Shalech you notice, out of the corner of your eye, that she is occasionally dancing inside the table. It doesn't take you long to realize that the amount that she is offset is equal to how far the chair turned when it was kicked. You are fairly sure that the girl dances for whoever is in or near the chair.
Croak throws open the door and the mournful cry gets louder. The room is empty except for a dilapidated desk in the corner. You have no clue where the noise is coming from.
Nathan, you immediately turn back towards the sink and try to think of anything else.
Sathalvir, you hear a strange mournful horn music coming from an upstairs window.
The door to The Clansman tavern opens and in steps a tall man. His face is stern, with grey eyes peeping out from underneath thick, bristling brows. His coiled brown locks are shorn about his shoulders, and he is clad in a travel-stained dark blue cloak and absurdly large black boots. A great walrus mustache completely covers his mouth, and his long elegantly braided beard is tucked into a golden belt. In his hand is a gnarled wooden staff with a rough white gem attached to its tip by sprawling fingers of wood.
Farin had come to Northbank on account of the rumors of a Wizard's Guild and powerful magic items, in his quest for magical power. Since arriving, it became clear that it wasn't all it was cracked up to be, so he came to the tavern in search of rumors and work. He was here now, so he would make the best of things.
Thirsty from his travel, Farin orders a mug of beer from the bartender and downs it in a single gulp, and then slams the mug on the table.
"May I have your attention everyone!" Farin thunders as he stands up on a chair, wiping the beer off his beard with his hand. He was not the subtle type. "I am in search of adventure! l should like to know of any rumors or work opportunities. Thank you!" He dismounts the chair clumsily.
Croak flips the only object in the room, a broken desk. The noise continues to come from somewhere in the room; at this point it has become similar to nails on a chalkboard for Croak, the sound is just incredibly irritating to him.
In frustration he picks back up and slams the desk repeatedly, causing it to break apart as well as break a few floorboards. The sound continues.
Farin, the large muscular man behind the bar laughs and says; "Find Isa, she'll tell you all of that." A large smirk crosses his face.
A moment later you taste the aftertaste of the beer and you are suddenly grateful you didn't drink that slow. You've had tons better. You have to work hard for beer to taste this bad. The bartender says; "Oh. And that'll be 68 copper."
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In order to be further away from the illusion, averting his eyes, Nathan runs up the stairs. Once upstairs, he hears the annoying sound, and also starts looking for the source:
Perception: 2
If he doesn't find the source, he calls for Theodore, knowing that he has already cast detect magic, to see if there is anything magical here.
Nathan, the only thing you can see or find are splintered pieces of wood.
Theodore moves up the stairs and is amazed by the destruction of the room. Two auras can be sensed here, both in the pile of broken pieces of wood; a deep Indigo hue of Abjuration and a bright green glow of enchantment. He informs Croak and Nathan about the two magical auras.
Boabby is hesitant to return the change, but upon seeing your expectations for coins to be returned, hands the coins back. "You know, private rooms are two gold a night if your interested..." He lets the question hang, hand outstretched.
"Nah, I'll sleep under the stars tonight," Farin grunts. He could not afford luxuries right now, and he doubted the private rooms would be of decent quality anyway. "Also, you didn't answer my question about Isa."
OOC: Robert, are you aware that one silver equals 10 copper, not 100? 68 copper is essentially 6 silver and 8 copper. "One gold piece is worth ten silver pieces, the most prevalent coin among commoners. A silver piece buys a laborer’s work for half a day, a flask of lamp oil, or a night’s rest in a poor inn. One silver piece is worth ten copper pieces, which are common among laborers and beggars. A single copper piece buys a candle, a torch, or a piece of chalk" (PHB).
I just paid twice as much for one beer than Shalech paid for three ales: 'Boabby smirks to himself. "Okay, three Ales. That'll be 3 silvers." He pours the ales into the clean mugs and hands them over" (page 2 of this thread).
(Your right, I under priced Shalech, it should have been a gold each that Boabby would have tried to scam out of him. 68 coppers is the proper price, which he also charged Urselles. He's that kind of guy.)
Boabby's hand curls up, a look of disappointment on his face. He waves his hand towards you and says; "Ask Dar." And then goes back to "cleaning".
(Sorry everyone, I mistakenly have been looking at the prices for gallons of ale, and not mugs. Since this was my fault, thank you Sir Walrus for getting me to look closer, I am giving you back all the coins spent on drinks so far; except for the whisky of course. The proper price is 11 coppers. My apologise.)
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Angered by the poor quality and ridiculous price of the beer and the barkeep's unhelpfulness, Farin decides to get back at Boabby. He casually strolls over to the darkest corner of the bar, trying to keep out of sight, and mutters something, making discreet motions with his hand. (Casting Mage Hand.) Stealth: 21. A spectral hand suddenly appears behind Boabby. It pulls down his pants... and undergarments to his ankles, and then vanishes.
Farin turns to the nearest patron, trying to blend in. "Hey, where can I find a guy named Dar?"
As Boabby's undergarments go down, so does Boabby behind the bar; but not before several patrons made note of a noticeably small part on the large man. The heckling begins immediately and you know for certain that this is the worst day of his life.
The old man beside you didn't have a good view and so has a moment to tell you to; "Go to the black tower" before getting cut off by the jeers of the crowd.
Shalech you notice, out of the corner of your eye, that she is occasionally dancing inside the table. It doesn't take you long to realize that the amount that she is offset is equal to how far the chair turned when it was kicked. You are fairly sure that the girl dances for whoever is in or near the chair.
Croak throws open the door and the mournful cry gets louder. The room is empty except for a dilapidated desk in the corner. You have no clue where the noise is coming from.
Nathan, you immediately turn back towards the sink and try to think of anything else.
