Looks around the bar hoping to spot a Harper brooch. Perception 18
We took care of the brigands on the road, sadly the hostages never made it. We left the cart with the undamaged goods along the road. The ox was busy munching what grass he could find. The harness is broken. Someone was waiting for a luxury delivery. Seems only polite to let you know as the ale and brandy were no doubt meant for barter here.
In the meantime a tankard of ale for my dwarven friend Felmar, and some cider for me, if you have no cider then mead will do. (1 sp placed on bar) Our bard will arrive soon with the payment for the common room.
Watching Briar cross the road she continues to smile, a gentle benevolence surrounds this woman. "That is very kind of you to offer" The old woman hands the broom to the Halfling. "My lady does not ask for servitude, only reverence. She has a special place in her heart for your kind, as do I. Halflings are graced by the ladies luck, as I hope are you".
She watches as you sweep out the arch revealing a stone slab sunk into the ground. A deep black with a prayer etched into its surface. The lines of characters glow with an inner silver radiance. "Virtue and righteousness, lofty goals, but difficult to adhere to. Have you adhered to your tenets?" She is asking from curiosity it seems, her face still and pleasant, her hand caressing the knob of her walking cane, a gnarled worn smooth branch. "My goodness, I do apologize, I am Linene of Tymora, this shrine is dedicated to her, but I am sure Torm would not mind, Tymora is always a friend to those in need."
The Barkeep, Toblen Stonehill
The middle aged man looks up upon your entry, watching the newcomers enter his Inn. He looks like he may have had another career before running a pour house. His stance clearly states you are on his territory now. He hands the key to Felmar, "Last door up those stairs." He nods in the direction then continues "Harbin, yah, he's the towns speaker, livin up the hill in the Manor."
Placing a foaming tankard upon the bar alongside a more delicate glass tumbler. He stares placidly at Aelinn as she tells her story. His expression is practiced to show no response to your words. "That Ox will probably be somethins lunch by know, shame you didn't manage to bring it back." He stares at the Half-elf "Goods not bought aint a loss" There is something more to this man, he hears everything in town but seems to be offering very little, guarded, watching his words.
Aelinn scans the room as she speaks with Toblen the barkeep. No obvious Harps are pinned to any breast or cloak. As she tells Toblen about the Ox driven wagon a pair in the corner catch her words. They try not to be obvious but listen intently. The Dwarf is worse at the game than his two human companions. It seems your party has drawn the attention of others, a hush has come over the room as she speaks of what goes for News in these parts.
Briar takes the broom and helps sweep, smiling as she talks about halflings being blessed with luck. he ponders Linene's question about adhering to tenets. "I'd like to think I have." he says. "Maybe not always perfect, but at least a good forth effort to keep at them." He nods as she talks about Tymora being a friend to all those in need, "I'm glad to hear it. She sounds like good company to keep." He sighs, "Not far from here we found a raider hideout. I pray they haven't come at the town itself."
She sipped at her drink ,a fine mead, maybe even from the Heartwood. One of the hostages, a dwarf, died in my arms, his last request was to tell the Harper here in town what had happened. Have you seen any Harpers here? She made sure that her voice carried to both the patrons and to Toblen. We are looking for Barthens to purchase some arrows and sell the brigands weapons. And of course we need to visit Harbin, or does he come here to drink at night?
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Krikas
Back in his element, the bard jaunts through the inns door and straight up to the bar. "As the lady said, I'll be along soon to pick up the bill." He speaks with practised bravado. A quick glance around the room gives Krikas an idea of who might be the better mark for the evening. "So, how much do we owe you? Oh, and throw in a mug of spiced mead. I love dwarven spiced mead. Reminds me of when I was in Baldurs Gate. Met the ugliest dwarf I'd ever seen, but man could she brew!" He continues to prattle on about the flavours and nuances of the lady dwarfs concoction in an attempt to redirect people's attention from their arrival.
