Sigurd arrives behind the others and starts pacing back and forth, giving the two new females the stare down while the rest of the party decides on a course of action.
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"We can hear you two geniuses openly trying to decide which lie to tell us." — the tall man spoke, this time in full ear shot of both his party and the duo as well as the man they were almost certainly kidnapping — "And we're with the City Watch."
A pause, firmly pregnant. "So how about you just let the man go, and go about your merry way, and us 'tourists' won't have to arrest you, or worse? ... provided your apology is genuine enough. I expect you know what I mean there, yes?"
Presuming a decent amount of corruption among police forces here, the large, decently intimidating man openly asked for a bribe on top of everything else, figuring two birds, one stone.
(Deception — Will be using a Luck Point, for advantage: 18 Intimidation, if needed: 5)
Pushover is awkwardly hanging about at the back of the group, aiming not to be seen. She hasn't really met any other tieflings before, but she still isn't exactly looking to make friends with this one, and the same applies with the dwarf. Rather, she'd prefer to stay unnoticed until she's called upon.
(The deception will be at disadvantage due to none of the party wearing any of the city watch colors. Will be taking the first roll regardless, but you can take back the luck point.)
"Sure, take him. I've been wanting to get rid of him anyway." The tiefling shrugs.
"Hey, I didn't agree!" the dwarf argues.
"Look, your plan was never going to work because it requires to understand him. We let him stay with us for a whole week and we haven't even figured out what's yes or no for him."
"...I mean we figured out when he talks about clams he's saying he's tired."
"That's great. Maybe in another month, we'd find out what he says when he's cold. Face it, the man is a lost cause. Just another crazy on the street." the tiefling turns and begins to walk away. After a moment, the dwarf lets go of the old man and follows. "Have fun, 'officers', we were trying to get him back before he starts pissing on the streets again so you all can deal with it."
Valiant enjoys the display of galavantingly getting in Other people’s business, arms folded with a smug grin.
”good thing they left… otherwise we would have sicked pushover on 'em… give em a few firebolts to run from eh?”
Handing the old man 1 gold coin. “We have saved you poor soul from these vile ingrates… so that you may go have libations in the local tavern…
and remember to tell them …..we …. sent you!” Slapping his shoulder before Looking around the rag tag group still without a name…
”should we come up with a temporary name? How about… “the yet named? Or “the corps of acquiring cool loot?” Nono… Or “the council of special helpers?” He blurts out still a middle school kid might say… “the super awesome gang”… oh I know! The “don’t mess with us’s” before losing the thought as he walks towards the sink hole, daydreaming about official biker gang uniforms.
As Valiant approaches the old man, the old man takes coin and faces him. The man suddenly grabs onto Valiant's shoulders with surprising strength, holding him there. His eyes come into focus and he becomes as sober as a priest of Ilmater at sunup. “Their plans are afoot,” he whispers. “Their staff are ready. Their balance sheets are totaled, and that total is grim. They mean to bring the end of all things! You must seek the magic! Only you can stop them! ONLY YOU! YOU…are who again, sorry?” his eyes daze once more as he looks lost. He lets go of Valiant and looks to the coin in his hand. "Oh, thank you, old egg, for the candy. I was getting hungry after eating only air since Neverwinter's winter." the old man puts the coin in his mouth and swallows.
As Valiant approaches the old man, the old man takes coin and faces him. The man suddenly grabs onto Valiant's shoulders with surprising strength, holding him there. His eyes come into focus and he becomes as sober as a priest of Ilmater at sunup. “Their plans are afoot,” he whispers. “Their staff are ready. Their balance sheets are totaled, and that total is grim. They mean to bring the end of all things! You must seek the magic! Only you can stop them! ONLY YOU! YOU…are who again, sorry?” his eyes daze once more as he looks lost. He lets go of Valiant and looks to the coin in his hand. "Oh, thank you, old egg, for the candy. I was getting hungry after eating only air since Neverwinter's winter." the old man puts the coin in his mouth and swallows.
“plans, staffs a ready, balance sheets and grim totals? I hope you aren’t speaking about those new excel sheet monsters I been hearen been haunting this office workers lately… those are a doozy… they get cha when you ain’t looking… slowly creep up on yah with the swollen ankle and hunched back from sittin around too much. Vicious buggers those excel beasts…” valiant totally lets them swallow the coin, assuming they are doing it for safe keeping, giving the man a smile.
”we seek the magic alright! The magic of profits and fame! And so we should get going… no time like the present to present our selves to the city and the realm for praise and pampering!”*he encourages the others they should all go, with a few eyebrow raises implying, ‘looooooser’ regarding the old dude who eats coins…
Sigurd quits pacing like a locked up animal and sighs as he releases the rage coursing through his veins. H says, "Let's get moving" and starts heading towards their planned destination.
