off." Borg takes a drink to scan around the tavern for anyone, who looks to be waiting for a fight. other than the bouncers.
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And makes his way over and sits down across from her.
"Seen that look in the army. Ain't gonna try an stop you, but I'll make you a wager right here, right now."
He puts his elbow on the table and flexes his fist at her.
"You beat me, I walk away and let you make this mistake. I beat you, you hold off 'til we're back at the barracks and if'n your still spoiling for a fight, I'll let you knock me around."
"Ahh yes. The band. Not really even the band, just the tiefling there. She and I have a bit of a past. The competition where I won my lute, she was the runner up. Normally, it wouldn't have been a problem, but she tried blaming me, said I magically influenced the judges, which is just ludicrous." She says, no sign of anger in her voice, still as chipper as ever.
"Easy there, big guy." Crispy says to Brazzak, putting her hand on his shoulder. "We're just talking. We're not looking for trouble." She smiles, then flashes a fast questioning glace at Borg, saying, "..Right?" Then back to Brazzak. "But if you beat HER, you gotta beat ME." She jokes, trying to keep everyone calm.
She turns to Kithre. "Ahh, the Tiefling. I understand. I'm sure you've heard this a gazillion times, but you're one hell of a player. I hope you don't mind if i'm all honest and upfront. That's kind of how I am."
"Huh, easy big guy, you know how it is I was looking to see who was most likely to start a fight, not who I was going to fight, but a friendly arm wrestle I can do, that would be fun." Borg says, setting her tankard down and setting her arm on the table with a smirk. "Always fun to test out strength."
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Borg laughs and just shurgs. "Oh well, guess can't win them all, plus i'm more of a hitter than a Grappler." Borg says not really caring as nothing was on the line.
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Forgot to mention for Jaylin:
Yeah, that drink had an exceptional kick to it. You're glad it wasn't a chaser to something else, otherwise you'd've been out like a light.
”Good heavens, youre an adorable looking thing.” Crispy smiles at Kithre. “The bar is treating us very well. This is Borg.” She gestures over at the huge half-orc sitting next to her. “I wanted to get to know you earlier, but youre on the other team, so I thought I would just call you over for a friendly chat! I couldnt help but notice you looked a little concerned when you were looking at the band members, is everthing oka-“
That was when they were interrupted by another drunk adventurer. Crispy takes a brief moment to size him up and down, making sure he wasent one of them, or part of any group.
”Excuse me..” she says, mildly annoyed. “Im trying to be friendly here to my new friends, and youre cramping my style. Can I help you?”
Okay, so next hand
Deception 9
Playing Cards 6
(irl I'm laughing so hard right now)
Johann seems to be more drunk than he previously thought.
When the leather clad man stumbles up, clothing in a drunken disarray, Kithre's smile fades from her face for a moment with a flicker of disgust flitting across her eyes briefly. "It was a fabulous night, speaking with my lovely friend here. To be honest, as much as I appreciate the attention, I'm not interested in the ramblings of a drunken adventurer. I can supply those plenty well enough on my own." she says, her smile snapping back into place. "If you would be so kind as to go bestow your honeyed words on anyone else in the bar, yeah? Either that or take a moment to cool those britches a bit." she finishes, before snapping off a few smooth words, making the man's pants noticeably chill.
Casting prestidigitation to chill 1 cubic foot of non-living material for an hour, targeted on his pants.
Crispy does a double take as Kithre talks to the drunkard. The pleasant shock on her face is quite apparent, as she listens to Kithre and looking at the drunkards reaction. “Wow, nicely said and done..!“ she says, calmly waiting for to see what happens with a face of exaggerated anticipation.
He may be dumb, but he isn't blind.
Brazzak catches Kithre and Crispy's eyes and makes a simple "Need help?" gesture.
DCI: 3319125026
Crispy catches Brazzaks look, winks, and makes a signal with her hand. Nah, we got this, thanks.
"wooo! Money!"
