Among the vigilantes (since you are both searching) is 15 gold total, and a piece of paper with drawings of the party's faces on it.
'FIND THEM'
Lydia pockets three of the gold pieces- she would have taken more than that, but let's assume the others got to it first. "Hmm... they didn't get my face right at all." She mutters while looking at the paper, chuckling to herself before returning to putting out more fires.
“I think they got it perfectly.” He chuckles, putting two pieces of gold back after seeing them only take three, helping alongside them, “They got the look of greed in your eyes just right.”
She cackles a bit at that, grinning to herself as she finds the two gold he put back. "They did, didn't they? They captured your smug-as-hell grin pretty well too."
“Ah screw you too.” He says with that grin on his face as he stomps out some of the flames, “I’m keeping this crossbow, I like it, good for keeping range and I like the way it destroyed the bar.”
*I had an idea- Lydia has the Repeating Shot infusion available. When we next take a long rest, maybe she can put the infusion on the Organ Doner to make it even more lethal in his hands. She probably won't use her own crossbow that much anyways.*
"I can see why you like it- it's a vicious piece of work, ain't it?" She responds, looking at the weapon in question for a second. "When we have the time, I'd like to take a closer look at it, if you don't mind. I'm curious as to how it's inner mechanisms look- don't worry, I won't break it."
*Oh Pimento would be over the moon if they did, no reload allows him to just put shot after shot into people, if we do that, I would definitely be up for it.*
“You better not break it or it’s coming out of your cash.” He says, knowing that’ll make it a guaranteed that the weapon will only come out better than when she takes it “But for now we’ve got more things to focus on, this was the only good bar in town, and it’ll be weeks until this is all fixed up.”
"Yeah, especially with the damage ol' Bolt-Slinger McGee did to the furniture." She agrees, pointing back at the corpse of the paladin pinned to the wall. "Besides, once this place is fixed up, I don't imagine we'd get a warm welcome when we next come back." She walks over to the deceased knight and searches through their corpse for anything worth taking.
30 gold and a desecrated idol of a two-headed monstrosity.
The bartender sees the idol and stares at it for a second longer than normal before getting back to sweeping.
"Yeah, especially with the damage ol' Bolt-Slinger McGee did to the furniture." She agrees, pointing back at the corpse of the paladin pinned to the wall. "Besides, once this place is fixed up, I don't imagine we'd get a warm welcome when we next come back." She walks over to the deceased knight and searches through their corpse for anything worth taking.
30 gold and a desecrated idol of a two-headed monstrosity.
The bartender sees the idol and stares at it for a second longer than normal before getting back to sweeping.
She pockets half the gold, taking the other half and setting it down on one of the bar tables for the rest of the party, clutching the idol in one gloved hand as she studies it curiously. (Can Lydia make a check of some kind to see if she recognizes it?)
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Yeah, especially with the damage ol' Bolt-Slinger McGee did to the furniture." She agrees, pointing back at the corpse of the paladin pinned to the wall. "Besides, once this place is fixed up, I don't imagine we'd get a warm welcome when we next come back." She walks over to the deceased knight and searches through their corpse for anything worth taking.
30 gold and a desecrated idol of a two-headed monstrosity.
The bartender sees the idol and stares at it for a second longer than normal before getting back to sweeping.
She pockets half the gold, taking the other half and setting it down on one of the bar tables for the rest of the party, clutching the idol in one gloved hand as she studies it curiously. (Can Lydia make a check of some kind to see if she recognizes it?)
"Yeah, especially with the damage ol' Bolt-Slinger McGee did to the furniture." She agrees, pointing back at the corpse of the paladin pinned to the wall. "Besides, once this place is fixed up, I don't imagine we'd get a warm welcome when we next come back." She walks over to the deceased knight and searches through their corpse for anything worth taking.
30 gold and a desecrated idol of a two-headed monstrosity.
The bartender sees the idol and stares at it for a second longer than normal before getting back to sweeping.