"Ugh... ugh!" — the tall man grunted in pained exasperation, pulled a notebook from a pouch and meticulously jotted down the man's ramblings, actively grumbling under his breath as he did — "... @£#$÷≠ Seers... worthless lunatics... 'xcept... actual prophets... never can godsdamned tell... swear to the gods..."
Closing the book with a loud, irritated snap and storing it back into his pouch, Gabe then approached the coin-eating maniac and motioned that he follow them. "Come on, old timer. We'll drop you off at the City Guard when we reach where we want to go. Better than starving to death out here, yeah?"
Fully expecting the response to be utter gibberish, the Sorcerer began following the Barbarian and would periodically look back to ensure the random individual was still trekking along with the group.
Jolly’s Lamp Emporium is an unassuming, ramshackle shop in the midst of other unassuming, ramshackle shops — including the collapsed warehouse next door. People in nearby shops and apartments peer warily through their shutters as you approach. Next to the warehouse, three members of the Waterdeep City Watch stand guard. No one else is on the street, except a seemingly inebriated halfling who stumbles toward you.
“See ja’s made a new friend huh… well every army needs an infantry…”
“old timer! you wanna head into this building for us? I’m sure there is much to be gained! Perhaps food! Or prophets (profits!)” he moves up and raps on the wood with his nuckles…
”seems the neighbors dont like us…. Yet!” He grins at the others.
Pushoverisn't at all interested by the old man or his disappearance; rather she's fixated on the task at hand, since that's what's been asked of her. She disregards the drunken halfling and instead approaches the city guard, telling them 'Hello, good guardsmen, we have been sent on behalf of Omin Dran of Acquisitions Incorporated to investigate the fissure and determine what has happened to the missing guards. We are also hoping that you may be able to sign some papers confirming that we have done as we have said.' She hopes the guards will simply let the party pass, as that is what was said would happen, but can see some complications arise since this area is becoming increasingly more seedy to Pushover, her metaphorical rose-tinted spectacles slipping down her nose.
“In his stead, we defacto ARE Omin Dran!” He adds over pushovers shoulder, like a hype man in a rap video… he is super proud to see the little one take some strides and command, so seeing her step forward he falls into a following mindset… protect and serve.
*Perhaps they are ruffians as well, and are only strong enough to prey on the elderly?*
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Sigurd arrives behind the others and starts pacing back and forth, giving the two new females the stare down while the rest of the party decides on a course of action.
Perception (passive): 15
Cats go Moo!
"Hmm?" the tiefling looks to your party, "Who are they? A new gang?"
"Don't recognize any of them so probably tourists."
"Ah, makes sense. Anyway can you all leave us alone? Me and my friend here are just escorting our...ward here back home."
"Come on old man."
"The chicken came first!" the old man says as he absent mindedly is led by the dwarf.
"We can hear you two geniuses openly trying to decide which lie to tell us." — the tall man spoke, this time in full ear shot of both his party and the duo as well as the man they were almost certainly kidnapping — "And we're with the City Watch."
A pause, firmly pregnant. "So how about you just let the man go, and go about your merry way, and us 'tourists' won't have to arrest you, or worse? ... provided your apology is genuine enough. I expect you know what I mean there, yes?"
Presuming a decent amount of corruption among police forces here, the large, decently intimidating man openly asked for a bribe on top of everything else, figuring two birds, one stone.
(Deception — Will be using a Luck Point, for advantage: 18
Intimidation, if needed: 5)
Pushover is awkwardly hanging about at the back of the group, aiming not to be seen. She hasn't really met any other tieflings before, but she still isn't exactly looking to make friends with this one, and the same applies with the dwarf. Rather, she'd prefer to stay unnoticed until she's called upon.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
(The deception will be at disadvantage due to none of the party wearing any of the city watch colors. Will be taking the first roll regardless, but you can take back the luck point.)
"Sure, take him. I've been wanting to get rid of him anyway." The tiefling shrugs.
"Hey, I didn't agree!" the dwarf argues.
"Look, your plan was never going to work because it requires to understand him. We let him stay with us for a whole week and we haven't even figured out what's yes or no for him."
"...I mean we figured out when he talks about clams he's saying he's tired."
"That's great. Maybe in another month, we'd find out what he says when he's cold. Face it, the man is a lost cause. Just another crazy on the street." the tiefling turns and begins to walk away. After a moment, the dwarf lets go of the old man and follows. "Have fun, 'officers', we were trying to get him back before he starts pissing on the streets again so you all can deal with it."
Valiant enjoys the display of galavantingly getting in Other people’s business, arms folded with a smug grin.
”good thing they left… otherwise we would have sicked pushover on 'em… give em a few firebolts to run from eh?”
