When there is a moment. Elmo want to address Sarik.
"Sarik mate, mighty impressive booking us an audience with a red dragon. I dont mean to pry, but are ye in good standing with yer people? Or yer house I believe ye call it. I suppose im asking what brings ye out here? Ye know the great danger that lie in this and ye are confronting it. Yer made of something harder than dwarven steel, perhaps even a dwarven skull."
Performance check on the joke: 6 The goal is to get him to open up.
Edit: Re rolling the 1 with my racial
13
"Might I know a little more about ye? Most of me experience with drow has been somewhat lacking. Im looking to change that." Elmo smiles a delightful halfling smile.
Gartokkar - "I see...and you are to do what exactly?" He beckons another Keeper of the Flame over with gold medallions and gives one to each of the group (Elmo, Leon, Rowland and Sarik), then also produces a few bags of gold that when evenly distributed, give each character 500gp).
(Sarik will respond when you're safely away from the ears of anyone who may be eavesdropping on their conversation).
Sarik - "We are aligned, Elmo, let there be no mistake in that. However my story must remain private for now. I do hope that you can appreciate my particular situation given my race, and what we're both setting out to achieve. You may think this is but a small part to play, although in truth, we are on the brink of a major shift in power...if it shifts to the wrong direction, I fear all of the Underdark, and perhaps much of the Surface World is at stake..." He finishes there and doesn't seem interested in further dialogue on the subject of his background.
Lord Holderhek - "And we have a round that goes to Gracklstugh, represented by none other than Hemeth Holderhek! Well done, son! Since we have one final round, and the score is Blingdenstone 3, Adbar 1 and Gracklstugh 1, we have a decisive victory going to Dormo Diggermattock. Let's see if he can make a 4th point to crush his competition. Contestants, on your mark, get set, go!"
"Alright, I get the feeling Ol' Gremeryl be needing some enoucragment. I dont think he could stand losing in front of a haldling."
Elmo sprints off towards the competition. He takes the first opportunity to jump into a shadow and move along roof tops to avoid being followed or seen.
Dormo smiles confidently as Lord Holderhek finishes his count down and finishes the mug of ale with haste. He's once again the first to finish and slams his mug down triumphantly, then gets up to walk over to the bell behind the table and ring the victory gong. Just as he gets up, Morista coughs halfway through her ale and spews ale in a projectile fashion approximately 10ft outwards in front of her.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
To Gartokkar, "He wants us to make sure food is brought in immediately." Rowland studies Gartokkar and the others for any unusual signs. "Is there some reason you aren't bringing him his food?" After a short pause "Ahhhh," then continuing quietly, "Is it because of you know, his weight? He did look a little on the hefty side. . . it wouldn't surprise me if you were secretly withholding food from him for his own good. Probably for the best. Is that what's going on?"
“Gotokarr I suggest you feed him now and ask him what he would like us to do. He did not give us any orders. He simply told us we were to be his agents. We will wait here. He said the Keeper of the Flame would know what to do next.”
Gartokkar- “Rowland...I must confess, our great dragon is a little on the...heavier side and we are deeply concerned about his weight. But that is another issue entirely and secondary to our deeper concern, which is that if a great disturbance in the Underdark. We are convinced that the Grey Ghosts are responsible for this and have intel that identifies a Derro by the name of Droki, who has been passing information between the Grey Ghosts and some unknown faction. We require your assistance to track this Derro down and locate the headquarters of the Grey Ghosts.”
Rowland nods, "If it's Droki then we should set out as soon as possible. My companion and I believe we may have trapped him in the night. If we hurry, he may still be there. We just have several companions to gather along the way. They're currently participating in the brew fest."
Gremryl shakes his head and mumbles to himself: "bloody pitiful grems... beat by an old one.. the gutbisters would be dam near ashamed of you...nonetheless. a contest is a contest. "
He will walk over the Dormo: "Dam that was some fine drinking Dormo! Haven't seen that type if skill since I was bested by King Buenor himself! "
To hemeth: "well we provided a distraction alright".
Dormo - He lets out a monster burp! “Pardon me. Haha! It was a fine contest indeed, master Gremryl.”
Hemeth - “Aye, Grems. That we did. And we should remember that. Let’s head back to the manse and regroup with the others. Hopefully they fared well in their part to play in all this.”