Perception 19 to identify who might be the most open to answering their questions.
As Aelinn, Felmar and Krikas slip into the warm-looking building, Rusty follows casually after Briar as he approaches what must be a place of worship. This is something else Rusty does not understand: how some creatures are gifted magic in exchange for servitude to some powerful being. The Blade was never gifted magic, and he would often invoke the name of —
When the woman introduces herself and mentions Tymora not once but twice, the metal man fixes her with his dark gaze. Tymora was in fact the unseen recipient of The Blade's prayers. Tymora, who The Blade said was his protector. Tymora, who The Blade said watched over him and gave him good luck. Rusty continues moving toward them, his legs rising and falling in their customary way. He watches the woman over Briar's head, waiting for a chance to question her. Where was Tymora the night that The Blade had met his end? Where was Tymora when The Blade needed her most? The presence of the bloodied dagger tied to Rusty's right "bicep" loomed large in the construct's mind. Would Tymora protect this one if he attempted to plunge it into her heart?
Linene smiles, infectious and ever ready, she brighten and warms the area. She turns to watch the automaton cross the square to stand off a couple feet. She looks at it with curiosity but continues her conversation with Briar. "You and that machine over there. You must be very skilled" She winks and finishes, "Or you were lucky".
"We were having issues with Goblins, and Orcs have been seen in the hills. Harbin hired a band of mercenaries. Since then the goblins and orcs have not returned." She looks about the square quickly before continuing beneath her breath. "But they may be worse" She glances over at Rusty, the motionless construct still a point of curiosity.
Pouring a thick spiced mead, the aroma heady and sweet. "Aye, the room , the drinks, less this silver, probably food later if I reckon right, a Noble should do it. Even havin brefex in the morn." Toblen begins to move off, heading around the bar to the great room, cloth in hand. He looks over as she speaks to him, loud enough for the whole room to hear. "No Harpers here in town." You catch him meeting the eyes of another townsfolk in the bar. A group of them, 3 humans and an elf with purplish gray skin. They are sitting together at a table and a pair of stuffed chairs by the fire. The group continues to watch you, the flourishing bard and the stout Dwarf with foam in his beard. "Like I said, Harbin's up in the Manor, dont much leave it these days."
A small Tiefling child comes out of the back room, she quickly reads the room, shrugs and continues to retrieve mugs, and dishes from the various tables. She watches the Bard with a wistful touch of glee. The tables are occupied with a motley crew...
Toblen and the Tiefling child,
A surly dwarf with his two human companions, watching you but trying to be stealthy about it.
3 Humans, 2 men and a woman with a dark skinned elven male, they watch Toblen as much as you.
A woman by herself, hood pulled forward as if afraid of the light, her eyes have not left your group.
A human male and a Half-orc in the far corner, they pay you no attention
Felmar looks around the room and takes note of the various clientele. He sees the various people watching them. He elbows Aelinn to draw her attention to the same and whispers “Divide and conquer eh lass?”
Without waiting for a response Felmar gets up and brings his mug of ale to the table with the dwarf and two humans. He sets his mug on the table and pushes it towards the three. “Ye lads aren’t exactly subtle. But that’s okay,” he says with a grin, “cuz neither am I. Now. The first one who tells me why yer eyeball in’ me and me mates, gets this,” he says pointing to the mug. “But the last one’ll get somethin’ else. I’ll be lettin’ ye use yer imagination as te what that is…”
Briar chuckles at Linene's "or you were lucky" and smiles. He looks at Rusty, wondering what the warforged is thinking. For that matter, did such creatures have souls? Was his partymember a man, er, thing, er, robot of faith? "Lucky to have good companions I'd say." he winks towards Rusty. "I'm glad you came to the shrine too. Good to have company."
He ponders what she says about the mercenaries. "Worse?" he asks, perplexed.
