Perception upon entering the Broken Tankard (looking for anything out of the norm, the monk, or anyone dressed in a similar style to him): 2
Sevrn squints as he enters the Broken Inn, adjusting to the change of light. The dust is terrible here and gets in his eyes. Closing them, Sevrn pulls himself to the side of the entrance (so as not to block the door), and proceeds to rubs his eyes clear.
Theo leads you all inside the front doors. The inside is not much better on the looks. Dusty and dimly lit, there is a hearth in the back of the room that has a few smoldering coals in it. There are a few patrons in here sitting at various tables, and of the few that are not in a current state of unconsciousness, pay you all no attention at all. It seems Theo is correct in that this is a place to not be "noticed". Obviously the night crowd has yet to show up.
Theo, Wex, you both see the top of a small head bob into view behind the bar top, moving back and forth. As the doors clunk close behind you the head stops and moves to the middle of the bar then grows taller, like going up a small set of stairs. Once at the top you see a Halfling man sporting a blue eye-patch over his left eye. A dirty cutoff linen shirt shows rather burly and scarred arms as the halfling places his hands on the bartop and stares out at your group with a questioning eyebrow raised.
OOC: Theo, you do recognize the halfling as the owner, but you've never actually had any "business" with him, other than the normal Inn type business...and you also notice a man that can help you out with the note, but he's currently passed out on top of one of the tables in the middle.
Finally noticing the halfling, Sevrn will lean into the bar as if ordering a drink and whisper "we're looking for a friend.." and then proceed to provide the monk's description. "Do you know him or his people?"
Sevrn will put a couple coins on the table as if ordering the party a round.
The Halfling looks at the coin then, back up at all of you, looking each of you over again. "I'm pretty sure someone that comes in tonight will know of the one you describe, I'll have the girls ask around. As for a private room, you're all welcome to rent a place to stay. Each room only has two beds, but you all can stay in one if you so desire. Your drink can be taken up there, after you buy it down here, but I don't do room service bud." The money is gone from the bar top after he's done talking. Sevrn, you're not sure when he swiped it but it was done quick!
"I guess we wait for your monk friend to show up? I have an acquaintance that should be cognizant at some point soon as well. In the meantime might I suggest having your equipment serviced and...some baths?"
Wex just chuckles to himself. "I'm not sure the bedrooms are up to your standard, Fingers, judging by the common room. No offense," he says to the halfling. "I'll take the house ale, or whatever passes for it."
He will pay and take his drink to a table with a view of the room.
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Sevrn will put a second coin on the table alongside Flynn's, and take his ale to the far table with Wex.
"I'll wait here with Wex, You and Flynn can do the rounds - just be back here by dark."
At the table with Wex, Sevrn will lean his giant greatsword against the wall between them - which should be signal enough to be left alone. Speaking to Wex, presumably over the course of the coming hours [Sevrn is drinking sparingly, and watering down his ale when he can. Partway through the evening he'll order the stew/gruel - 'Soldiers' rations' he calls it]:
“Who, me?” Wex says. “I’ve been a mercenary most of my life, and you get to ignoring what it is you do, so long as there’s gold at the end. But I had a... let’s call it a freeing moment,” he laughs ruefully at that, to some private joke. “Or it might be more accurate to say, I’ve traded gold for a better partner. I’m still figuring out what to do next. And you folks... well, Flynn seems nice enough, at least,’ he smiles to take the sting out.
He takes a slow drink.
”To be honest, I feel I’ve got a bit to make up for, I didn’t do much I’m proud of when I was taking the Dragon Cult’s coin.”
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Wex is silent for a little while. "As of yet, it has just wanted a little of my good night's rest. It likes... being here." With a soft pop he manifests a smoky black dagger in his hand, idly turning it. With a shrug, he stabs it into the table, point first, and leaves it there. "I have had no problems exerting my will on the arrangement. So far." The dagger slides out of existence, leaving a small, empty scar in the much worn and scarred table.
"What about you, Fingers? What drives you, for, I have to say, you are driven."
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Sevrn locks eyes with Wex, but for a moment his gaze is very distant.
"... pain." Suddenly returning, Sevrn's eyes start to burn with that now familiar intensity.