While celebrating, Warren will attempt to slip a couple of the cards from his hand into his sleeve (of course) for use later.
Sleight of hand 11
(im thinking he would then use the cards later to swap out any bad hand he gets. Would that be a bonus or reroll or set result etc?)
Playing cards : 19
Hearing the commotion behind him, and seeing the drunk talking to the three women, Johann just wants to make a demonic voice whisper, "Leave now," in his ear. (Minor Illusion, DC 13 Intelligence)
Then he turns back to the card game that he's losing at badly.
As he is sitting with Borg and Crispy, raising his half-empty mug when they toast to "new friends" and was smiling when Crispy invite Kithre, he stands when the half-elf approaches.
"Easy friends " he says smiling " the guy just wanted to buy us a drink... don't you? " he says turning to the adventurer " I'll get your drink friend. Let's go to the bar and buy me something I've never tasted before." he winks to Crispy and take the guy passing an arm over his shoulder and goes with him to the bar.
PbP Character: A few ;)
"Thanks, Dar." Crispy winks back.
”Aw, man.” Crispy sighs to Borg and Kithre - seeing the drunk half-elf being escorted away. “A non-violent solution? Im not used to that. I'm actually disappointed.” Crispy laughs. “So. Where were we..? Ah yes. The adorable Kithre! And clever, too. Please, talk. I'm all ears. You and the band..? You looked..concerned.”
"Give it time, with how many drunks there are here, someone will try something and then it will kick off." Borg takes a drink to scan around the tavern for anyone, who looks to be waiting for a fight. other than the bouncers.
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Insight: 13
Brazzak sees the look on Borg's face.
"Uh-oh"
And makes his way over and sits down across from her.
"Seen that look in the army. Ain't gonna try an stop you, but I'll make you a wager right here, right now."
He puts his elbow on the table and flexes his fist at her.
"You beat me, I walk away and let you make this mistake. I beat you, you hold off 'til we're back at the barracks and if'n your still spoiling for a fight, I'll let you knock me around."
DCI: 3319125026
"Ahh yes. The band. Not really even the band, just the tiefling there. She and I have a bit of a past. The competition where I won my lute, she was the runner up. Normally, it wouldn't have been a problem, but she tried blaming me, said I magically influenced the judges, which is just ludicrous." She says, no sign of anger in her voice, still as chipper as ever.
"Easy there, big guy." Crispy says to Brazzak, putting her hand on his shoulder. "We're just talking. We're not looking for trouble." She smiles, then flashes a fast questioning glace at Borg, saying, "..Right?" Then back to Brazzak. "But if you beat HER, you gotta beat ME." She jokes, trying to keep everyone calm.
She turns to Kithre. "Ahh, the Tiefling. I understand. I'm sure you've heard this a gazillion times, but you're one hell of a player. I hope you don't mind if i'm all honest and upfront. That's kind of how I am."
"Huh, easy big guy, you know how it is I was looking to see who was most likely to start a fight, not who I was going to fight, but a friendly arm wrestle I can do, that would be fun." Borg says, setting her tankard down and setting her arm on the table with a smirk. "Always fun to test out strength."
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"Huh. OK. Sorry, ma'am. You just looked a lot like some of the guys I served with who was always looking to start a fight."
"But, as long as you're not looking to start the trouble, let's go!"
Athletics check? Highest roll wins?
DCI: 3319125026
"Right, lets go. this will be great." Borg locks hands wit the larger Dragonborn. "and GO."
Sure, we can do that.
Arm Wrestle.
Athletics 19
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Athletics: 26
Brazzak politely feigns the struggle, but finally puts the half-orc out of her misery.
"Sorry about that, ma'am. And the misunderstanding. Lemme know if you ever need a sparring partner."
Brazzak waves to the waitress and orders another round for himself and Borg.
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Borg laughs and just shurgs. "Oh well, guess can't win them all, plus i'm more of a hitter than a Grappler." Borg says not really caring as nothing was on the line.
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