She pockets half the gold, taking the other half and setting it down on one of the bar tables for the rest of the party, clutching the idol in one gloved hand as she studies it curiously. (Can Lydia make a check of some kind to see if she recognizes it?)
*Religion, Arcana, or History, please.*
*Let's go with... Arcana! 16*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Yeah, especially with the damage ol' Bolt-Slinger McGee did to the furniture." She agrees, pointing back at the corpse of the paladin pinned to the wall. "Besides, once this place is fixed up, I don't imagine we'd get a warm welcome when we next come back." She walks over to the deceased knight and searches through their corpse for anything worth taking.
30 gold and a desecrated idol of a two-headed monstrosity.
The bartender sees the idol and stares at it for a second longer than normal before getting back to sweeping.
She pockets half the gold, taking the other half and setting it down on one of the bar tables for the rest of the party, clutching the idol in one gloved hand as she studies it curiously. (Can Lydia make a check of some kind to see if she recognizes it?)
*Religion, Arcana, or History, please.*
*Let's go with... Arcana! 16*
This is an idol of the Tasting Beast, basically the Gourmet Devil. No one knows much about it, but it lost a battle against the Lord of Flavor City, Guillaume Fierre.
"Yeah, especially with the damage ol' Bolt-Slinger McGee did to the furniture." She agrees, pointing back at the corpse of the paladin pinned to the wall. "Besides, once this place is fixed up, I don't imagine we'd get a warm welcome when we next come back." She walks over to the deceased knight and searches through their corpse for anything worth taking.
30 gold and a desecrated idol of a two-headed monstrosity.
The bartender sees the idol and stares at it for a second longer than normal before getting back to sweeping.
She pockets half the gold, taking the other half and setting it down on one of the bar tables for the rest of the party, clutching the idol in one gloved hand as she studies it curiously. (Can Lydia make a check of some kind to see if she recognizes it?)
*Religion, Arcana, or History, please.*
*Let's go with... Arcana! 16*
This is an idol of the Tasting Beast, basically the Gourmet Devil. No one knows much about it, but it lost a battle against the Lord of Flavor City, Guillaume Fierre.
She doesn't recall much else.
She keeps the idol, placing it in a pocket in one of her many coats- some part of her doesn't quite feel like throwing it away.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The hulking, wooden bear stamps out some of the flames with his massive paws. Then he shrinks in size but not in woodeness, returning to his original form but still with his coating of bark. "Barbecue," He mutters, "Barbecue," he says it again. He notices the paper with his face on it among the others and lets out a low growl, "What's my ugly mug doing on that thing?"
*Anything less vague than "literally anything" I will gladly accept*
*Well, this incident would give Troll a pretty good reason to strike back at the Paladins. Is there a certain site or vulnerability where they could be hurt? Maybe now he thinks its time for the a certain imprisoned demon to be released.*
*Anything less vague than "literally anything" I will gladly accept*
*Well, this incident would give Troll a pretty good reason to strike back at the Paladins. Is there a certain site or vulnerability where they could be hurt? Maybe now he thinks its time for the a certain imprisoned demon to be released.*
*There is a local precinct, but that's pretty well-protected. However, you might not be the only ones there...*
*Anything less vague than "literally anything" I will gladly accept*
*I'd like to do more investigation and planning- after the incident, we have a good reason to strike back at the Paladins as Dark suggested, though I think we need a bit of time to gather information and prepare for how exactly we decide to retaliate.*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Anything less vague than "literally anything" I will gladly accept*
*I'd like to do more investigation and planning- after the incident, we have a good reason to strike back at the Paladins as Dark suggested, though I think we need a bit of time to gather information and prepare for how exactly we decide to retaliate.*
*Ask me anything you want, and I shall provide any answers you need. Locations, for example.*
*I have an aunt visiting from halfway across the country so I'll be on and off. I also just sat through a fascinating and heavy talk with a palliative care doctor talking about when the dying should be allowed to die.*
Troll approaches the others, body covered in a thick layer of charred wood. "Can anyone explain to me why those fools were here and why our faces are on their pages?"
