Waterdeep!Greatest city in all the Forgotten Realms!
In these fabled streets, heroes are forged, and adventures begun. Tonight, you gather at the Yawning Portal to hear tales of glory from a troupe of traveling performers.
Crowded tables line the taproom of the Yawning Portal.Clearly, you are not the only one to get wind of Rusty Bighat’s traveling spectacle.To your left, a ruddy faced hafling engages a half-elf in animated conversation in front of a makeshift stage.You cannot tell if the halfling’s ruddy face comes is his natural shade, or a result of his entreating. Elsewhere in the room, patrons of all colors, sizes, and races litter the tavern, some quite literally, others by drinking, singing, or playing games of chance.Directly in front of you is the building’s namesake — a pit 30, no, 40 feet across, smack dab in the middle of the pub, with no rails or warnings, just a rope-and-pulley mechanism towering above it.A second story overlooks the Portal, and two sets of staircases lead above it.As you notice a group of what you presume must be adventurers standing near the Portal, a wiry man with mutton chops finishes drawing ale from a tap.
“Oi! Don’t stand there leavin’ the door open -find a seat, the lot o’ ye!Take the big one in the corner!”He tosses an exasperated glance at a redheaded human hustling from table to table. “Bonnie, when they figure out how to sit down, see what they want.”
This is your big entrance, and your in-character introduction to the world, and, unless some number of you weave intertwining backstories, each other!Describe in detail how you enter — who you are, what you say and do, and how you got here.If you get stuck, some thoughts:
What even led/force you to become an adventurer?
What idea/bond/flaw best represents your character?
What would your character think would be the perfect start to their story?
Going back and forth amongst each others is not only allowed -- it's encouraged.
And there is an out-of-character task, as well.The adventure goal here is for you to help craft YOUR story.So, send me, in a private messages, what elements would be best for your character.
Describe your preferred antagonist.Use examples in D&D or other fiction, if it helps.Does your character seek to oppose a direct villain, one where you know where you stand, but whose power means you do not want to be standing there?Or perhaps a behind-the-scenes type, where you might not even know there is a bad guy, but events are manipulated around you.Or perhaps a supposed friend, who, through intent or circumstances, ends up opposing you?
Somebody to meet in the tavern.Maybe the villain, maybe not.This could be a rival, after the same goals as you, or, since you are all starting out, a friend, patron, or ally.Beginners or not, this person could instead be a victim, in need of assistance from adventurers like yourselves.
Role-play challenge. Pick a character other than you own.What would be a moment of character development between your character and that one, one that your characters might not even expect, but which would be interesting moment to work towards? (You may want to wait on this until after character introductions)
We may even have some votes to settle ties in the OOC thread, but these choices will definitely impact the flow of the story, and make it different from another running of the same adventure, so give them some thought!
Door?(in dwarvish )...(common)The door, aye Darruk briskly stepped inside. He had been distracted lost in thought, so long it seemed since he had been inside consistently. It was taking some getting use to.
10, no 12 years ago he thought. Coming back to the horde from a hunt he saw 2 humans beset by goblins. Soldiers, scouts not ready to fight as good as dead they were. When a goblin thrust a spear at a soldier more boy than man his comrade kept in front taking the blow. Darruk remembered being amazed and confused by the sight. He didn't think just acted, decapitating the goblin with the spear and killing the rest with ease. He helped the boy up and returned him to his unit talking on the way about loyalty and friendship.
At the base Darruk was ready to enlist but the humans wouldn't formally take a dwarf. Off the record they made use of his skills frequently until a new commander was assigned and wanted no part in it. Returning to the horde Darruk found they had moved on, so he traveled helping and fighting where he could . In his own esteem and by any dwarven or barbarian standard he was friendly and outgoing to a fault.
Returning his thoughts to the present he looked at Bonnie, pretty enough he assumed...for a human. Bonnie was it? Lead the way. A chair and an ale will do me good
Axe on his back he walks in taking measure of those around him looking for a friend or a fight, hopefully several of each.
