The bloodied and battered halfling's face, covered in lines of dirt and sweat, softens a bit but still retains a weariness to it. "A quart of ale, will do just fine" She says looking up at the waitress, "It's been a... a long day." Staring blankly ahead for while longer; she didn't take her armor off this time around. Eventually, amidst other points of conversation, Year pipes up. "So, since we were, eh, interrupted before, do you all want to hear what bounties our dwarf friend and I were able to find? Or is this Jesse Duke's proposition good enough?"
Gabriel swings open the door to the inn and takes a seat beside Quentin. "You shoot well. " The aasimar says to Quentin, removing his iron helmet to reveal a shaved head and discerning grey eyes. The aasimar's age of 48 years is clearly evident on his leathery grey face. "I have some knowledge of the crossbow, but I prefer the feel of the axe. "
Gabriel accepts the 100 gold pieces from Mucor and orders a meal. He has not bothered to change out of his stained robes or leathers, and his bloodstained attire stand a grim testament to the price of battle.
Grunting grabs one of the meads and holds up the picture of fruits and veggies from earlier along with a picture of a dead chicken with (raw) next to it. "KAWW" (those undead sound interesting but...) "KAWW" (... I think I've had my fill for a while.)
Daisy rushes to the bar to give the orders and comes back with more ales, meads and beers and awaits any other orders.
A group of guards enters in through the doorway and sits at a table across from yours. Some of them look tired and others bandaged but all of them have a glimmer of happiness even in the face of the solemn tone of the night. They survived and were glad. They would mourn their lost brothers in arms later but tonight they would drink and be thankful. one of them stands up and looks over at your group then back at his fellow guards. "To the defenders of Riverwood" raising a fresh mug of ale. "Aye!" the guards and many of the tavern patrons add and drink from their mugs and glasses.
Yera nods in agreement with Grunting's sentiment, and goes back to her cups. However, when the other defenders of the town come on in to do their own merry making after this victory, she becomes a bit more cheerful. Rising out of her seat with a tired smile, the halfling excuses herself from the table and asks the innkeep to show her to her quarters for the night. When finally alone in her room, Yera gives a silent prayer to her diety, and asks to be given the resolve to fulfill her oath. Although still wary, she is comforted by the strength she saw in her allies, and is able to drift off into peaceful slumber unarmored.
At Daisy's words, the rogue will whisper back very quietly "I'll find ya' later beautiful, thats a promise. Discretion now, yeah?" But he gives her another easy smile, a small tendril of aromatic smoke rising from his nostril giving him an almost draconic appearance.
As Gabriel takes a seat near him and strikes up a conversation, Quentin nods in appreciation of the cleric's praise and raises his mug toward the Aasimar's direction. "Thankee Gabriel, kind words. Your a brave fella' sure nuff, and it's an honor to be fightin' at your side. Yeah an' hey, that goes for all you scamps." The young man raises his mead in each of his companion's directions, "Ya'll are cut from some tough stuff. To yer health." He takes a long pull of mead from his mug and wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve before responding to Gabriel's last comment. "Never could get the hang of an axe m'self. I can chop some wood just fine I reckon, but I'll leave the fightin' with the thang to the professionals." He says with a smile and another nod.
As the exhausted guards take their seats and hoist a toast however, Quentin will right his chair and stand as well, raising his mug in their direction. "To the defenders of Riverwood! Drink and eat up ya'll, everything ya'll want is on me tonight!" The rogue looks over to the barkeep and nods affirmatively and points at himself, indicating that he is absolutely serious about covering their entire tab. He drops back down in his seat and leans back again, then looks over to Yera to address her comment and questions but sees the halfling preparing to retire for the evening. He gives her a friendly nod and a smile instead then takes another gulp of mead from his mug, but his eyes widen considerably and he swallows quickly.
"Oh yeah! I almost forgot, damn my wanderin' mind. I fished this off some o' them rotten sum*****es down by the gate. Looks like some kind a' badge or identification mark or sumthin'. Whadda ya'll think?" With that, Quentin will pull the flap of flesh from his pocket and lay it on the table for the others to see.
Mucor would wave to the guards with a smile at their toast. As Daisey returned the, minotaur look up to her. "I will have a large steak covered with a mound of sauteed mushrooms please!" He would say with a small amount of drool running down into the matted hair running along his chin and down his neck and chest. "If we keep making money the way we have, I am going to be able to buy myself a nice new set of armor... not that they ever seem to stay nice long.." He will say looking down at his rusty dirt covered scale mail. Then a moment later he would break off a large mushroom growing off of the front of his shield like a small shelf and begin gnawing on it until his food arrived.
While wandering over to the innkeep, she hears Quentin's remark about the brand he had found and came back to the table briefly to sate her curiosity. "That came from one of the orcs you say? I mean... it could possibly be the mark of some cult or what not, or maybe a brand of ownership?" (In her years as a soldier fighting off orcish raids in Azuven, did Yera come across any sort of tatoo on any of the orcs she had fought during her tour?)
The guards look up at Gabriel and one of them speaks, "I think you'd have to talk with Jesse but I doubt he'd mind. He'd probably welcome it. I think he's still at the southern gate keeping watch."
(damn it! I was going to have my big dirty mushroom covered minotaur ask for some help relaxing after his bath later just to be super awkward / not fully understanding what was being said but I won't do it now ;P)
The bloodied and battered halfling's face, covered in lines of dirt and sweat, softens a bit but still retains a weariness to it. "A quart of ale, will do just fine" She says looking up at the waitress, "It's been a... a long day." Staring blankly ahead for while longer; she didn't take her armor off this time around. Eventually, amidst other points of conversation, Year pipes up. "So, since we were, eh, interrupted before, do you all want to hear what bounties our dwarf friend and I were able to find? Or is this Jesse Duke's proposition good enough?"