Good evening she said quietly to the hooded woman, do you mind if I sit with you? The other tables seem full. Can I offer you another of whatever you are drinking. My name is Aelinn Silverleaf what's yours? Can I help you? Would you like to hear some music? Krikas is very good. Maybe people will dance to a merry jig. Aelinn pushed up her cuff on the left hand showing a tattoo of the thieves lord Mask.
Briar and Rusty stand in the square, a gentle snow begins to drift from the sky. In the distance, the sun shines off a plume of powder jetting off the Icespire, the tallest mountain in the Sword Mountains. Without answering your query she nods her chin down the street, a group of men exit from the Lionshield Coster, a few coins deposited into a pouch. The group then turns and knocks on the door across the road. Linene looks to the sky, a shrug of resignation at the falling snow.
The Dwarf looks at Felmar, his grey eyes shining in their sockets. The two humans look to the Dwarf, then stare at Felmar, trying to be menacing, bravado is all it comes across as to the Surly Dwarf. Nobody even acknowledges the mug before them. The Dwarf speaks "No offense Master Sir?.." He lets the words hang for a long pause, hoping Felmar gets the hint and fills in the space. "You weren't exactly quiet coming in here, like a parade barker and his troupe you were." He looks over to the Half-elf, "Music, a performance is always welcome."
"Quit yer scowling Sir, if you meant to attack you would have already, not very subtle yer self." He glances about the room, his gaze lingering on the varied faces, the lone woman, the dark skinned elf, the half-orc and his companion. He lowers his voice to a bare whisper. "We were waiting for a friend, what did this Dwarf look like?" He leans in a little, becoming conspiratorial, "He had an item on him, a map, did you find it?"
The woman's gaze drifts from the dwarves speaking at the far table to regard Aelinn as she sat, uninvited. Much of her face in shadow, a scowl is clearly visible. "there are empty tables! are you always so bold, so intrusive?" She sighs, a soft sound barely audible. "As your friend will, matters not." She glances at the tattoo then looks back to the woman whose presence was not asked for. "Is that a threat? Do you mean to rob me? No I think you meant otherwise." A small smile creases her lips.
"Perhaps our paths were meant to cross" She looks around again before continuing. Satisfied the other tables have been occupied or returned to their own conversations. "I would enjoy another, Fallia" She cries to the young Tiefling girl nodding at her drink, a thin flute of golden liquid. "I am Aranya, I run a small apothecary here in town. Been here a couple years now, not since the re-founding but soon after. Seen some of these lads when they were born" She fills the time pleasantly, seeming to drop her guard.
Aelinn
Between the very subtle gestures, her fingers her wrists, the expression on her face. Even the words she uses to tell her story. This woman, Halia, is well versed in Thieves cant.
"The Dwarf is going to lie to your friend, he is not to be trusted. Half-orc and human part of local Militia watch what you say. Are your talents useful in any shadow, or just the city?"
Briar turns to Rusty, sweeping as he talks, "Coins into a purse. Knocking on more doors. Feels like extortion to me. I'd like to keep an eye on them for a moment. Or should we head over to see what's happening?"
If Rusty agrees, he says "Torm bless my eyes and ears." and watches the unfolding interaction, trying to see if he can hear or see anything indicating if his suspicions are correct.
I am at home in any shadow, not just the woodlands but city too. We are unfortunately just crows bringing bad news. My companions were badly wounded including the halfling cleric. We really need a health potion just in case it happens again. She sighed Something that hopefully you can help with Aranya. The Thieves Guildmaster sent me because of the rumors about the mine. I'm a smuggler by trade fine wines, ales and spirits, ran with a group of dwarves for 80 years. Now I'm a lay sister of Mask still part of the Guild. This little venture will hopefully be enough to convince the High Cleric of Mask to ordain me.
So is there anything that we can help you with, say in exchange of a health potion or two?