Brynn scratched the dry patch at his neck, dismissing the annoying rash that had only seemed to grow bigger over the last week. He absent-mindedly thought that if it didn't clear up soon, he'd have to find some kind of salve from a local apothecary or healer. With a sigh, he tugged up the elaborate collar of his high-necked jacket and tipped back his glass. "Bonnie?" He waved his hand to get the waitress's attention. "Can I get another one of whatever this was? And ask if they can put a little umbrella in it next time?"
The crowed looked like it was picking up and Brynn scanned through the patrons. Nobody entirely interesting yet, certainly no easy marks. They'd come in later, the adventuring types never could stay away from this shithole. And where adventurers gathered, there was always the opportunity for money. Brynn didn't considered himself one of their number, he was more...adventurer adjacent. Someone who could be counted on to look good, stand with a group, and save his own skin at the first sign of trouble. It wasn't the bravest way to take on the world, but he found it to be an extremely good tactic for staying alive.
Well, maybe he spoke too soon. That Dwarf seemed like he might be someone worth while. "Hello, looking to jump down the hole?"
Hello Darruk said slightly taken aback and trying to determine if he knew the man speaking in what he presumed was his direction. Confident enough that he didn't he approached. I am Darruk and at the moment have thoughts only of a drink. Where is that girl and how does a creature with such long legs move so slowly? If she ever returns well, who knows. And who be you? Darruk found his way to a chair as he finished speaking, why wait for an invitation he thought.
"If you're so troubled, perhaps you should get your own drink," spoke up the dark-haired figure by Brynn's right. He was human, in all the ways that mattered, with a scratch of stubble across his jaw and enough years in the sun had left him a darker shade of tan. He looked Darruk over with a critical eye, before inclining his head.
"Qaidhaynth. But Hayn will do just fine. This one's Brynn."
This would not be where Hayn thought he'd have found himself in a city so large. The City of Splendor had lived up to its reputation, but adventurers were the easiest source of free-flowing information on hand. A good barkeeper was as valuable as a dedicated lyceum, and what Hayn was looking to find probably wouldn't be bound in books. Or so he assumed. He'd never been on quite a pressing time crunch before, and if 'adventuring' brought him closer to his goal, he was all in.
Across a room, a table cleared out, and a heartbeat later, a vision of Hayn was sitting at it, elbow on the table, chin resting on his chin. With an exaggerated shrug, the solid version made his way over, tugging on the back of Brynn's hood to get his attention.
Glory turns in the direction that the barkeep points and sees a Dwarf and a couple of Humans walking to the last available table. Sigh, guess he doesn't mind making some new acquaintances, making new friends is a harder chore once they get to know him. Glory knows he can be a rascal. Since his older elven brothers got into the fight that killed Faybagz, the oldest brother and Glory's childhood idol, he has found that there is a hard edge to his personality that tends to be off putting to people he meets. He is trying to work through his new found meanness, which is what brought him to Waterdeep in the first place. A new beginning and a chance to make a way on his own until he came to grips with his family's past.
Glory walks up to the table and casting thaumaturgy to make his eyes look penetrating and glowingly deep blue (he really can't help himself) he says to the other three, "Seems to be the only free table in the place, I'm Glorbaz and I'm a bit of a jerk, you can call me Glory. I'll try to be civil while we share this table together." He sits down with flare in an empty seat and looks the other three humanoids over one at a time. Interesting group.
Ha, I like your style friend. The name is Darruk. Join us. Darruk looks around realizing it's not really his table but again if being friendly starts a fight that sounds fun, but these guys seem alright.
