Brynn gave Glory a wink. "What makes you think I have a thing for the ladies?"
His interest pricked up immediately at the word scroll. While his experience with anything arcane was limited, Brynn knew certain scrolls could carry a great deal of magic. And that meant a great deal of coin. He'd never turn down an opportunity to earn a few dragons, maybe more if he could play his cards right. "What's this about a scroll?"
Valafar bursts out with laughter at Darruk's remark "Good one, my friend! No doubt they do indeed! Pfft...cobs! Hilarious!". The Tiefling wipes a tear from his eye and catches his breath "Mmm yes a scroll. Just a small business matter. Nothing to worry yourself over, my friend. " That's when a thought dawns on him "Oh, you must be the one with the magic hand! A lovely bit of trickery there um...uh...Hmm what was your name again?"
chuckling Aye, I amused myself honestly. And the elf is Brine,er Brain, Brynn. Yes Brynn sorry over the years I've mostly wandered and fought alone more than I care for so I'm not good with names. Still nice to see friendly faces. Come have some drink with us. The night is young and I'm in a fine mood.
"We are confused now aren't we. Someone has not been paying attention. The elf, that would be ME, is Glorbagz Balfin, they call me Glory, actually I've been called many things but Glory seems to stick most of the time. I tend to rub people the wrong way, not sure why. I probably talk to much. Brynn is the infected one over there, and that sorry excuse for a human is Hayn. I believe the Tiefling hasn't given his name, but for some reason he thinks you are funny, strange sense of humor that. And I take from your introduction earlier that you are Darruk the Dwarf, I suppose your mother thought alliteration would you remember your name at least. I'm glad you are in a fine mood, please don't let me spoil it for you. Oh and the sleeping human didn't have the decency to share his name before slipping into some kind of bliss. Hummm, he isn't dead is he? Well, in any case Darruk, that is your lesson for the day. Any questions?"
Still chuckling, though not as much Well, I did admit to being poor with names and I have been drinking . Still give me time I'll sort it.
As he is speaking Darruk sees an abnormally large rat run across a beam overhead. Casually putting his mug down oh so briefly just to pick it up with his left he fires a crossbow from the hip killing it. As it falls to the table he pulls the bolt and calls the waitress.
Bonnie! I know we're not in a palace but a bloody bloody rat just fell on our table. No harm done and no other patrons need know but my friends and I will need several more rounds...on the house of course
Mumbling with his head still on the table. "Scrolls! Cobs are to itchy."
Kebron lifts his head up, rubs the side from where it was dropped to the table earlier. "Sorry I was meditating again." HE looks around. "Did I miss the show?"
Saraba looks around. "Place looks to clean, so I'm guessing we dinna miss it." Saraba places his elbows on the table and then rests his head into the palms of his hands, he then looks at everyone at the table one by one, makes eye contact with everyone and smiles at each as he does. "Such a nice gathering of folks at this table. This should be a pleasant eve..." Saraba looks down and notices the table directly in front of him empty. "GOOD GODS! WHO STOLE MY DRINK?!"
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Hayn would like to do an insight check on Valafar to see if the scroll really is as trivial as he makes it sound? {Insight: 21}
"Valafar, please, have a seat. Preferably one the Elf is on, but I'm not bothered." Hayn nodded towards Bright. "We were wandering through, and wanted to find out what all the commotion was about. It should be- ah ****wit!"
He tensed, hands balling into fists as Darruk's arrow embedded itself in the table. Then he let out a barking laugh. To Saraba, he said, "Someone did you a favor by finishing it, but if Darruk has his way, we'll be drowning in ale by the end of this."
But the next time Glory opened his mouth to speak, the bleating of an angry goat rose up, drowning out the sound, as Hayn prepared minor illusion for the inevitable.
Saraba looked at Hayn, considering what he said. He smiled " Very true friend they did do me a favor! Now I can get a new drink." Looking at Valafar "So, Darruk where are those drinks?"
Well I've been on already about the speed around here. Darruk didn't yell but still spoke loud enough to be heard over the murmur of patrons. As he spoke he pulled his axe from his back and slowly twisted it between his hands like s spindle to start a fire before slowly putting away.
Brynn raised an eyebrow in extreme judgement, but just shook his head and took a sip of his drink. Elves and dwarves misbehaving, what else was new? They never could master even some good old fashioned manners. You'd never get anywhere without a little charm. "So what brings a group of, ah, adventurers like you to town? Are you all going to try your hand at jumping down the hole or have you found a safer job?"
