You reach the inn minutes before the great clock in the center of the city tolls midnight. Thoroughly exhausted (Except maybe Atlas and Shiv), you drag yourselves up the stairs and fall into your beds. Atlas amuses himself as best he can while the others sleep, and in what feels like no time you are all awoken by the casual morning noise one is wont to hear while staying at an inn. The smell of bacon and coffee drifts up the stairs.
Atlas did exactly that. He'll also point out that it was not charity that caused the broadhat spy man to hand over his sword. It was fear. Fear is just as good as charity in most cases, he will muse. At least where bad guys are concerned anyway.
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Tak gets his armor and weapons and heads downstairs for breakfast ready for whatever the day brings. He orders bacon and fish if they have it and places a silver piece on the bar. He sits at the same table the group ate at last night and surveys the room.
The bleary-eyed patrons around you are the typical bunch, and they munch on bacon and eggs or swig coffee in an attempt to wake up. The orc, dwarf, and ranger from last night are all present, and you assume that they have reserved rooms.
"A little early to be having fish, don't you think?" Asks the bartender as he arrives with your meal.
"Well met Len, I am Tak."Tak says as he stands and bows. "Your fish is delicious and the bacon is good. Burnt but good." Tak then sits and resumes his meal.
"Wouldn't 'Leon' make more sense as a nickname?" Jevyn mused aloud as he took a seat next to Tak. He still had the book on necromancy his hands. Anyone that didn't know him as well as the party would've thought he had spent all night puzzling over the tome, but his allies knew that he had fallen asleep while working on trying to translate the book. Jevyn's internal clock dictated that he fell asleep routinely between one and two in the morning and woke up exactly eight hours later. It was really the most consistent thing about the adventuring life.
As the group trickled in, a tapping noise could be heard outside. Jevyn walked over to the door and opened it, allowing a raven with a small scroll tied to its leg to fly in. "Morning, Esme." Jevyn removed the scroll from his familiar's leg as it settled on his right shoulder. Sitting back down, he began to read his examiner's report evaluation.
Shiv would wake up wrapped tightly in his sheets, having managed to nearly strangle himself in them overnight while he tossed and turned and flipped and flopped in the bed. Once he was able to break himself free he would look up to the large warforged and smile. "You know what, some people might be worried having a large metal machine designed originaly for the purpose of tearing men apart standing over them all night watching them as the slept... BUT NOT ME!" the Viashino would say with a toothy grin. "I like to imagine you are my big metal guardian angel, watching over me while I sleep!" he would say picking up a chicken bone and using it to remove a piece of their late night chicken feast from hours ago. Then, grabbing last nights plates, he would fly down the stairs only actually touching two or three of the steps in the process before handing them to the barkeep. "Thank you sir! Can I have some bacon and cheese please?" Placing a silver down on the counter before sitting next to his fellow companions already at the table. "So what are we doing today?" He would say to the group.
The lights in Atlas' eyes flickered on at the sound of Shiv struggling. It's then that he sees it's just him being tangled up in the sheets....again. "Guardian? Maybe. But I'm not an angel. I was not constructed in the Upper Planes." Before Atlas can build upon that thought, the Viashino dashes from the room. Atlas makes his way down into the tavern area, stomping down the steps. It is quite the trick, moving down the stairway. It was made for human-sized guests. Atlas is much more broad than your average person, and way heavier. So he makes his way down by placing one hand on the wall and the other on the ceiling of the tavern, pulling himself through the rest of the way.
Leaves, meanwhile, grumbled in bed at the 'early birds'. Up before noon? Madness!
Naturally, she had spurned sleeping in a bed, in lieu of a sort of a hammock, which she hung from the ceiling of the room she occupied by way of metal hooks she bashed into the ceiling with the butt of her sword. The 'nest' was made of an old rope net, and several fluffy squares of cloth and pillows, acting as her bedroll when she wore it on her back. It was also festooned with all the various rickrack and junk she tended to collect over the day, and a good deal of feathers, and the sides were reinforced with thick sheets of cloth to block light and vision. In Kenku fashion, she preferred to sleep in the highest and darkest corner of any room.
She promptly curled back up and tried to go back to sleep, hugging a battered looking crow doll (with one eye missing) to her side snugly.
Setting down his report response, Jevyn flagged down Leonidas to order some bacon, bread, and oats. As he waited for his order, he pocketed his report response and returned to his book. Without looking up, he addressed Atlas and Shiv as they sat down at the table. "I trust you slept well, Shiv and Tak? And Atlas, the night passed by without incident for you as well?"
"Slept well, Leaves sings in her sleep. Luckily quite well. She struggles getting up early though. I believe she's still sleeping in the room." Tak says.
You reach the inn minutes before the great clock in the center of the city tolls midnight. Thoroughly exhausted (Except maybe Atlas and Shiv), you drag yourselves up the stairs and fall into your beds. Atlas amuses himself as best he can while the others sleep, and in what feels like no time you are all awoken by the casual morning noise one is wont to hear while staying at an inn. The smell of bacon and coffee drifts up the stairs.