"Do you know what a druid's death pit is? ... I myself was thrown into that horror of dying, broken bodies when I was very young. Death makes for powerful magic - warlords wield it like a sword." Sevrn takes a drink from his watered ale. "I should have died then - that next daybreak, I volunteered for our lord's army. We slaughtered that warlord, but not the druid."
[taking a deep breath] "Vengeance drives me."
Lightening the mood, Sevrn returns to his ale and smiles. "Do you believe dragons worship gods?"
"Um, I was just planning on having some food and getting a bath until we can meet our respected contacts. We could go check out the various markets if you need equipment? I could use some components or a scroll perhaps."
OCC: Market? magic items or scrolls to buy anywhere?
Wex laughs at that. “What do I know of dragons!? Psh, I believe in gods, but I don’t worship any. I would expect a dragon to be the same. I mean, I did what my captain said to do, but I did not worship her. Dragons might do what a stronger dragon says, but worship them? They’re no kobolds, I’d warrant.”
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
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"Gods are personification of will. They are a philosophy... a worldview. One doesn't obey a god, they align with them because they see in the god the embodiment of a perspective they subscribe to. Gods reinforce belief, and so people follow gods and the gods in turn embolden their followers by exhibiting that will reduced to practice."
[touching the symbol inscribed in his gorget] "... I don't worship Shevarash. Shevarash is the embodiment of vengeance - his is vengeance. Through him I see it modeled, and come to understand it - but I don't for a moment believe that He recognizes my existence, or cares whether we do as he expects. The Clerics have it wrong... The gods care little of rules and ceremony. They are will incarnate and were I standing in His way He would tear through me, as he would anyone, to see His ends met... and that is as it should be."
Not at all intending to have gotten so serious, Sevrn again tempers his words with a smile.
"I don't know much about Tiamat (roll Religion: 12), but what she is like is what her followers strive to be... and from what we've seen it aims to subject the world, and therefore should be removed from the world at all costs."
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Perception upon entering the Broken Tankard (looking for anything out of the norm, the monk, or anyone dressed in a similar style to him): 2
Sevrn squints as he enters the Broken Inn, adjusting to the change of light. The dust is terrible here and gets in his eyes. Closing them, Sevrn pulls himself to the side of the entrance (so as not to block the door), and proceeds to rubs his eyes clear.
Wex scans the room as he enters, magical dark vision adjusting to the gloom. Perception: 16
OOC > He literally cannot do worse than Sevrn.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Flynn is also looking for the monk, as well as taking in the general scene9
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Theo will make his way talking briefly to various people until he finds the right contact to pass on a note...
Passive Perception: 16 Active: 16
Theo leads you all inside the front doors. The inside is not much better on the looks. Dusty and dimly lit, there is a hearth in the back of the room that has a few smoldering coals in it. There are a few patrons in here sitting at various tables, and of the few that are not in a current state of unconsciousness, pay you all no attention at all. It seems Theo is correct in that this is a place to not be "noticed". Obviously the night crowd has yet to show up.
Theo, Wex, you both see the top of a small head bob into view behind the bar top, moving back and forth. As the doors clunk close behind you the head stops and moves to the middle of the bar then grows taller, like going up a small set of stairs. Once at the top you see a Halfling man sporting a blue eye-patch over his left eye. A dirty cutoff linen shirt shows rather burly and scarred arms as the halfling places his hands on the bartop and stares out at your group with a questioning eyebrow raised.
OOC: Theo, you do recognize the halfling as the owner, but you've never actually had any "business" with him, other than the normal Inn type business...and you also notice a man that can help you out with the note, but he's currently passed out on top of one of the tables in the middle.
Finally noticing the halfling, Sevrn will lean into the bar as if ordering a drink and whisper "we're looking for a friend.." and then proceed to provide the monk's description. "Do you know him or his people?"
Sevrn will put a couple coins on the table as if ordering the party a round.
"Is there a quiet room here for us to drink?"
The Halfling looks at the coin then, back up at all of you, looking each of you over again. "I'm pretty sure someone that comes in tonight will know of the one you describe, I'll have the girls ask around. As for a private room, you're all welcome to rent a place to stay. Each room only has two beds, but you all can stay in one if you so desire. Your drink can be taken up there, after you buy it down here, but I don't do room service bud." The money is gone from the bar top after he's done talking. Sevrn, you're not sure when he swiped it but it was done quick!
Theo looks around the inn and frowns.