Safe is a 4 letter word and that's not just a spelling fact. Truth is I came looking for adventure sometimes jobs lead there, sometimes they just supply the next few drinks. I don't know anything about this hole. What can you tell me?
@Hayn/Valafar - While I like the interaction you two are starting, technically speaking, in AL it is frowned upon for the DM to adjudicate player vs player rolls. If you want to contact me privately to discuss backgrounds of these interactions, I can help steer the roleplay in a direction you both want to continue.
A rag lads in front of Brynn with a splat. "Don't think I didn't see that, mister cleverman" Bonnie offers with a disarming smile. "You know enough tricks to spill, you know enough tricks to mop it up." Bonnie returns to the table with the requested drinks, and a small selection of breads and roasted meats. "Now, is this good, or is meat not good enough for some of you?" She pauses for a moment. "Not that there's anything wrong with that."
Everybody at the table, give yourself 5 temporary hit points. As written, the adventure grants this for people who drink that first round of special brew, but I am not about to penalize people who for roleplaying reasons refuse a mug, or who have their mugs spilled by a cantrip. Teetotalers can assume that goodness was baked into the bread.
"MISTER Bighat!"
a voice rings out as the group of adventurers start to move towards the block-and-pulley mechanism.
"Och, here we go," says Bonnie as she clears the empty mugs.
You see the flushed halfling at the stage turn with a start. Behind him is an easel with a sign on it, with a table of dates and currencies.
"These beings are risking their lives in the Undermountain!", Durnan says, sharply. "I will not have ye placing bets on when - or if - they return! Not here!"
The halfling recovers, and turns to the barkeep, smiling broadly while doffling an impressively large bowler hat.
"I would not dream of sullying your establishment, my good man!," he says while reaching into his hat. From the depths of this headpiece he pulls a scroll, which he unrolls to a comically long length - it hits the floor and keeps on going. "And indeed, I have not. Our contract clearly states that, should any activities take attention from our cavalcade of delights, I have every right to incorporate it into our performance, taking any action or control I deem necessary." He drops to his knees and starts rolling it up. It might take a while. "And so, the show must go on! Rest assured, my good man, we will treat your halls, your guests, and these brave souls with the utmost in respect and dignity." He looks up while trying to gather his scroll. "Last call -- place your bets! Five could win you ten should they get out alive!"
You can see the back of Bonnie's shoulders shaking as she approaches Durnan's bar. He sees her, and chuckles ruefully himself. "Ah, just leave me out of it."
The roleplay to date has been great - thank you. Only a few have submitted preferences, and some of those have opined that they will think of roleplay challenges as they get to know each other's characters more through these interactions. Take your time - as long as you all are having fun, so am I.
"I assume ...." As Glory continues to speak the only sound the can be heard is the bleating of an angry goat. He continues to talk with animation using his hands as if he has something very important to say. Eventually the goat goes silent and you hear Glory say " ... and the Great Wizard told me that this secret, which as you can see, will save the world; must only be shared once on pain of death. Did you catch that? .... NO ... Damn goat. Oh well, I'm sure you will find your own ways to save the world." He leans back and starts sipping on his new beer.
He quickly finds himself disturbed by what is happening and tries to understand why this halfling, Mr. Bighat? has such pull in this establishment. Durnam and Bonnie don't seem pleased. Also what is the meaning of lives being risked in the undermountain. He wants to learn more. "Gentlemen, in all seriousness, I feel a sudden urge to bloody the nose of the halfling with the big hat. What do the rest of you know of this situation?" His serious demeanor, at odds with his devil may care acerbity from before, catches most of them off guard. He stands up and calls to Durnam in order to get his attention .. "Durnam, what is this about the undermountain and is this halfling insulting you and Bonnie here?"
Hayn turned to Brynn, quirking a brow and asked, "Since when have you cared for safe?"
It didn't sound like criticism.
But he turned towards Glory, expression shifting towards contemplation before shooting a glance at the halfling. He turned towards Durnam, listening intently.
"Since I decided I didn't really care much for dying? Adventure is only worth it if you're alive to get your reward at the end." Brynn murmured to Hayn, eyes locked on the strange performing halfling.
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I think this establishment uses cobs not scrolls. Darruk never met someone so fancy they wipe their arse with a scroll.
Brynn gave Glory a wink. "What makes you think I have a thing for the ladies?"