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(I will say that we shared our chickens and stayed up telling stories and he was teaching me the best ways to remove limbs from bad guys)
Atlas did exactly that. He'll also point out that it was not charity that caused the broadhat spy man to hand over his sword. It was fear. Fear is just as good as charity in most cases, he will muse. At least where bad guys are concerned anyway.
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Tak gets his armor and weapons and heads downstairs for breakfast ready for whatever the day brings. He orders bacon and fish if they have it and places a silver piece on the bar. He sits at the same table the group ate at last night and surveys the room.
Perception: 16
The bleary-eyed patrons around you are the typical bunch, and they munch on bacon and eggs or swig coffee in an attempt to wake up. The orc, dwarf, and ranger from last night are all present, and you assume that they have reserved rooms.
"A little early to be having fish, don't you think?" Asks the bartender as he arrives with your meal.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
"Never too early for fish" Tak replies as he slowly picks up and wraps each fish in bacon before swallowing them whole.
The bartender doesn't even blink at this odd method of eating. He has seen it all.
"The name's Leonidas, by the way." He says. " But everyone just calls me Len. "
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
"Well met Len, I am Tak." Tak says as he stands and bows. "Your fish is delicious and the bacon is good. Burnt but good." Tak then sits and resumes his meal.
"Well met, Tak. If you'll excuse me, my custumers call. " He hurries off to the next table.
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"Wouldn't 'Leon' make more sense as a nickname?" Jevyn mused aloud as he took a seat next to Tak. He still had the book on necromancy his hands. Anyone that didn't know him as well as the party would've thought he had spent all night puzzling over the tome, but his allies knew that he had fallen asleep while working on trying to translate the book. Jevyn's internal clock dictated that he fell asleep routinely between one and two in the morning and woke up exactly eight hours later. It was really the most consistent thing about the adventuring life.
As the group trickled in, a tapping noise could be heard outside. Jevyn walked over to the door and opened it, allowing a raven with a small scroll tied to its leg to fly in. "Morning, Esme." Jevyn removed the scroll from his familiar's leg as it settled on his right shoulder. Sitting back down, he began to read his examiner's report evaluation.
Shiv would wake up wrapped tightly in his sheets, having managed to nearly strangle himself in them overnight while he tossed and turned and flipped and flopped in the bed. Once he was able to break himself free he would look up to the large warforged and smile. "You know what, some people might be worried having a large metal machine designed originaly for the purpose of tearing men apart standing over them all night watching them as the slept... BUT NOT ME!" the Viashino would say with a toothy grin. "I like to imagine you are my big metal guardian angel, watching over me while I sleep!" he would say picking up a chicken bone and using it to remove a piece of their late night chicken feast from hours ago. Then, grabbing last nights plates, he would fly down the stairs only actually touching two or three of the steps in the process before handing them to the barkeep. "Thank you sir! Can I have some bacon and cheese please?" Placing a silver down on the counter before sitting next to his fellow companions already at the table. "So what are we doing today?" He would say to the group.
The lights in Atlas' eyes flickered on at the sound of Shiv struggling. It's then that he sees it's just him being tangled up in the sheets....again. "Guardian? Maybe. But I'm not an angel. I was not constructed in the Upper Planes." Before Atlas can build upon that thought, the Viashino dashes from the room. Atlas makes his way down into the tavern area, stomping down the steps. It is quite the trick, moving down the stairway. It was made for human-sized guests. Atlas is much more broad than your average person, and way heavier. So he makes his way down by placing one hand on the wall and the other on the ceiling of the tavern, pulling himself through the rest of the way.
Leaves, meanwhile, grumbled in bed at the 'early birds'. Up before noon? Madness!
Naturally, she had spurned sleeping in a bed, in lieu of a sort of a hammock, which she hung from the ceiling of the room she occupied by way of metal hooks she bashed into the ceiling with the butt of her sword. The 'nest' was made of an old rope net, and several fluffy squares of cloth and pillows, acting as her bedroll when she wore it on her back. It was also festooned with all the various rickrack and junk she tended to collect over the day, and a good deal of feathers, and the sides were reinforced with thick sheets of cloth to block light and vision. In Kenku fashion, she preferred to sleep in the highest and darkest corner of any room.
She promptly curled back up and tried to go back to sleep, hugging a battered looking crow doll (with one eye missing) to her side snugly.
Setting down his report response, Jevyn flagged down Leonidas to order some bacon, bread, and oats. As he waited for his order, he pocketed his report response and returned to his book. Without looking up, he addressed Atlas and Shiv as they sat down at the table. "I trust you slept well, Shiv and Tak? And Atlas, the night passed by without incident for you as well?"
Locke wakes up, gets dressed and heads down the stairs.
”Good morning friends! How was everyone’s evening!” He says in a jovial voice.
Locke makes his way to the table the rest of the party is at and grabs a seat. “So what’s the plan here boys?”
Len arrives with your breakfast and places it on the table.
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"Slept well, Leaves sings in her sleep. Luckily quite well. She struggles getting up early though. I believe she's still sleeping in the room." Tak says.