Saraba walked backwards as he playfully dodged Bonnie's attempts to corral him to the table. Reeking of a mixture of ale, wine, and some other type of alcohol, Saraba was finally backed up to a chair at the table where Glory, Hayn, Darruk, and Brynn were currently sitting. He spoke with a slight slur " But Bonnie dear, this isn't my table, this one is entirely to far from...." Saraba eyes squint and look up as he tries to recall the barkeeps name then opens his arms wide and says "he who keeps the holy libations. How will my mug stay full? Besides this table is nowhere near as comfortable to sleep on as mine." Bonnie tilts her head to the side and gives him a fake smile and says "Sorry Sar, those other gents were there first." Saraba started to plead his case some more but Bonnie took one finger and pushed Saraba chest back to make him sit in the chair, Saraba keept his feet level but bent his back backwards as Bonnie continued to push his chest until his body was in a backwards arch over the chair and the top of his head now resting on the table, looking around with his upside down view, he finally notices the others sitting at the table. "Bonnie I can't sit here, there are already people sitting here" Bonnie quickly removes her finger from Saraba's chest and pokes him in the stomach which causes him to lose his balance and plop down into the seat of the chair. Bonnie says smiling at her small victory, "Yes but they aren't sitting in that chair, now try to be a good lad and behave yourself, perhaps you can try to make some new friends." As Bonnie walks away from the table she whispers to the others "Sorry had no where else to put him."
Saraba turns his chair around and pulls it up to the table, he looks around at the others sitting at the table, he gives a big smile, then throws his arms up in the air and says "FRIENDS! I so look forward to getting to know you all?" His arms then drop to the table as does his head and he appears to now be sleeping.
As they passed, Hayn signalled over his shoulder to alert the barmaid of their chosen table, and took his place on top of his image, making it disperse with a shimmer. Hayn straightened slightly, eyeing the elf with open interest, unable to keep from noting his unusual eyes.
With a quick gesture and casting of minor illusion he winked, and seemed to steal one of Glory's eyes for himself as the iris flared the same blue.
"You set yourself up for expectation, my friend. The price of a seat is a tale." He nodded. "What granted you your name? A mighty exploit or lazy friends? If It's the latter, I'd prefer you lie."
Hayn paused, turning towards Saraba, eyebrows racing for his hairline and amended, "A very, very good tale."
Glory changes his eyes to deep green with more surprise in them. "Someone likes my style! I think I'll write home to Mum. I'm just being honest about being jerk and your breath could clean the tar off a fence post." Glory takes a closer look at the Human in the high necked jacket and says "So your name is Brynn? How many whores did it take before you caught that disease? If you can point the infected ones out to me I'll try to avoid them." He really can't help himself but knows he needs to be careful. Still he just doesn't care anymore and people seem to be asking for it sometimes. He takes the drinks that are starting to arrive and takes a long swig. He starts to wonder what the entertainment will be tonight. The sign says something about a Bard, an Orchestra, and others to be announced. He'll endure it while he can.
Glory was so consumed with creating the scald to Brynn that he wasn't noticing that Hayn was actually responding to his original comments. "Nice eye, where do you get these brilliant ideas? The nick comes from the name but that doesn't mean I haven't lived up to it. I can juggle 5 apples in the air while sneaking behind the guards at the outdoor market. If I get caught, which happened once, I'm good at deflecting attention in order to escape without punishment. I did have to go back and pay when the gendarmes made their way to my living establishment. Apparently I've gained a reputation. I have many stories, some true, some ... well as true as most anything you're likely to hear in places like this."
At that moment, a woman arrives and sets down a foaming mug in front of each person.
"Names' Bonnie, and you all look new to the area. Have one on the house - like Durnan says, for fresh meat, the first hit's free." She resembles the woman Saraba and Darruk had seen earlier, but is not the same person -- perhaps an older sister -- hard to be sure? "Speaking of which, master dwarf" she winks at Darruk, "make sure you are appreciatin' who you think you are -- you talk to the right girl, you'll win a heart , but you talk to the wrong girl around here, you're as like to find yourself short a kidney."
"I see some empty chairs here - we'll deal with them as they come. Now, what can I do for you?"