His interest pricked up immediately at the word scroll. While his experience with anything arcane was limited, Brynn knew certain scrolls could carry a great deal of magic. And that meant a great deal of coin. He'd never turn down an opportunity to earn a few dragons, maybe more if he could play his cards right. "What's this about a scroll?"
Valafar bursts out with laughter at Darruk's remark "Good one, my friend! No doubt they do indeed! Pfft...cobs! Hilarious!". The Tiefling wipes a tear from his eye and catches his breath "Mmm yes a scroll. Just a small business matter. Nothing to worry yourself over, my friend. " That's when a thought dawns on him "Oh, you must be the one with the magic hand! A lovely bit of trickery there um...uh...Hmm what was your name again?"
chuckling Aye, I amused myself honestly. And the elf is Brine,er Brain, Brynn. Yes Brynn sorry over the years I've mostly wandered and fought alone more than I care for so I'm not good with names. Still nice to see friendly faces. Come have some drink with us. The night is young and I'm in a fine mood.
"We are confused now aren't we. Someone has not been paying attention. The elf, that would be ME, is Glorbagz Balfin, they call me Glory, actually I've been called many things but Glory seems to stick most of the time. I tend to rub people the wrong way, not sure why. I probably talk to much. Brynn is the infected one over there, and that sorry excuse for a human is Hayn. I believe the Tiefling hasn't given his name, but for some reason he thinks you are funny, strange sense of humor that. And I take from your introduction earlier that you are Darruk the Dwarf, I suppose your mother thought alliteration would you remember your name at least. I'm glad you are in a fine mood, please don't let me spoil it for you. Oh and the sleeping human didn't have the decency to share his name before slipping into some kind of bliss. Hummm, he isn't dead is he? Well, in any case Darruk, that is your lesson for the day. Any questions?"
Lot's of stuff ...
Still chuckling, though not as much Well, I did admit to being poor with names and I have been drinking . Still give me time I'll sort it.
As he is speaking Darruk sees an abnormally large rat run across a beam overhead. Casually putting his mug down oh so briefly just to pick it up with his left he fires a crossbow from the hip killing it. As it falls to the table he pulls the bolt and calls the waitress.
Bonnie! I know we're not in a palace but a bloody bloody rat just fell on our table. No harm done and no other patrons need know but my friends and I will need several more rounds...on the house of course
Mumbling with his head still on the table. "Scrolls! Cobs are to itchy."
Kebron lifts his head up, rubs the side from where it was dropped to the table earlier. "Sorry I was meditating again." HE looks around. "Did I miss the show?"
I've never been here before so I can't say with certainty, but I truly hope not.
Saraba looks around. "Place looks to clean, so I'm guessing we dinna miss it." Saraba places his elbows on the table and then rests his head into the palms of his hands, he then looks at everyone at the table one by one, makes eye contact with everyone and smiles at each as he does. "Such a nice gathering of folks at this table. This should be a pleasant eve..." Saraba looks down and notices the table directly in front of him empty. "GOOD GODS! WHO STOLE MY DRINK?!"
Hayn would like to do an insight check on Valafar to see if the scroll really is as trivial as he makes it sound? {Insight: 21}
"Valafar, please, have a seat. Preferably one the Elf is on, but I'm not bothered." Hayn nodded towards Bright. "We were wandering through, and wanted to find out what all the commotion was about. It should be- ah ****wit!"
He tensed, hands balling into fists as Darruk's arrow embedded itself in the table. Then he let out a barking laugh. To Saraba, he said, "Someone did you a favor by finishing it, but if Darruk has his way, we'll be drowning in ale by the end of this."
But the next time Glory opened his mouth to speak, the bleating of an angry goat rose up, drowning out the sound, as Hayn prepared minor illusion for the inevitable.
Saraba looked at Hayn, considering what he said. He smiled " Very true friend they did do me a favor! Now I can get a new drink." Looking at Valafar "So, Darruk where are those drinks?"
Well I've been on already about the speed around here. Darruk didn't yell but still spoke loud enough to be heard over the murmur of patrons. As he spoke he pulled his axe from his back and slowly twisted it between his hands like s spindle to start a fire before slowly putting away.
Brynn raised an eyebrow in extreme judgement, but just shook his head and took a sip of his drink. Elves and dwarves misbehaving, what else was new? They never could master even some good old fashioned manners. You'd never get anywhere without a little charm. "So what brings a group of, ah, adventurers like you to town? Are you all going to try your hand at jumping down the hole or have you found a safer job?"