"I guess we wait for your monk friend to show up? I have an acquaintance that should be cognizant at some point soon as well. In the meantime might I suggest having your equipment serviced and...some baths?"
Wex just chuckles to himself. "I'm not sure the bedrooms are up to your standard, Fingers, judging by the common room. No offense," he says to the halfling. "I'll take the house ale, or whatever passes for it."
He will pay and take his drink to a table with a view of the room.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
"Ale sounds wonderful ill take one as well please"
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Sevrn will put a second coin on the table alongside Flynn's, and take his ale to the far table with Wex.
"I'll wait here with Wex, You and Flynn can do the rounds - just be back here by dark."
At the table with Wex, Sevrn will lean his giant greatsword against the wall between them - which should be signal enough to be left alone. Speaking to Wex, presumably over the course of the coming hours [Sevrn is drinking sparingly, and watering down his ale when he can. Partway through the evening he'll order the stew/gruel - 'Soldiers' rations' he calls it]:
"Why travel with us? What's your story?"
“Who, me?” Wex says. “I’ve been a mercenary most of my life, and you get to ignoring what it is you do, so long as there’s gold at the end. But I had a... let’s call it a freeing moment,” he laughs ruefully at that, to some private joke. “Or it might be more accurate to say, I’ve traded gold for a better partner. I’m still figuring out what to do next. And you folks... well, Flynn seems nice enough, at least,’ he smiles to take the sting out.
He takes a slow drink.
”To be honest, I feel I’ve got a bit to make up for, I didn’t do much I’m proud of when I was taking the Dragon Cult’s coin.”
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
"We all deserve a second chance - most of us never get it.
... and the 'better partner' - what does it ask in return?"
Wex is silent for a little while. "As of yet, it has just wanted a little of my good night's rest. It likes... being here." With a soft pop he manifests a smoky black dagger in his hand, idly turning it. With a shrug, he stabs it into the table, point first, and leaves it there. "I have had no problems exerting my will on the arrangement. So far." The dagger slides out of existence, leaving a small, empty scar in the much worn and scarred table.
"What about you, Fingers? What drives you, for, I have to say, you are driven."
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Sevrn locks eyes with Wex, but for a moment his gaze is very distant.
"... pain." Suddenly returning, Sevrn's eyes start to burn with that now familiar intensity.
"Do you know what a druid's death pit is? ... I myself was thrown into that horror of dying, broken bodies when I was very young. Death makes for powerful magic - warlords wield it like a sword." Sevrn takes a drink from his watered ale. "I should have died then - that next daybreak, I volunteered for our lord's army. We slaughtered that warlord, but not the druid."
[taking a deep breath] "Vengeance drives me."
Lightening the mood, Sevrn returns to his ale and smiles. "Do you believe dragons worship gods?"
"Where we headed Theo?"
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"Um, I was just planning on having some food and getting a bath until we can meet our respected contacts. We could go check out the various markets if you need equipment? I could use some components or a scroll perhaps."
OCC: Market? magic items or scrolls to buy anywhere?
Wex laughs at that. “What do I know of dragons!? Psh, I believe in gods, but I don’t worship any. I would expect a dragon to be the same. I mean, I did what my captain said to do, but I did not worship her. Dragons might do what a stronger dragon says, but worship them? They’re no kobolds, I’d warrant.”
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
"Morning would probably be best for that, in that case More ALE"
Laissez les bons temps rouler
"Gods are personification of will. They are a philosophy... a worldview. One doesn't obey a god, they align with them because they see in the god the embodiment of a perspective they subscribe to. Gods reinforce belief, and so people follow gods and the gods in turn embolden their followers by exhibiting that will reduced to practice."
[touching the symbol inscribed in his gorget] "... I don't worship Shevarash. Shevarash is the embodiment of vengeance - his is vengeance. Through him I see it modeled, and come to understand it - but I don't for a moment believe that He recognizes my existence, or cares whether we do as he expects. The Clerics have it wrong... The gods care little of rules and ceremony. They are will incarnate and were I standing in His way He would tear through me, as he would anyone, to see His ends met... and that is as it should be."
Not at all intending to have gotten so serious, Sevrn again tempers his words with a smile.
"I don't know much about Tiamat (roll Religion: 12), but what she is like is what her followers strive to be... and from what we've seen it aims to subject the world, and therefore should be removed from the world at all costs."