Sathalvir, you hear a strange mournful horn music coming from an upstairs window.
"MAMA, stop taking off your clothes and listen to me, WHO ARE YOU" Urselles says starting to get a bit upset
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Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
The illusion has fully removed one cloth and has begun working on a second.
Croak ransacks the room, flipping everything over looking for the source of the sound,
Perception: 13
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The door to The Clansman tavern opens and in steps a tall man. His face is stern, with grey eyes peeping out from underneath thick, bristling brows. His coiled brown locks are shorn about his shoulders, and he is clad in a travel-stained dark blue cloak and absurdly large black boots. A great walrus mustache completely covers his mouth, and his long elegantly braided beard is tucked into a golden belt. In his hand is a gnarled wooden staff with a rough white gem attached to its tip by sprawling fingers of wood.
Farin had come to Northbank on account of the rumors of a Wizard's Guild and powerful magic items, in his quest for magical power. Since arriving, it became clear that it wasn't all it was cracked up to be, so he came to the tavern in search of rumors and work. He was here now, so he would make the best of things.
Thirsty from his travel, Farin orders a mug of beer from the bartender and downs it in a single gulp, and then slams the mug on the table.
"May I have your attention everyone!" Farin thunders as he stands up on a chair, wiping the beer off his beard with his hand. He was not the subtle type. "I am in search of adventure! l should like to know of any rumors or work opportunities. Thank you!" He dismounts the chair clumsily.
Croak flips the only object in the room, a broken desk. The noise continues to come from somewhere in the room; at this point it has become similar to nails on a chalkboard for Croak, the sound is just incredibly irritating to him.
In frustration he picks back up and slams the desk repeatedly, causing it to break apart as well as break a few floorboards. The sound continues.
Farin, the large muscular man behind the bar laughs and says; "Find Isa, she'll tell you all of that." A large smirk crosses his face.
A moment later you taste the aftertaste of the beer and you are suddenly grateful you didn't drink that slow. You've had tons better. You have to work hard for beer to taste this bad. The bartender says; "Oh. And that'll be 68 copper."
In order to be further away from the illusion, averting his eyes, Nathan runs up the stairs. Once upstairs, he hears the annoying sound, and also starts looking for the source:
Perception: 2
If he doesn't find the source, he calls for Theodore, knowing that he has already cast detect magic, to see if there is anything magical here.
Nathan, the only thing you can see or find are splintered pieces of wood.
Theodore moves up the stairs and is amazed by the destruction of the room. Two auras can be sensed here, both in the pile of broken pieces of wood; a deep Indigo hue of Abjuration and a bright green glow of enchantment. He informs Croak and Nathan about the two magical auras.
Indeed he does haha
Farin hands the barkeep a gold piece, and the barkeep gives him the change. "Now, where can I find this Isa?"
Boabby is hesitant to return the change, but upon seeing your expectations for coins to be returned, hands the coins back. "You know, private rooms are two gold a night if your interested..." He lets the question hang, hand outstretched.
"Nah, I'll sleep under the stars tonight," Farin grunts. He could not afford luxuries right now, and he doubted the private rooms would be of decent quality anyway. "Also, you didn't answer my question about Isa."
OOC: Robert, are you aware that one silver equals 10 copper, not 100? 68 copper is essentially 6 silver and 8 copper. "One gold piece is worth ten silver pieces, the most prevalent coin among commoners. A silver piece buys a laborer’s work for half a day, a flask of lamp oil, or a night’s rest in a poor inn. One silver piece is worth ten copper pieces, which are common among laborers and beggars. A single copper piece buys a candle, a torch, or a piece of chalk" (PHB).
I just paid twice as much for one beer than Shalech paid for three ales: 'Boabby smirks to himself. "Okay, three Ales. That'll be 3 silvers." He pours the ales into the clean mugs and hands them over" (page 2 of this thread).
(Your right, I under priced Shalech, it should have been a gold each that Boabby would have tried to scam out of him. 68 coppers is the proper price, which he also charged Urselles. He's that kind of guy.)
Boabby's hand curls up, a look of disappointment on his face. He waves his hand towards you and says; "Ask Dar." And then goes back to "cleaning".
(Sorry everyone, I mistakenly have been looking at the prices for gallons of ale, and not mugs. Since this was my fault, thank you Sir Walrus for getting me to look closer, I am giving you back all the coins spent on drinks so far; except for the whisky of course. The proper price is 11 coppers. My apologise.)
Angered by the poor quality and ridiculous price of the beer and the barkeep's unhelpfulness, Farin decides to get back at Boabby. He casually strolls over to the darkest corner of the bar, trying to keep out of sight, and mutters something, making discreet motions with his hand. (Casting Mage Hand.) Stealth: 21. A spectral hand suddenly appears behind Boabby. It pulls down his pants... and undergarments to his ankles, and then vanishes.
Farin turns to the nearest patron, trying to blend in. "Hey, where can I find a guy named Dar?"
As Boabby's undergarments go down, so does Boabby behind the bar; but not before several patrons made note of a noticeably small part on the large man. The heckling begins immediately and you know for certain that this is the worst day of his life.
The old man beside you didn't have a good view and so has a moment to tell you to; "Go to the black tower" before getting cut off by the jeers of the crowd.
Farin grins evilly and joins in on the laughter, clearly pleased with himself.
After waiting for the uproar to die down, Farin turns to the old man. "Where can I find the black tower?" he inquires.
He simply points out the front window and you can see in the distance, barely illuminated by nearby lanterns, a large black tower.
You suddenly notice that the tavern and the lanterns outside, appear to be lit by magic.
Urselles attempts to give the illusion a slight push on the leg try to get its attention
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
To Urselles dismay, her hands go right through the girl. Two cloths have been removed and sit translucent on the floor.