"(After seeing the teleport) Holy shite human! That's right impressive! If the situation ever arises, and ye have to choose one of us to flash to safety, remember mate that I'm the lightest... and the loveliest. How long do ye think it will take us to reach the surface?"
To the party,
"I look forward to defeating ye'all in games of drink! Only a fool underestimates a halfling! Especially such handsome ones such as me self!"
To Grem,
"So I was thinking, about ye family. Why not get to the surface, then I help ye raise an army to go and get ye family back! Think of it! An army at ye back as ye march on the Drow City! Cause there be no way that our merry band could ever make it into that dreadful city. Let alone escaping drow lands again and braving the underdark. It hasn't been all sunshine and rainbows for us on this journey. An army I feel would have changed much of our journey thus far for the better, don't ye agree?"
" I know ye right lad. An army to smash and smite and free me fams. I just hope we get there in time. Its what I have been traveling this cursed underdark in search of master elmo. We'll free them! Let us toast to that! I do believe you and I have a score to settle in these mugs of ale eh! Come, let us drink to those we love, and toast to destroying our enemies!"
To Rowland: "Thats a mighty fine trick.. I can do it to ye know. back in me days i was known for my light stepping eh.. 'ol Gremryl quick foot' i was called.. not so much now eh! buahahah"
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Rowland replies to Elmo, "Riiiight . . . well . . . um . . . yes you do appear very lovely no doubt about that . . . . . but well the fact is I prefer the feminine form my friend." and he chuckles nervously glancing around the room. "In regards to the length of our journey, there is no telling at this point my new friend. I'm unaware of the extent of this remaining business our friend the dwarf speaks of and the path ahead of us is treacherous indeed. Although I can promise you my goal is to get the hell out of this place sooner rather than later if possible."
He then offers a toast with the halfling, "Here's to getting our asses back to the surface!"
Rowland then looks to Gremryl, "Ah my dwarven friend it sounds like we share a common skill! Perhaps we will see who is the swiftest in the days to come! I'm sure we all have some tricks up our sleeves that will impress and hopefully keep each other alive and I look forward to learning about them. Alas it sounds like you and your family have befallen some terrible plight. Does our business in this city involve them in some way?"
Since the mention of the contest Rowland has been taking fewer and smaller sips from his ale while attempting to make it appear as though he is thoroughly enjoying it as much as everyone else in anticipation of the upcoming onslaught. In the meantime he attempts to ensure the server continuously fills his fellow adventurers and encourages any further toasting to give himself an advantage if possible. I take a deception roll to determine if anyone notices. 19
"My tale is dark indeed, but I have found light in the form of my companions here and the fact my family lives. We shall free them of that by Moradins will I have no doubt. I do doubt ye's skills in out drinking an Abarrian Dwarf lad! (Gremryl chuckles and swigs his beer again) We have business in the city that we must do, in order to be able to leave the city. Hemeth can fill ye in if need be lad. I advise ye to watch ye meats lest Master elmo here take them eh! (he nudges elmo)"
"Dont worry mate, just being a wee bit cheeky. I havent had enough of these (elmo lifts his mug of ale) to make ye pretty enough for me yet mate" "But ye get me out of the underdark and Elmo will do what ever ye bloody like" Elmo jokingly slaps Rowland on the ass and finishes his ale.
To the party,
"So do we got something planned for tonight? If not thens lets moves this little party to the Twin Boulders... anybody? Any takers mates?
To Rowland: “Woah! Us ninjas have been trained to vanish, but I’m not even sure master Splinter knows that little trick! And thanks for the brewskie, bro!”
To the party: “what the hell is the twin boulders?! Not that it really matters cause I m up 4 continuing the party any old place!!”
As Gremryl surveys the scene, old friends re-united, new friend and allies brought forth. News of his family being alive! His old Dwarven brain bucket was spinning... But Gremryl remembered his fight with the Goliath.. He may see him again. Thats for another time. An Adbarrian Dwarf never forgets as they say. But no, he was on the brink of death and Moradin came to him. Let him know he wasn't needed at Moradins Forge just yet. No, he still had a path to walk, and evil to smite. He would take that path, aye he would. He would take that path with those before him and while it would be perilous no doubt. It would lead to victory. Who knows, maybe the strange Chortle before him with those chain sticks would initmidate the denizens of the underdark!