Safe is a 4 letter word and that's not just a spelling fact. Truth is I came looking for adventure sometimes jobs lead there, sometimes they just supply the next few drinks. I don't know anything about this hole. What can you tell me?
@Hayn/Valafar - While I like the interaction you two are starting, technically speaking, in AL it is frowned upon for the DM to adjudicate player vs player rolls. If you want to contact me privately to discuss backgrounds of these interactions, I can help steer the roleplay in a direction you both want to continue.
A rag lads in front of Brynn with a splat. "Don't think I didn't see that, mister cleverman" Bonnie offers with a disarming smile. "You know enough tricks to spill, you know enough tricks to mop it up." Bonnie returns to the table with the requested drinks, and a small selection of breads and roasted meats. "Now, is this good, or is meat not good enough for some of you?" She pauses for a moment. "Not that there's anything wrong with that."
Everybody at the table, give yourself 5 temporary hit points. As written, the adventure grants this for people who drink that first round of special brew, but I am not about to penalize people who for roleplaying reasons refuse a mug, or who have their mugs spilled by a cantrip. Teetotalers can assume that goodness was baked into the bread.
"MISTER Bighat!"
a voice rings out as the group of adventurers start to move towards the block-and-pulley mechanism.
"Och, here we go," says Bonnie as she clears the empty mugs.
You see the flushed halfling at the stage turn with a start. Behind him is an easel with a sign on it, with a table of dates and currencies.
"These beings are risking their lives in the Undermountain!", Durnan says, sharply. "I will not have ye placing bets on when - or if - they return! Not here!"
The halfling recovers, and turns to the barkeep, smiling broadly while doffling an impressively large bowler hat.
"I would not dream of sullying your establishment, my good man!," he says while reaching into his hat. From the depths of this headpiece he pulls a scroll, which he unrolls to a comically long length - it hits the floor and keeps on going. "And indeed, I have not. Our contract clearly states that, should any activities take attention from our cavalcade of delights, I have every right to incorporate it into our performance, taking any action or control I deem necessary." He drops to his knees and starts rolling it up. It might take a while. "And so, the show must go on! Rest assured, my good man, we will treat your halls, your guests, and these brave souls with the utmost in respect and dignity." He looks up while trying to gather his scroll. "Last call -- place your bets! Five could win you ten should they get out alive!"
You can see the back of Bonnie's shoulders shaking as she approaches Durnan's bar. He sees her, and chuckles ruefully himself. "Ah, just leave me out of it."
The roleplay to date has been great - thank you. Only a few have submitted preferences, and some of those have opined that they will think of roleplay challenges as they get to know each other's characters more through these interactions. Take your time - as long as you all are having fun, so am I.
oui, what's all this?
"I assume ...." As Glory continues to speak the only sound the can be heard is the bleating of an angry goat. He continues to talk with animation using his hands as if he has something very important to say. Eventually the goat goes silent and you hear Glory say " ... and the Great Wizard told me that this secret, which as you can see, will save the world; must only be shared once on pain of death. Did you catch that? .... NO ... Damn goat. Oh well, I'm sure you will find your own ways to save the world." He leans back and starts sipping on his new beer.
He quickly finds himself disturbed by what is happening and tries to understand why this halfling, Mr. Bighat? has such pull in this establishment. Durnam and Bonnie don't seem pleased. Also what is the meaning of lives being risked in the undermountain. He wants to learn more. "Gentlemen, in all seriousness, I feel a sudden urge to bloody the nose of the halfling with the big hat. What do the rest of you know of this situation?" His serious demeanor, at odds with his devil may care acerbity from before, catches most of them off guard. He stands up and calls to Durnam in order to get his attention .. "Durnam, what is this about the undermountain and is this halfling insulting you and Bonnie here?"
Lot's of stuff ...
Hayn turned to Brynn, quirking a brow and asked, "Since when have you cared for safe?"
It didn't sound like criticism.
But he turned towards Glory, expression shifting towards contemplation before shooting a glance at the halfling. He turned towards Durnam, listening intently.
I don't know anything about this but I sure don't object if we're gonna fight the fellow.
"Since I decided I didn't really care much for dying? Adventure is only worth it if you're alive to get your reward at the end." Brynn murmured to Hayn, eyes locked on the strange performing halfling.