Persuasion 17
Aelinn looks around and realizes that Briar is absent along with Rusty. She looks out of the window and sees them by the small shrine staring at something, and Briar had that look about him that said he'd found trouble. Perception 18
Rusty, who had not noticed the men, first looks down at Briar and then in the direction the halfling indicates. He is not frustrated that he has not yet been able to ask his questions. There is always time later. He watches the men at the door, his mind replaying the words the woman of Tymora and Briar had exchanged. He looks back at Briar. "I do-do-do-do not believe we should engage them alone. I al-al-al-also think it inadvisable for either-ther-ther-ther of us to spy as we are both quite loud. Should I-I-I-I retrieve Krikas or Aelinn from the tavern-vern-vern-vern?"
OOC: Ssymith, I just wanted to compliment you on your writing. I enjoy your descriptions very much.
Rusty turns and stomps through the new snow toward the tavern. He climbs the stairs onto the porch and then reaches out for the door. He can appreciate the warmth that washes out of the building as soon as he opens the door. It feels welcoming against his many parts. The small bits of snow that have collected on him and in his buckets immediately turn into water droplets. After dutifully and carefully closing the door again, he turns his gaze until the room, scanning for the three party members. Seeing Krikas closest, he stops toward the half-elf and announces in his usual monotone, "Briar-ar-ar-ar and I would appreciate some assistance-ance-ance-ance. Could you-you-you-you follow me outside?" While awaiting the bard's response, Rusty's furnace-like head swivels to once again regard the room and its varied occupants.
Felmar did get the hint prompting for his name and ignores it completely. He is a wanted dwarf after all. “The lass found’em, didn’t see him meself. No map. What’s so important about a map?”
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Aelinn
Looks around the bar hoping to spot a Harper brooch. Perception 18
We took care of the brigands on the road, sadly the hostages never made it. We left the cart with the undamaged goods along the road. The ox was busy munching what grass he could find. The harness is broken. Someone was waiting for a luxury delivery. Seems only polite to let you know as the ale and brandy were no doubt meant for barter here.
In the meantime a tankard of ale for my dwarven friend Felmar, and some cider for me, if you have no cider then mead will do. (1 sp placed on bar) Our bard will arrive soon with the payment for the common room.
The Priestess, Linene of Tymora
Watching Briar cross the road she continues to smile, a gentle benevolence surrounds this woman. "That is very kind of you to offer" The old woman hands the broom to the Halfling. "My lady does not ask for servitude, only reverence. She has a special place in her heart for your kind, as do I. Halflings are graced by the ladies luck, as I hope are you".
She watches as you sweep out the arch revealing a stone slab sunk into the ground. A deep black with a prayer etched into its surface. The lines of characters glow with an inner silver radiance. "Virtue and righteousness, lofty goals, but difficult to adhere to. Have you adhered to your tenets?" She is asking from curiosity it seems, her face still and pleasant, her hand caressing the knob of her walking cane, a gnarled worn smooth branch. "My goodness, I do apologize, I am Linene of Tymora, this shrine is dedicated to her, but I am sure Torm would not mind, Tymora is always a friend to those in need."
The Barkeep, Toblen Stonehill
The middle aged man looks up upon your entry, watching the newcomers enter his Inn. He looks like he may have had another career before running a pour house. His stance clearly states you are on his territory now. He hands the key to Felmar, "Last door up those stairs." He nods in the direction then continues "Harbin, yah, he's the towns speaker, livin up the hill in the Manor."
Placing a foaming tankard upon the bar alongside a more delicate glass tumbler. He stares placidly at Aelinn as she tells her story. His expression is practiced to show no response to your words. "That Ox will probably be somethins lunch by know, shame you didn't manage to bring it back." He stares at the Half-elf "Goods not bought aint a loss" There is something more to this man, he hears everything in town but seems to be offering very little, guarded, watching his words.