*I have an aunt visiting from halfway across the country so I'll be on and off. I also just sat through a fascinating and heavy talk with a palliative care doctor talking about when the dying should be allowed to die.*
Troll approaches the others, body covered in a thick layer of charred wood. "Can anyone explain to me why those fools were here and why our faces are on their pages?"
*I hope those two things aren't related*
The bartender looks up from sweeping. "I thought I knew the answer to the first one. The paper is making me question that, though."
*I have an aunt visiting from halfway across the country so I'll be on and off. I also just sat through a fascinating and heavy talk with a palliative care doctor talking about when the dying should be allowed to die.*
Troll approaches the others, body covered in a thick layer of charred wood. "Can anyone explain to me why those fools were here and why our faces are on their pages?"
*I hope those two things aren't related*
The bartender looks up from sweeping. "I thought I knew the answer to the first one. The paper is making me question that, though."
*Oh thank goodness no, they aren't connected at all. I see how that looked terrible.*
He turns and stares at the bartender, "That's right. Why exactly were they coming after you?"
30 gold and a desecrated idol of a two-headed monstrosity.
The bartender sees the idol and stares at it for a second longer than normal before getting back to sweeping.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
She pockets half the gold, taking the other half and setting it down on one of the bar tables for the rest of the party, clutching the idol in one gloved hand as she studies it curiously. (Can Lydia make a check of some kind to see if she recognizes it?)
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Religion, Arcana, or History, please.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Let's go with... Arcana! 16*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
This is an idol of the Tasting Beast, basically the Gourmet Devil. No one knows much about it, but it lost a battle against the Lord of Flavor City, Guillaume Fierre.
She doesn't recall much else.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
She keeps the idol, placing it in a pocket in one of her many coats- some part of her doesn't quite feel like throwing it away.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The hulking, wooden bear stamps out some of the flames with his massive paws. Then he shrinks in size but not in woodeness, returning to his original form but still with his coating of bark. "Barbecue," He mutters, "Barbecue," he says it again. He notices the paper with his face on it among the others and lets out a low growl, "What's my ugly mug doing on that thing?"
*So, my dudes, what do you wanna do next?*
*Anything less vague than "literally anything" I will gladly accept*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Well, this incident would give Troll a pretty good reason to strike back at the Paladins. Is there a certain site or vulnerability where they could be hurt? Maybe now he thinks its time for the a certain imprisoned demon to be released.*
*There is a local precinct, but that's pretty well-protected. However, you might not be the only ones there...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*I'd like to do more investigation and planning- after the incident, we have a good reason to strike back at the Paladins as Dark suggested, though I think we need a bit of time to gather information and prepare for how exactly we decide to retaliate.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Ask me anything you want, and I shall provide any answers you need. Locations, for example.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Vibes for the guard precinct:*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*very fun vibes!*
*I have an aunt visiting from halfway across the country so I'll be on and off. I also just sat through a fascinating and heavy talk with a palliative care doctor talking about when the dying should be allowed to die.*
Troll approaches the others, body covered in a thick layer of charred wood. "Can anyone explain to me why those fools were here and why our faces are on their pages?"
*I hope those two things aren't related*
The bartender looks up from sweeping. "I thought I knew the answer to the first one. The paper is making me question that, though."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Oh thank goodness no, they aren't connected at all. I see how that looked terrible.*
He turns and stares at the bartender, "That's right. Why exactly were they coming after you?"
"Political and religious views they didn't like." They answer nonchalantly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Y'all don't have to post today or tomorrow, due to various thingies that have been coming up, but come Monday we'll be back at it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
He narrows his eyes, “What exactly are these beliefs? We stuck our neck out for you so I think we’re entitled to an explanation.”