Brynn gave the elf a slow smile as he settled himself in next to the sleeping Sabra at the table. "Ah, I see. Sorry Glorb, but not everybody has to spend all their coin in brothels just to get some company for the evening. Though I understand why you'd have to, my sympathies on the...you know." He gestured faintly towards Glory's face and with a muttered word, shaped the magic from his fingertips to cast mage hand. The smile grew as the arcane hand knocked over Glory's drink. "Oops?"
He turned the charm on Bonnie, taking his own drink and giving the woman a salute. "We'll keep this rowdy group in line, miss. And regards to Durnan for the generosity."
Already drinking the mug set before him Darruk looks up and pauses just enough to say Just another of these I already ate today, best not overdo it just stay hydrated.
Glory eyed the spilled drink and quickly, but deftly and without noticeable movement, threw his handkerchief over the liquid seeping towards him and righted his mug. His eyes are now a bright red and their expression severe. "Seems everyone here is itching for a confrontation, well I say a lot, I can't seem to help myself, but I don't like confrontations, at least not meaningless ones. What say we kiss and makeup. I mean if you are willing to keep the infected women to yourself; very sporting of you by the way; I'm willing to TRY and hold my tongue." He holds his now empty mug in the air as if waiting to clink a toast. Glory likes to act brash but he knows that someday it might get him into more trouble that he can handle and tonight he tells himself that he will try to relax and let the ale calm him if that is possible, it really is SOOOO hard to hold his tongue.
In through the door sweeps quite the spectacle. At least, he would be a spectacle anywhere else. Here, at the Yawning Portal, not so much. Everyone here is a spectacle in their own right. Valafar gives Bonnie a wicked sharp-toothed smile. The Tiefling, despite his sharp and pointy teeth, is not hard on the eyes at all. He delights in his crimson skin and elegant horns that sweep back from his forehead. His black hair is brushed back with a single thick braid hanging to the side of his face. "Bonnie! Good to see you again, my dear! And with a full house no less. How lovely!"
He strides over to the few remaining empty seats in the place. Fortunately for him, most were already occupied by quite the excitable lot. That's when he notices a magical hand knock over a drink, spilling it all over a dwarf. "Now, gentlemen..."He says as he gives a wave of his hand. The drink instantly cleans itself up and off of the Dwarf. "Why make enemies when we can all be friends, eh?" He flashes another smile and turns to the waitress "I'll take a glass of wine and another drink for my new Dwarf friend here, please." With that, this cloaked Tiefling stuffs himself into a seat in the booth. "The name's Valafar, by the way. Pleasure to meet you all!"
Throughout the conversation, Hayn had been carefully nudging the unconscious figure, vaguely worried that the poor man was going to breathe his last. The longer Saraba remained immobile, the more insistent the nudges became, before a knocked over mug drew his full attention.
"Anything on that tongue of yours would make a leper's asscrack recoil, so do a little more than try. And to think, the apples were almost funny."Hayn droned, before nodding to Bonnie, raising his drink and murmuring his thanks.
He tapped it against Darruk's mug in a lazy sort of toast just as their table was approached. It is hard not to notice the eyes. More curious than judgmental, he added, "I'm afraid the price of a seat remains, friend. A story for a seat. What brings you to this inn? ... And do you know anyone around who could take care of this one? He might have had too much."
Glory watches as the crimson Tiefling magically cleans Glory's spilled ale of the Dwarf. "Where did you learn that trick, I'll keep you around for when I'm sloshed so you can clean the beer off me. Many's the time that would have come in handy." He notices Hayn's attempts to rouse Saraba and says "Yes I think he did have too much, here let me help" and casting thaumaturgy agian, he causes a loud horn sound to go off just behind Saraba's head. A patron walking past jumps from the sound and says "That scared the sh*t out of me." Glory leans his way and sniffs, "Uughh, apparently not all of it, I'll have to remember to scare behind your ears next time as well." He looks back at Saraba and Hayn and tilts his head with a slight grin saying "Just trying to help"
Valafar looks curiously over the party member who is passed out on the table. Once the Elf has his way of trying to scare the poor drunkard awake, he gingerly lifts the head up and gives him a once over. "Hmm no, nothing I can do about being stone cold drunk." He gives a decisive nod and unceremoniously lets the head drop back onto the table with a dull thud. "As for me, well I'm here for the show! Who wouldn't be here for the show? Sure, there might be a bit of business regarding a scroll or something, but hey the show!" Valafar waves his arms with a dramatic flare. "I've always loved a good show, you know? What about yourself?"