Aelinn scans the room as she speaks with Toblen the barkeep. No obvious Harps are pinned to any breast or cloak. As she tells Toblen about the Ox driven wagon a pair in the corner catch her words. They try not to be obvious but listen intently. The Dwarf is worse at the game than his two human companions. It seems your party has drawn the attention of others, a hush has come over the room as she speaks of what goes for News in these parts.
Briar takes the broom and helps sweep, smiling as she talks about halflings being blessed with luck. he ponders Linene's question about adhering to tenets. "I'd like to think I have." he says. "Maybe not always perfect, but at least a good forth effort to keep at them." He nods as she talks about Tymora being a friend to all those in need, "I'm glad to hear it. She sounds like good company to keep." He sighs, "Not far from here we found a raider hideout. I pray they haven't come at the town itself."
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(Sorry. Suffering from some medical issues. Will try and get back up to speed.)
Aelinn
She sipped at her drink ,a fine mead, maybe even from the Heartwood. One of the hostages, a dwarf, died in my arms, his last request was to tell the Harper here in town what had happened. Have you seen any Harpers here? She made sure that her voice carried to both the patrons and to Toblen. We are looking for Barthens to purchase some arrows and sell the brigands weapons. And of course we need to visit Harbin, or does he come here to drink at night?
Krikas
Back in his element, the bard jaunts through the inns door and straight up to the bar. "As the lady said, I'll be along soon to pick up the bill." He speaks with practised bravado. A quick glance around the room gives Krikas an idea of who might be the better mark for the evening. "So, how much do we owe you? Oh, and throw in a mug of spiced mead. I love dwarven spiced mead. Reminds me of when I was in Baldurs Gate. Met the ugliest dwarf I'd ever seen, but man could she brew!" He continues to prattle on about the flavours and nuances of the lady dwarfs concoction in an attempt to redirect people's attention from their arrival.
Perception 19 to identify who might be the most open to answering their questions.
As Aelinn, Felmar and Krikas slip into the warm-looking building, Rusty follows casually after Briar as he approaches what must be a place of worship. This is something else Rusty does not understand: how some creatures are gifted magic in exchange for servitude to some powerful being. The Blade was never gifted magic, and he would often invoke the name of —
When the woman introduces herself and mentions Tymora not once but twice, the metal man fixes her with his dark gaze. Tymora was in fact the unseen recipient of The Blade's prayers. Tymora, who The Blade said was his protector. Tymora, who The Blade said watched over him and gave him good luck. Rusty continues moving toward them, his legs rising and falling in their customary way. He watches the woman over Briar's head, waiting for a chance to question her. Where was Tymora the night that The Blade had met his end? Where was Tymora when The Blade needed her most? The presence of the bloodied dagger tied to Rusty's right "bicep" loomed large in the construct's mind. Would Tymora protect this one if he attempted to plunge it into her heart?
[[ Oof, no worries. Hope they get better soon. ]]
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We Are Modron
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Linene smiles, infectious and ever ready, she brighten and warms the area. She turns to watch the automaton cross the square to stand off a couple feet. She looks at it with curiosity but continues her conversation with Briar. "You and that machine over there. You must be very skilled" She winks and finishes, "Or you were lucky".
"We were having issues with Goblins, and Orcs have been seen in the hills. Harbin hired a band of mercenaries. Since then the goblins and orcs have not returned." She looks about the square quickly before continuing beneath her breath. "But they may be worse" She glances over at Rusty, the motionless construct still a point of curiosity.
Pouring a thick spiced mead, the aroma heady and sweet. "Aye, the room , the drinks, less this silver, probably food later if I reckon right, a Noble should do it. Even havin brefex in the morn." Toblen begins to move off, heading around the bar to the great room, cloth in hand. He looks over as she speaks to him, loud enough for the whole room to hear. "No Harpers here in town." You catch him meeting the eyes of another townsfolk in the bar. A group of them, 3 humans and an elf with purplish gray skin. They are sitting together at a table and a pair of stuffed chairs by the fire. The group continues to watch you, the flourishing bard and the stout Dwarf with foam in his beard. "Like I said, Harbin's up in the Manor, dont much leave it these days."