Elmo puts a supportive hand on Grem’s shoulder and give him a look that is one part sympathy, and one part the look a child would give a personal hero when they find out they are only human.
“I saw the end. On the plus side I think ye got to enjoy your drink more than that Dormo fella”
to Hem,
”I got me some gold fer ye. What does me debt stand at now friend?”
"He's hungry, I suggest you get him something to eat, he looked irritated."
“He also said you owe us bags of gold and gold badges as well.”
When there is a moment. Elmo want to address Sarik.
"Sarik mate, mighty impressive booking us an audience with a red dragon. I dont mean to pry, but are ye in good standing with yer people? Or yer house I believe ye call it. I suppose im asking what brings ye out here? Ye know the great danger that lie in this and ye are confronting it. Yer made of something harder than dwarven steel, perhaps even a dwarven skull."
Performance check on the joke: 6 The goal is to get him to open up.
Edit: Re rolling the 1 with my racial
13
"Might I know a little more about ye? Most of me experience with drow has been somewhat lacking. Im looking to change that." Elmo smiles a delightful halfling smile.
Speed check 11
Con check 9
And last round
10 speed
Con 20
Speed Check:
Morista: 1
Ghuldur: 9
Dormo: 14
Hemeth: 10
"Alright, I get the feeling Ol' Gremeryl be needing some enoucragment. I dont think he could stand losing in front of a haldling."
Elmo sprints off towards the competition. He takes the first opportunity to jump into a shadow and move along roof tops to avoid being followed or seen.
Stealth check: 26
To Gartokkar, "He wants us to make sure food is brought in immediately." Rowland studies Gartokkar and the others for any unusual signs. "Is there some reason you aren't bringing him his food?" After a short pause "Ahhhh," then continuing quietly, "Is it because of you know, his weight? He did look a little on the hefty side. . . it wouldn't surprise me if you were secretly withholding food from him for his own good. Probably for the best. Is that what's going on?"
Perception check:8
“Gotokarr I suggest you feed him now and ask him what he would like us to do. He did not give us any orders. He simply told us we were to be his agents. We will wait here. He said the Keeper of the Flame would know what to do next.”
Gartokkar- “Rowland...I must confess, our great dragon is a little on the...heavier side and we are deeply concerned about his weight. But that is another issue entirely and secondary to our deeper concern, which is that if a great disturbance in the Underdark. We are convinced that the Grey Ghosts are responsible for this and have intel that identifies a Derro by the name of Droki, who has been passing information between the Grey Ghosts and some unknown faction. We require your assistance to track this Derro down and locate the headquarters of the Grey Ghosts.”
Rowland nods, "If it's Droki then we should set out as soon as possible. My companion and I believe we may have trapped him in the night. If we hurry, he may still be there. We just have several companions to gather along the way. They're currently participating in the brew fest."
“Gotokarr we shall head there now with our companions and will let you know how it goes. Thank you.”
Leon heads towards the manse to regroup with Rowland
Gremryl shakes his head and mumbles to himself: "bloody pitiful grems... beat by an old one.. the gutbisters would be dam near ashamed of you...nonetheless. a contest is a contest. "
He will walk over the Dormo: "Dam that was some fine drinking Dormo! Haven't seen that type if skill since I was bested by King Buenor himself! "
To hemeth: "well we provided a distraction alright".
Dormo - He lets out a monster burp! “Pardon me. Haha! It was a fine contest indeed, master Gremryl.”
Hemeth - “Aye, Grems. That we did. And we should remember that. Let’s head back to the manse and regroup with the others. Hopefully they fared well in their part to play in all this.”
Grems agrees and heads with Hemeth to the manse with the drunken chortle in tow.
To mikey: "don't worry lad. I've some shrooms you can take to sober you up.."
Elmo puts a supportive hand on Grem’s shoulder and give him a look that is one part sympathy, and one part the look a child would give a personal hero when they find out they are only human.
“I saw the end. On the plus side I think ye got to enjoy your drink more than that Dormo fella”
to Hem,
”I got me some gold fer ye. What does me debt stand at now friend?”
Hemeth takes the bag and counts the gold within. “Elmo, consider yer debt paid.”