Despite himself he grinned like a Stone breaker
" I propose a toast! No two paths are the same as they say, and yet all our paths brought us here. What lies before us, if me sherlock senses are right, is another path. Lined with evil. But I look around this table and see old freinds and new allies. Aye, its a dark path we will take, probably a painful path. Back in me day, i walked many paths... Gremryl the Pathfinder they called me... but i transgress as they say.. (he doesn't know what transgress means). So tonight, let us bask in the glow of light and what is right. Let us toast to tales of heroes and legends, and speak of our own tales to come. Thanks to the House Holderhek again for hosting us, and cheers to Hemeth for inviting us. May your Ale always be cold, and forges hot. CHEERS!!"
Lord Holderhek stands up and capturing everyones attention while he does so, he says,
Lord Holderhek - "Aye, a toast! And an oath. A toast to our good fortune for those lives that depend on us are countless and ours we can count on fingers and toes. An oath to banishing the demon lords that seek to end our world as we know it. We all have our reasons for this quest, whether it be for the protection of our family, or our friends, or self-preservation, or righteous guidance. If any of you deny such a noble charge, speak now or raise your drink and drink deeply with your comrades!" He waits to see if anyone chooses to back out of the commitment being made.
Sirak, Ghuldur, Morista Dormo, and Hemeth raise their cups and drink heavily, committing their efforts to the quest. All that remains is for Mikey, Leon and Elmo to respond to Lord Holderhek's request.
Lord Holderhek - "Then it is decided! Now, the strategy that we've come up with is to first gather here together without arising suspicion...Demons have eyes and ears in many places and even some that are secretly in very public places. So, we brought everyone here, with the exception of the adventurers from the Surface, under the guise of participating in Gracklestugh's first annual Underdark Brewery Contest. For us to keep up public appearances, you must do your best and make your hometown proud. As an added bonus, while the city is drawn to the event, it will give our agents an opportunity to slip into the Wyrmsmith's lair and seek his help in driving back the Demon Lords. While Themberchaud's reputation is what you'd expect of a Red Dragon, he does place value on life and not just that of his own. So this brings us to a decision...we need some of you to be participants in the contest, and for whoever may be most suited in the arts of stealth, your talents may be best suited to assist in getting to Themberchaud. Who among you will be participants and who, if any, will help our stealth squad?"
As the room finds a silence that's both eery and thought provoking, one by one, the guests decide their path...
(Each of you can make the decision to either be a participant in the drinking contest or will you attempt to find Themberchaud.)
"While I was known for sneaking in my day I fear i'm more suited for .. (he holds his mug up) this part of our mission. Indeed those smaller craftier folk like master elmo (he looks at him with chagrin) would be best suited. "
To elmo:
"Master Halfing, it appears you must forfeit for the greater good eh? Maybe master Leon will drink his part and yours? buahahahah" he nudges them both in hearty jest..
To the group:
"Bless moradin, but have ye seen a chortle wandering about here lately? Doesn't strike me as the 'unseen' type eh?"
he'll drink his ale again... He's in more mood to drink than to stealth.
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To Rowland,
"(After seeing the teleport) Holy shite human! That's right impressive! If the situation ever arises, and ye have to choose one of us to flash to safety, remember mate that I'm the lightest... and the loveliest. How long do ye think it will take us to reach the surface?"
To the party,
"I look forward to defeating ye'all in games of drink! Only a fool underestimates a halfling! Especially such handsome ones such as me self!"
To Grem,
"So I was thinking, about ye family. Why not get to the surface, then I help ye raise an army to go and get ye family back! Think of it! An army at ye back as ye march on the Drow City! Cause there be no way that our merry band could ever make it into that dreadful city. Let alone escaping drow lands again and braving the underdark. It hasn't been all sunshine and rainbows for us on this journey. An army I feel would have changed much of our journey thus far for the better, don't ye agree?"