A small Tiefling child comes out of the back room, she quickly reads the room, shrugs and continues to retrieve mugs, and dishes from the various tables. She watches the Bard with a wistful touch of glee. The tables are occupied with a motley crew...
Felmar looks around the room and takes note of the various clientele. He sees the various people watching them. He elbows Aelinn to draw her attention to the same and whispers “Divide and conquer eh lass?”
Without waiting for a response Felmar gets up and brings his mug of ale to the table with the dwarf and two humans. He sets his mug on the table and pushes it towards the three. “Ye lads aren’t exactly subtle. But that’s okay,” he says with a grin, “cuz neither am I. Now. The first one who tells me why yer eyeball in’ me and me mates, gets this,” he says pointing to the mug. “But the last one’ll get somethin’ else. I’ll be lettin’ ye use yer imagination as te what that is…”
Intimidation: 15
Insight (of whatever they say): 11
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Briar chuckles at Linene's "or you were lucky" and smiles. He looks at Rusty, wondering what the warforged is thinking. For that matter, did such creatures have souls? Was his partymember a man, er, thing, er, robot of faith? "Lucky to have good companions I'd say." he winks towards Rusty. "I'm glad you came to the shrine too. Good to have company."
He ponders what she says about the mercenaries. "Worse?" he asks, perplexed.
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Aelinn
Good evening she said quietly to the hooded woman, do you mind if I sit with you? The other tables seem full. Can I offer you another of whatever you are drinking. My name is Aelinn Silverleaf what's yours? Can I help you? Would you like to hear some music? Krikas is very good. Maybe people will dance to a merry jig. Aelinn pushed up her cuff on the left hand showing a tattoo of the thieves lord Mask.
Persuasion 15
Rusty continues to stand still, his furnace-like head staring straight at the priestess.
Briar and Rusty stand in the square, a gentle snow begins to drift from the sky. In the distance, the sun shines off a plume of powder jetting off the Icespire, the tallest mountain in the Sword Mountains. Without answering your query she nods her chin down the street, a group of men exit from the Lionshield Coster, a few coins deposited into a pouch. The group then turns and knocks on the door across the road. Linene looks to the sky, a shrug of resignation at the falling snow.
The Dwarf looks at Felmar, his grey eyes shining in their sockets. The two humans look to the Dwarf, then stare at Felmar, trying to be menacing, bravado is all it comes across as to the Surly Dwarf. Nobody even acknowledges the mug before them. The Dwarf speaks "No offense Master Sir?.." He lets the words hang for a long pause, hoping Felmar gets the hint and fills in the space. "You weren't exactly quiet coming in here, like a parade barker and his troupe you were." He looks over to the Half-elf, "Music, a performance is always welcome."
"Quit yer scowling Sir, if you meant to attack you would have already, not very subtle yer self." He glances about the room, his gaze lingering on the varied faces, the lone woman, the dark skinned elf, the half-orc and his companion. He lowers his voice to a bare whisper. "We were waiting for a friend, what did this Dwarf look like?" He leans in a little, becoming conspiratorial, "He had an item on him, a map, did you find it?"
The woman's gaze drifts from the dwarves speaking at the far table to regard Aelinn as she sat, uninvited. Much of her face in shadow, a scowl is clearly visible. "there are empty tables! are you always so bold, so intrusive?" She sighs, a soft sound barely audible. "As your friend will, matters not." She glances at the tattoo then looks back to the woman whose presence was not asked for. "Is that a threat? Do you mean to rob me? No I think you meant otherwise." A small smile creases her lips.
"Perhaps our paths were meant to cross" She looks around again before continuing. Satisfied the other tables have been occupied or returned to their own conversations. "I would enjoy another, Fallia" She cries to the young Tiefling girl nodding at her drink, a thin flute of golden liquid. "I am Aranya, I run a small apothecary here in town. Been here a couple years now, not since the re-founding but soon after. Seen some of these lads when they were born" She fills the time pleasantly, seeming to drop her guard.