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Waterdeep! Greatest city in all the Forgotten Realms!
In these fabled streets, heroes are forged, and adventures begun. Tonight, you gather at the Yawning Portal to hear tales of glory from a troupe of traveling performers.
Crowded tables line the taproom of the Yawning Portal. Clearly, you are not the only one to get wind of Rusty Bighat’s traveling spectacle. To your left, a ruddy faced hafling engages a half-elf in animated conversation in front of a makeshift stage. You cannot tell if the halfling’s ruddy face comes is his natural shade, or a result of his entreating. Elsewhere in the room, patrons of all colors, sizes, and races litter the tavern, some quite literally, others by drinking, singing, or playing games of chance. Directly in front of you is the building’s namesake — a pit 30, no, 40 feet across, smack dab in the middle of the pub, with no rails or warnings, just a rope-and-pulley mechanism towering above it. A second story overlooks the Portal, and two sets of staircases lead above it. As you notice a group of what you presume must be adventurers standing near the Portal, a wiry man with mutton chops finishes drawing ale from a tap.
“Oi! Don’t stand there leavin’ the door open - find a seat, the lot o’ ye! Take the big one in the corner!” He tosses an exasperated glance at a redheaded human hustling from table to table. “Bonnie, when they figure out how to sit down, see what they want.”
This is your big entrance, and your in-character introduction to the world, and, unless some number of you weave intertwining backstories, each other! Describe in detail how you enter — who you are, what you say and do, and how you got here. If you get stuck, some thoughts:
Going back and forth amongst each others is not only allowed -- it's encouraged.
And there is an out-of-character task, as well. The adventure goal here is for you to help craft YOUR story. So, send me, in a private messages, what elements would be best for your character.
We may even have some votes to settle ties in the OOC thread, but these choices will definitely impact the flow of the story, and make it different from another running of the same adventure, so give them some thought!
Door?(in dwarvish )...(common)The door, aye Darruk briskly stepped inside. He had been distracted lost in thought, so long it seemed since he had been inside consistently. It was taking some getting use to.
10, no 12 years ago he thought. Coming back to the horde from a hunt he saw 2 humans beset by goblins. Soldiers, scouts not ready to fight as good as dead they were. When a goblin thrust a spear at a soldier more boy than man his comrade kept in front taking the blow. Darruk remembered being amazed and confused by the sight. He didn't think just acted, decapitating the goblin with the spear and killing the rest with ease. He helped the boy up and returned him to his unit talking on the way about loyalty and friendship.
At the base Darruk was ready to enlist but the humans wouldn't formally take a dwarf. Off the record they made use of his skills frequently until a new commander was assigned and wanted no part in it. Returning to the horde Darruk found they had moved on, so he traveled helping and fighting where he could . In his own esteem and by any dwarven or barbarian standard he was friendly and outgoing to a fault.
Returning his thoughts to the present he looked at Bonnie, pretty enough he assumed...for a human. Bonnie was it? Lead the way. A chair and an ale will do me good
Axe on his back he walks in taking measure of those around him looking for a friend or a fight, hopefully several of each.
Brynn scratched the dry patch at his neck, dismissing the annoying rash that had only seemed to grow bigger over the last week. He absent-mindedly thought that if it didn't clear up soon, he'd have to find some kind of salve from a local apothecary or healer. With a sigh, he tugged up the elaborate collar of his high-necked jacket and tipped back his glass. "Bonnie?" He waved his hand to get the waitress's attention. "Can I get another one of whatever this was? And ask if they can put a little umbrella in it next time?"