Gabriel swings open the door to the inn and takes a seat beside Quentin. "You shoot well. " The aasimar says to Quentin, removing his iron helmet to reveal a shaved head and discerning grey eyes. The aasimar's age of 48 years is clearly evident on his leathery grey face. "I have some knowledge of the crossbow, but I prefer the feel of the axe. "
Gabriel accepts the 100 gold pieces from Mucor and orders a meal. He has not bothered to change out of his stained robes or leathers, and his bloodstained attire stand a grim testament to the price of battle.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Grunting grabs one of the meads and holds up the picture of fruits and veggies from earlier along with a picture of a dead chicken with (raw) next to it. "KAWW" (those undead sound interesting but...) "KAWW" (... I think I've had my fill for a while.)
Daisy rushes to the bar to give the orders and comes back with more ales, meads and beers and awaits any other orders.
A group of guards enters in through the doorway and sits at a table across from yours. Some of them look tired and others bandaged but all of them have a glimmer of happiness even in the face of the solemn tone of the night. They survived and were glad. They would mourn their lost brothers in arms later but tonight they would drink and be thankful. one of them stands up and looks over at your group then back at his fellow guards. "To the defenders of Riverwood" raising a fresh mug of ale. "Aye!" the guards and many of the tavern patrons add and drink from their mugs and glasses.
Yera nods in agreement with Grunting's sentiment, and goes back to her cups. However, when the other defenders of the town come on in to do their own merry making after this victory, she becomes a bit more cheerful. Rising out of her seat with a tired smile, the halfling excuses herself from the table and asks the innkeep to show her to her quarters for the night. When finally alone in her room, Yera gives a silent prayer to her diety, and asks to be given the resolve to fulfill her oath. Although still wary, she is comforted by the strength she saw in her allies, and is able to drift off into peaceful slumber unarmored.
Gabriel walks over to the guards. "I wish to keep watch with you this night. A vigil for the dead, as well as a service to the living."
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
At Daisy's words, the rogue will whisper back very quietly "I'll find ya' later beautiful, thats a promise. Discretion now, yeah?" But he gives her another easy smile, a small tendril of aromatic smoke rising from his nostril giving him an almost draconic appearance.
As Gabriel takes a seat near him and strikes up a conversation, Quentin nods in appreciation of the cleric's praise and raises his mug toward the Aasimar's direction. "Thankee Gabriel, kind words. Your a brave fella' sure nuff, and it's an honor to be fightin' at your side. Yeah an' hey, that goes for all you scamps." The young man raises his mead in each of his companion's directions, "Ya'll are cut from some tough stuff. To yer health." He takes a long pull of mead from his mug and wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve before responding to Gabriel's last comment. "Never could get the hang of an axe m'self. I can chop some wood just fine I reckon, but I'll leave the fightin' with the thang to the professionals." He says with a smile and another nod.
As the exhausted guards take their seats and hoist a toast however, Quentin will right his chair and stand as well, raising his mug in their direction. "To the defenders of Riverwood! Drink and eat up ya'll, everything ya'll want is on me tonight!" The rogue looks over to the barkeep and nods affirmatively and points at himself, indicating that he is absolutely serious about covering their entire tab. He drops back down in his seat and leans back again, then looks over to Yera to address her comment and questions but sees the halfling preparing to retire for the evening. He gives her a friendly nod and a smile instead then takes another gulp of mead from his mug, but his eyes widen considerably and he swallows quickly.
"Oh yeah! I almost forgot, damn my wanderin' mind. I fished this off some o' them rotten sum*****es down by the gate. Looks like some kind a' badge or identification mark or sumthin'. Whadda ya'll think?" With that, Quentin will pull the flap of flesh from his pocket and lay it on the table for the others to see.
Mucor would wave to the guards with a smile at their toast. As Daisey returned the, minotaur look up to her. "I will have a large steak covered with a mound of sauteed mushrooms please!" He would say with a small amount of drool running down into the matted hair running along his chin and down his neck and chest. "If we keep making money the way we have, I am going to be able to buy myself a nice new set of armor... not that they ever seem to stay nice long.." He will say looking down at his rusty dirt covered scale mail. Then a moment later he would break off a large mushroom growing off of the front of his shield like a small shelf and begin gnawing on it until his food arrived.
While wandering over to the innkeep, she hears Quentin's remark about the brand he had found and came back to the table briefly to sate her curiosity. "That came from one of the orcs you say? I mean... it could possibly be the mark of some cult or what not, or maybe a brand of ownership?" (In her years as a soldier fighting off orcish raids in Azuven, did Yera come across any sort of tatoo on any of the orcs she had fought during her tour?)
(Wisdom or history check)
(Can Mucor hear the quiet conversations between daisey and Quintin?)
(perception check)
(Not sure if this was lost in the flood of posts.)
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Mucor perception 13
The guards look up at Gabriel and one of them speaks, "I think you'd have to talk with Jesse but I doubt he'd mind. He'd probably welcome it. I think he's still at the southern gate keeping watch."
Mucor can't hear all the words but can guess the gist of what was said by the body language.
(damn it! I was going to have my big dirty mushroom covered minotaur ask for some help relaxing after his bath later just to be super awkward / not fully understanding what was being said but I won't do it now ;P)
(for whatever reason Daisy rolled a nat 19 for stealth. Wasn't meant to be but still made me laugh.)
Minotaur chomping sounds@!!
(wrong campaign shiv lol)