Handing the old man 1 gold coin. “We have saved you poor soul from these vile ingrates… so that you may go have libations in the local tavern…
and remember to tell them …..we …. sent you!” Slapping his shoulder before Looking around the rag tag group still without a name…
”should we come up with a temporary name? How about… “the yet named? Or “the corps of acquiring cool loot?” Nono… Or “the council of special helpers?” He blurts out still a middle school kid might say… “the super awesome gang”… oh I know! The “don’t mess with us’s” before losing the thought as he walks towards the sink hole, daydreaming about official biker gang uniforms.
As Valiant approaches the old man, the old man takes coin and faces him. The man suddenly grabs onto Valiant's shoulders with surprising strength, holding him there. His eyes come into focus and he becomes as sober as a priest of Ilmater at sunup. “Their plans are afoot,” he whispers. “Their staff are ready. Their balance sheets are totaled, and that total is grim. They mean to bring the end of all things! You must seek the magic! Only you can stop them! ONLY YOU! YOU…are who again, sorry?” his eyes daze once more as he looks lost. He lets go of Valiant and looks to the coin in his hand. "Oh, thank you, old egg, for the candy. I was getting hungry after eating only air since Neverwinter's winter." the old man puts the coin in his mouth and swallows.
“plans, staffs a ready, balance sheets and grim totals? I hope you aren’t speaking about those new excel sheet monsters I been hearen been haunting this office workers lately… those are a doozy… they get cha when you ain’t looking… slowly creep up on yah with the swollen ankle and hunched back from sittin around too much. Vicious buggers those excel beasts…” valiant totally lets them swallow the coin, assuming they are doing it for safe keeping, giving the man a smile.
”we seek the magic alright! The magic of profits and fame! And so we should get going… no time like the present to present our selves to the city and the realm for praise and pampering!”*he encourages the others they should all go, with a few eyebrow raises implying, ‘looooooser’ regarding the old dude who eats coins…
Sigurd quits pacing like a locked up animal and sighs as he releases the rage coursing through his veins. H says, "Let's get moving" and starts heading towards their planned destination.
Cats go Moo!
"Ugh... ugh!" — the tall man grunted in pained exasperation, pulled a notebook from a pouch and meticulously jotted down the man's ramblings, actively grumbling under his breath as he did — "... @£#$÷≠ Seers... worthless lunatics... 'xcept... actual prophets... never can godsdamned tell... swear to the gods..."
Closing the book with a loud, irritated snap and storing it back into his pouch, Gabe then approached the coin-eating maniac and motioned that he follow them. "Come on, old timer. We'll drop you off at the City Guard when we reach where we want to go. Better than starving to death out here, yeah?"
Fully expecting the response to be utter gibberish, the Sorcerer began following the Barbarian and would periodically look back to ensure the random individual was still trekking along with the group.
Ja'Dul ushers the man along gently.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
(Will assume the party continue on.)
Jolly’s Lamp Emporium is an unassuming, ramshackle shop in the midst of other unassuming, ramshackle shops — including the collapsed warehouse next door. People in nearby shops and apartments peer warily through their shutters as you approach. Next to the warehouse, three members of the Waterdeep City Watch stand guard. No one else is on the street, except a seemingly inebriated halfling who stumbles toward you.
“See ja’s made a new friend huh… well every army needs an infantry…”
“old timer! you wanna head into this building for us? I’m sure there is much to be gained! Perhaps food! Or prophets (profits!)” he moves up and raps on the wood with his nuckles…
”seems the neighbors dont like us…. Yet!” He grins at the others.
*Oh look, a pickpocket!*
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
(Strange, didn't get notifications for some posts.)
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(Didn't see the posts trying to lead the old man. But this will happen.)
As the party leads the old man out of the alley, in a blink, he is gone.
“Can’t trust old people these days… never there when you need em” valiant shakes his head disappointed like a mother might be.
“We bargin in? Or one of you got other ideas?”
Pushover isn't at all interested by the old man or his disappearance; rather she's fixated on the task at hand, since that's what's been asked of her. She disregards the drunken halfling and instead approaches the city guard, telling them 'Hello, good guardsmen, we have been sent on behalf of Omin Dran of Acquisitions Incorporated to investigate the fissure and determine what has happened to the missing guards. We are also hoping that you may be able to sign some papers confirming that we have done as we have said.' She hopes the guards will simply let the party pass, as that is what was said would happen, but can see some complications arise since this area is becoming increasingly more seedy to Pushover, her metaphorical rose-tinted spectacles slipping down her nose.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
“In his stead, we defacto ARE Omin Dran!” He adds over pushovers shoulder, like a hype man in a rap video… he is super proud to see the little one take some strides and command, so seeing her step forward he falls into a following mindset… protect and serve.