The crowed looked like it was picking up and Brynn scanned through the patrons. Nobody entirely interesting yet, certainly no easy marks. They'd come in later, the adventuring types never could stay away from this shithole. And where adventurers gathered, there was always the opportunity for money. Brynn didn't considered himself one of their number, he was more...adventurer adjacent. Someone who could be counted on to look good, stand with a group, and save his own skin at the first sign of trouble. It wasn't the bravest way to take on the world, but he found it to be an extremely good tactic for staying alive.
Well, maybe he spoke too soon. That Dwarf seemed like he might be someone worth while. "Hello, looking to jump down the hole?"
Hello Darruk said slightly taken aback and trying to determine if he knew the man speaking in what he presumed was his direction. Confident enough that he didn't he approached. I am Darruk and at the moment have thoughts only of a drink. Where is that girl and how does a creature with such long legs move so slowly? If she ever returns well, who knows. And who be you? Darruk found his way to a chair as he finished speaking, why wait for an invitation he thought.
"If you're so troubled, perhaps you should get your own drink," spoke up the dark-haired figure by Brynn's right. He was human, in all the ways that mattered, with a scratch of stubble across his jaw and enough years in the sun had left him a darker shade of tan. He looked Darruk over with a critical eye, before inclining his head.
"Qaidhaynth. But Hayn will do just fine. This one's Brynn."
This would not be where Hayn thought he'd have found himself in a city so large. The City of Splendor had lived up to its reputation, but adventurers were the easiest source of free-flowing information on hand. A good barkeeper was as valuable as a dedicated lyceum, and what Hayn was looking to find probably wouldn't be bound in books. Or so he assumed. He'd never been on quite a pressing time crunch before, and if 'adventuring' brought him closer to his goal, he was all in.
Across a room, a table cleared out, and a heartbeat later, a vision of Hayn was sitting at it, elbow on the table, chin resting on his chin. With an exaggerated shrug, the solid version made his way over, tugging on the back of Brynn's hood to get his attention.
Glory turns in the direction that the barkeep points and sees a Dwarf and a couple of Humans walking to the last available table. Sigh, guess he doesn't mind making some new acquaintances, making new friends is a harder chore once they get to know him. Glory knows he can be a rascal. Since his older elven brothers got into the fight that killed Faybagz, the oldest brother and Glory's childhood idol, he has found that there is a hard edge to his personality that tends to be off putting to people he meets. He is trying to work through his new found meanness, which is what brought him to Waterdeep in the first place. A new beginning and a chance to make a way on his own until he came to grips with his family's past.
Glory walks up to the table and casting thaumaturgy to make his eyes look penetrating and glowingly deep blue (he really can't help himself) he says to the other three, "Seems to be the only free table in the place, I'm Glorbaz and I'm a bit of a jerk, you can call me Glory. I'll try to be civil while we share this table together." He sits down with flare in an empty seat and looks the other three humanoids over one at a time. Interesting group.
Lot's of stuff ...
Ha, I like your style friend. The name is Darruk. Join us. Darruk looks around realizing it's not really his table but again if being friendly starts a fight that sounds fun, but these guys seem alright.
Saraba walked backwards as he playfully dodged Bonnie's attempts to corral him to the table. Reeking of a mixture of ale, wine, and some other type of alcohol, Saraba was finally backed up to a chair at the table where Glory, Hayn, Darruk, and Brynn were currently sitting. He spoke with a slight slur " But Bonnie dear, this isn't my table, this one is entirely to far from...." Saraba eyes squint and look up as he tries to recall the barkeeps name then opens his arms wide and says "he who keeps the holy libations. How will my mug stay full? Besides this table is nowhere near as comfortable to sleep on as mine." Bonnie tilts her head to the side and gives him a fake smile and says "Sorry Sar, those other gents were there first." Saraba started to plead his case some more but Bonnie took one finger and pushed Saraba chest back to make him sit in the chair, Saraba keept his feet level but bent his back backwards as Bonnie continued to push his chest until his body was in a backwards arch over the chair and the top of his head now resting on the table, looking around with his upside down view, he finally notices the others sitting at the table. "Bonnie I can't sit here, there are already people sitting here" Bonnie quickly removes her finger from Saraba's chest and pokes him in the stomach which causes him to lose his balance and plop down into the seat of the chair. Bonnie says smiling at her small victory, "Yes but they aren't sitting in that chair, now try to be a good lad and behave yourself, perhaps you can try to make some new friends." As Bonnie walks away from the table she whispers to the others "Sorry had no where else to put him."