Gremryl looks at elmo
" I know ye right lad. An army to smash and smite and free me fams. I just hope we get there in time. Its what I have been traveling this cursed underdark in search of master elmo. We'll free them! Let us toast to that! I do believe you and I have a score to settle in these mugs of ale eh! Come, let us drink to those we love, and toast to destroying our enemies!"
To Rowland: "Thats a mighty fine trick.. I can do it to ye know. back in me days i was known for my light stepping eh.. 'ol Gremryl quick foot' i was called.. not so much now eh! buahahah"
He swgis his Ale again.
Rowland replies to Elmo, "Riiiight . . . well . . . um . . . yes you do appear very lovely no doubt about that . . . . . but well the fact is I prefer the feminine form my friend." and he chuckles nervously glancing around the room. "In regards to the length of our journey, there is no telling at this point my new friend. I'm unaware of the extent of this remaining business our friend the dwarf speaks of and the path ahead of us is treacherous indeed. Although I can promise you my goal is to get the hell out of this place sooner rather than later if possible."
He then offers a toast with the halfling, "Here's to getting our asses back to the surface!"
Rowland then looks to Gremryl, "Ah my dwarven friend it sounds like we share a common skill! Perhaps we will see who is the swiftest in the days to come! I'm sure we all have some tricks up our sleeves that will impress and hopefully keep each other alive and I look forward to learning about them. Alas it sounds like you and your family have befallen some terrible plight. Does our business in this city involve them in some way?"
Since the mention of the contest Rowland has been taking fewer and smaller sips from his ale while attempting to make it appear as though he is thoroughly enjoying it as much as everyone else in anticipation of the upcoming onslaught. In the meantime he attempts to ensure the server continuously fills his fellow adventurers and encourages any further toasting to give himself an advantage if possible. I take a deception roll to determine if anyone notices. 19
Stares at Rowland
To Rowland,
"Dont worry mate, just being a wee bit cheeky. I havent had enough of these (elmo lifts his mug of ale) to make ye pretty enough for me yet mate" "But ye get me out of the underdark and Elmo will do what ever ye bloody like" Elmo jokingly slaps Rowland on the ass and finishes his ale.
To the party,
"So do we got something planned for tonight? If not thens lets moves this little party to the Twin Boulders... anybody? Any takers mates?
To Rowland: “Woah! Us ninjas have been trained to vanish, but I’m not even sure master Splinter knows that little trick! And thanks for the brewskie, bro!”
To the party: “what the hell is the twin boulders?! Not that it really matters cause I m up 4 continuing the party any old place!!”
As Gremryl surveys the scene, old friends re-united, new friend and allies brought forth. News of his family being alive! His old Dwarven brain bucket was spinning... But Gremryl remembered his fight with the Goliath.. He may see him again. Thats for another time. An Adbarrian Dwarf never forgets as they say. But no, he was on the brink of death and Moradin came to him. Let him know he wasn't needed at Moradins Forge just yet. No, he still had a path to walk, and evil to smite. He would take that path, aye he would. He would take that path with those before him and while it would be perilous no doubt. It would lead to victory. Who knows, maybe the strange Chortle before him with those chain sticks would initmidate the denizens of the underdark!
Despite himself he grinned like a Stone breaker
16 Performance check on the toast
Gremryl raises his mug and drinks
Rowland raises his ale and drinks with his new companions.
Elmo reluctantly raises his cup.
Gremryl nudges elmos elbow encouraging him to drink more...
Leon raises his mug and drinks
Rowland nudges Mikey with his elbow hoping to save him from offending the host.
"And getting us to the surface as quickly as possible! "
Elmo says loudly into his hands trying to disguise the source of his words.
I want to roll a slight of hand check to see how well I concealed my actions during the toast.
SoH: 10
Mikey doesn't have much of a clue as to what's going on but he sees everybody else raise a glass and follows suit.
(Each of you can make the decision to either be a participant in the drinking contest or will you attempt to find Themberchaud.)
he'll drink his ale again... He's in more mood to drink than to stealth.