Aelinn
Between the very subtle gestures, her fingers her wrists, the expression on her face. Even the words she uses to tell her story. This woman, Halia, is well versed in Thieves cant.
"The Dwarf is going to lie to your friend, he is not to be trusted. Half-orc and human part of local Militia watch what you say. Are your talents useful in any shadow, or just the city?"
Briar turns to Rusty, sweeping as he talks, "Coins into a purse. Knocking on more doors. Feels like extortion to me. I'd like to keep an eye on them for a moment. Or should we head over to see what's happening?"
If Rusty agrees, he says "Torm bless my eyes and ears." and watches the unfolding interaction, trying to see if he can hear or see anything indicating if his suspicions are correct.
Perception: 4+3+4(guidance) = 11
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Belolonandalogalo, Sunny | Draíocht, Kholias | Eggo Lass, 100 Dungeons
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We Are Modron
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Aelinn
I am at home in any shadow, not just the woodlands but city too. We are unfortunately just crows bringing bad news. My companions were badly wounded including the halfling cleric. We really need a health potion just in case it happens again. She sighed Something that hopefully you can help with Aranya. The Thieves Guildmaster sent me because of the rumors about the mine. I'm a smuggler by trade fine wines, ales and spirits, ran with a group of dwarves for 80 years. Now I'm a lay sister of Mask still part of the Guild. This little venture will hopefully be enough to convince the High Cleric of Mask to ordain me.
So is there anything that we can help you with, say in exchange of a health potion or two?
Persuasion 17
Aelinn looks around and realizes that Briar is absent along with Rusty. She looks out of the window and sees them by the small shrine staring at something, and Briar had that look about him that said he'd found trouble. Perception 18
Rusty, who had not noticed the men, first looks down at Briar and then in the direction the halfling indicates. He is not frustrated that he has not yet been able to ask his questions. There is always time later. He watches the men at the door, his mind replaying the words the woman of Tymora and Briar had exchanged. He looks back at Briar. "I do-do-do-do not believe we should engage them alone. I al-al-al-also think it inadvisable for either-ther-ther-ther of us to spy as we are both quite loud. Should I-I-I-I retrieve Krikas or Aelinn from the tavern-vern-vern-vern?"
Briar considers Rusty's words. "Fair enough." he says, "Getting others sounds like a solid plan. I'll keep helping to sweep here."
This is a signature. It was a simple signature. But it has been upgraded.
Belolonandalogalo, Sunny | Draíocht, Kholias | Eggo Lass, 100 Dungeons
Talorin Tebedi, Vecna: Eve | Cherry, Stormwreck | Chipper, Strahd
We Are Modron
Get rickrolled here. Awesome music here. Track 48, 5/23/25, Immaculate Mary
OOC: Ssymith, I just wanted to compliment you on your writing. I enjoy your descriptions very much.
Rusty turns and stomps through the new snow toward the tavern. He climbs the stairs onto the porch and then reaches out for the door. He can appreciate the warmth that washes out of the building as soon as he opens the door. It feels welcoming against his many parts. The small bits of snow that have collected on him and in his buckets immediately turn into water droplets. After dutifully and carefully closing the door again, he turns his gaze until the room, scanning for the three party members. Seeing Krikas closest, he stops toward the half-elf and announces in his usual monotone, "Briar-ar-ar-ar and I would appreciate some assistance-ance-ance-ance. Could you-you-you-you follow me outside?" While awaiting the bard's response, Rusty's furnace-like head swivels to once again regard the room and its varied occupants.
Felmar did get the hint prompting for his name and ignores it completely. He is a wanted dwarf after all. “The lass found’em, didn’t see him meself. No map. What’s so important about a map?”
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