Saraba turns his chair around and pulls it up to the table, he looks around at the others sitting at the table, he gives a big smile, then throws his arms up in the air and says "FRIENDS! I so look forward to getting to know you all?" His arms then drop to the table as does his head and he appears to now be sleeping.
As they passed, Hayn signalled over his shoulder to alert the barmaid of their chosen table, and took his place on top of his image, making it disperse with a shimmer. Hayn straightened slightly, eyeing the elf with open interest, unable to keep from noting his unusual eyes.
With a quick gesture and casting of minor illusion he winked, and seemed to steal one of Glory's eyes for himself as the iris flared the same blue.
"You set yourself up for expectation, my friend. The price of a seat is a tale." He nodded. "What granted you your name? A mighty exploit or lazy friends? If It's the latter, I'd prefer you lie."
Hayn paused, turning towards Saraba, eyebrows racing for his hairline and amended, "A very, very good tale."
Glory changes his eyes to deep green with more surprise in them. "Someone likes my style! I think I'll write home to Mum. I'm just being honest about being jerk and your breath could clean the tar off a fence post." Glory takes a closer look at the Human in the high necked jacket and says "So your name is Brynn? How many whores did it take before you caught that disease? If you can point the infected ones out to me I'll try to avoid them." He really can't help himself but knows he needs to be careful. Still he just doesn't care anymore and people seem to be asking for it sometimes. He takes the drinks that are starting to arrive and takes a long swig. He starts to wonder what the entertainment will be tonight. The sign says something about a Bard, an Orchestra, and others to be announced. He'll endure it while he can.
Lot's of stuff ...
Glory was so consumed with creating the scald to Brynn that he wasn't noticing that Hayn was actually responding to his original comments. "Nice eye, where do you get these brilliant ideas? The nick comes from the name but that doesn't mean I haven't lived up to it. I can juggle 5 apples in the air while sneaking behind the guards at the outdoor market. If I get caught, which happened once, I'm good at deflecting attention in order to escape without punishment. I did have to go back and pay when the gendarmes made their way to my living establishment. Apparently I've gained a reputation. I have many stories, some true, some ... well as true as most anything you're likely to hear in places like this."
Lot's of stuff ...
At that moment, a woman arrives and sets down a foaming mug in front of each person.
"Names' Bonnie, and you all look new to the area. Have one on the house - like Durnan says, for fresh meat, the first hit's free." She resembles the woman Saraba and Darruk had seen earlier, but is not the same person -- perhaps an older sister -- hard to be sure? "Speaking of which, master dwarf" she winks at Darruk, "make sure you are appreciatin' who you think you are -- you talk to the right girl, you'll win a heart , but you talk to the wrong girl around here, you're as like to find yourself short a kidney."
"I see some empty chairs here - we'll deal with them as they come. Now, what can I do for you?"
Brynn gave the elf a slow smile as he settled himself in next to the sleeping Sabra at the table. "Ah, I see. Sorry Glorb, but not everybody has to spend all their coin in brothels just to get some company for the evening. Though I understand why you'd have to, my sympathies on the...you know." He gestured faintly towards Glory's face and with a muttered word, shaped the magic from his fingertips to cast mage hand. The smile grew as the arcane hand knocked over Glory's drink. "Oops?"
He turned the charm on Bonnie, taking his own drink and giving the woman a salute. "We'll keep this rowdy group in line, miss. And regards to Durnan for the generosity."
Already drinking the mug set before him Darruk looks up and pauses just enough to say Just another of these I already ate today, best not overdo it just stay hydrated.
Glory eyed the spilled drink and quickly, but deftly and without noticeable movement, threw his handkerchief over the liquid seeping towards him and righted his mug. His eyes are now a bright red and their expression severe. "Seems everyone here is itching for a confrontation, well I say a lot, I can't seem to help myself, but I don't like confrontations, at least not meaningless ones. What say we kiss and makeup. I mean if you are willing to keep the infected women to yourself; very sporting of you by the way; I'm willing to TRY and hold my tongue." He holds his now empty mug in the air as if waiting to clink a toast. Glory likes to act brash but he knows that someday it might get him into more trouble that he can handle and tonight he tells himself that he will try to relax and let the ale calm him if that is possible, it really is SOOOO hard to hold his tongue.
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In through the door sweeps quite the spectacle. At least, he would be a spectacle anywhere else. Here, at the Yawning Portal, not so much. Everyone here is a spectacle in their own right. Valafar gives Bonnie a wicked sharp-toothed smile. The Tiefling, despite his sharp and pointy teeth, is not hard on the eyes at all. He delights in his crimson skin and elegant horns that sweep back from his forehead. His black hair is brushed back with a single thick braid hanging to the side of his face. "Bonnie! Good to see you again, my dear! And with a full house no less. How lovely!"
He strides over to the few remaining empty seats in the place. Fortunately for him, most were already occupied by quite the excitable lot. That's when he notices a magical hand knock over a drink, spilling it all over a dwarf. "Now, gentlemen..." He says as he gives a wave of his hand. The drink instantly cleans itself up and off of the Dwarf. "Why make enemies when we can all be friends, eh?" He flashes another smile and turns to the waitress "I'll take a glass of wine and another drink for my new Dwarf friend here, please." With that, this cloaked Tiefling stuffs himself into a seat in the booth. "The name's Valafar, by the way. Pleasure to meet you all!"
Throughout the conversation, Hayn had been carefully nudging the unconscious figure, vaguely worried that the poor man was going to breathe his last. The longer Saraba remained immobile, the more insistent the nudges became, before a knocked over mug drew his full attention.
"Anything on that tongue of yours would make a leper's asscrack recoil, so do a little more than try. And to think, the apples were almost funny." Hayn droned, before nodding to Bonnie, raising his drink and murmuring his thanks.
He tapped it against Darruk's mug in a lazy sort of toast just as their table was approached. It is hard not to notice the eyes. More curious than judgmental, he added, "I'm afraid the price of a seat remains, friend. A story for a seat. What brings you to this inn? ... And do you know anyone around who could take care of this one? He might have had too much."
He gestured vaguely to Saraba.
Glory watches as the crimson Tiefling magically cleans Glory's spilled ale of the Dwarf. "Where did you learn that trick, I'll keep you around for when I'm sloshed so you can clean the beer off me. Many's the time that would have come in handy." He notices Hayn's attempts to rouse Saraba and says "Yes I think he did have too much, here let me help" and casting thaumaturgy agian, he causes a loud horn sound to go off just behind Saraba's head. A patron walking past jumps from the sound and says "That scared the sh*t out of me." Glory leans his way and sniffs, "Uughh, apparently not all of it, I'll have to remember to scare behind your ears next time as well." He looks back at Saraba and Hayn and tilts his head with a slight grin saying "Just trying to help"
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Darruk sits comfortably enjoying watching his tablemates interact.
Valafar looks curiously over the party member who is passed out on the table. Once the Elf has his way of trying to scare the poor drunkard awake, he gingerly lifts the head up and gives him a once over. "Hmm no, nothing I can do about being stone cold drunk." He gives a decisive nod and unceremoniously lets the head drop back onto the table with a dull thud. "As for me, well I'm here for the show! Who wouldn't be here for the show? Sure, there might be a bit of business regarding a scroll or something, but hey the show!" Valafar waves his arms with a dramatic flare. "I've always loved a good show, you know? What about yourself?"