Quentin nods to Yera and exhales another drag of smoke, "Yep, cut it off one o' them bastards m'self. Cult or brand might make some kinda sense, if'n ya reckon someone was behind bringin' them rascals back t'life an all. Maybe Mr. Duke'll have seen sumthin' like it if none o' ya'll recognize it, what with him bein' involved with the town's defenses an' all."
"By the by Yera," The rogue continues, "Mucor n' me heard tell about a scountin' party done went missin' a lil bit back at a mine just out yonder. S'pposed to be infested with Orcs n' Goblins and whatnot. Figured we'd let ya'll know about that when ya brought up what ya'll might've found at the bounty board."
Yera furrowed her brow at Quentin's mention of a mine, "A mine you say? There was a posting that told of a dwarven mining operation with what they called problems. Weird..." She leans in, her elbow on the table and her hand on her chin. "Hmm. Well, regardless, there was a posting of another town with a goblin issue, common stuff. But what really got me was that there was a bounty to slay a dragon, a young one. A town called Asheborn's got that trouble someways to the north. That's pretty much it."
After speaking her peace, Yera looks back upon the branded strip of flesh. "I'll make a copy of the design, we'll show it to Duke in the morning. Or you can do it now of your own accord." Using the supplies she had bought earlier in the day, Yera recreates a modest depiction of the mark, and files it away neatly in her backpack, and stands up straight with an exaggerated yawn. "Well I'm tired as all the nine hells, see you all in the morning?"
Yera doesn't immediately recall the tattoo but in the night she dreams and remembers scenes from her previous battles. Almost in slow motion she can see the tattoo on the orc that she slays and on another lying on the ground. The orcs she fought previously and the ones they killed today are somehow connected.
One of the guards looks up to Gabriel and says,"Last I saw him he was on the southern gate"
Once the minotaurs food arrived, he would make quick work of the meal, letting the sauce from the sauteed mushrooms run down his face and stick to his hairy beard. Once finished eating... Mucor would excuse himself from the table and flag down the barkeep. "Excuse me, I was wondering if I could get a warm bath" The minotaur would say scratching behind his large ear causing bits of dirt, fur, and spores to land on the counter top.
Gabriel takes his leave of his companions and walks into the chill night air. He dons the grim iron helm and adjusts his axe, slung across his back, before heading in the direction of the southern gate.
“But of course. Your rooms share a private bath house. “ says the barkeep to Mucor. “Your room key will open the door and the water is already prepared.”
The rest of the food and drinks are spread across the table for your enjoyment.
Gabriel walks up the stairs and approaches Jesse. “Ah yes, Gabriel wasn’t it? What can I do for you?”’
"I have come to stand vigil for the fallen and keep watch lest the undead hordes return. The night is wasted in slumber." Gabriel says, holding out a gloved hand. "I believe my companions have already made your acquaintance, and you seem to already have knowledge of me. There is little more to say in the way of introduction."
Mucor will make his way to the bath, removing his armor, weapons, and backpack before climbing into the tub. As the large hairy beast submerges himself into the large tub, the water quickly starts to change to a dark brown color and a strange sheen appears floating on top. While in the water, the minotaur will use druidcraft to create multiple puffs of wind under the water... resulting in his bath turning into a Jacuzzi.
Seeing most of the party getting ready to adjourn for the evening, Quentin finishes his mead and snuffs his cigarillo out on the sole of his boot. "Welp, if'n ya'll are fixin' to retire for the evening, I s'ppose I'll be doin the same. We'll all meet down here come mornin', yeah? Gotta get a whole lotta sleep afore we git goin on whatever it is Mr. Duke needs from us t'morrow. Yep... lotta sleepin' to do, yep yep."
The slender rake stands up and stretches like a lynx, runs his fingers through his blonde hair and makes a gesture of farewell to the table of guards. He takes the tattoo'd flesh and returns it to a pouch at his side then makes his way over to the barkeep and places 10 gold coins on the counter before her, insisting again that anything those guards wanted for the evening was his treat. If that amount didn't cover it, he'd be glad to settle up in the morning. Quentin flashes the barkeep a charming smile before turning away, but rather than heading upstairs he winds his way between the chairs and tables to where Daisy is working and leans in close, whispering, amongst other things, his room number quietly in her ear. The rogue steps back and gives her another flashing smile and a coy wink full of unspoken promises, then he turns and makes his way toward his room for the night.
Jesse grabs Gabriel's hand in the manliest handshake that has occurred in over 20 years. "I appreciate that" Jesse says. "Your group is strong I hope strong enough. I have a difficult task and a favor to ask but will wait until your whole group is present to ask it. Too many men fell today... but many more were saved by your group's actions. I can't thank you enough for that. Most of these men aren't prepared for the battle coming for them" The watch passes uneventful and the pit fire slowly dies.
Mucor's bath is glorious and refreshing. Exactly what he wished for. However the barkeep or maid unlucky enough to have the task of replacing the water will not have as grand a time. The dirt turns to mud and coat the lining of the water basin. The spore create a kind of mold stain into the ceramic walls and will require some scrubbing to remove.
Grunting passes the night in an adventurous all be it restful slumber.
Quentin waits the better part of an hour before Daisy's duties are finished and he hears a light tapping at his door.
Only Onyx remains at the table with his glasses of whiskey.
(Each of you that completes a long rest will level up. Gabriel could still keep watch at the gate and rest in the guard tower. It's setup for that with 4 guards on duty.)
(Atta girl Daisy, lol)
Quentin nods to Yera and exhales another drag of smoke, "Yep, cut it off one o' them bastards m'self. Cult or brand might make some kinda sense, if'n ya reckon someone was behind bringin' them rascals back t'life an all. Maybe Mr. Duke'll have seen sumthin' like it if none o' ya'll recognize it, what with him bein' involved with the town's defenses an' all."
"By the by Yera," The rogue continues, "Mucor n' me heard tell about a scountin' party done went missin' a lil bit back at a mine just out yonder. S'pposed to be infested with Orcs n' Goblins and whatnot. Figured we'd let ya'll know about that when ya brought up what ya'll might've found at the bounty board."
Wisdom 17
Yera furrowed her brow at Quentin's mention of a mine, "A mine you say? There was a posting that told of a dwarven mining operation with what they called problems. Weird..." She leans in, her elbow on the table and her hand on her chin. "Hmm. Well, regardless, there was a posting of another town with a goblin issue, common stuff. But what really got me was that there was a bounty to slay a dragon, a young one. A town called Asheborn's got that trouble someways to the north. That's pretty much it."
After speaking her peace, Yera looks back upon the branded strip of flesh. "I'll make a copy of the design, we'll show it to Duke in the morning. Or you can do it now of your own accord." Using the supplies she had bought earlier in the day, Yera recreates a modest depiction of the mark, and files it away neatly in her backpack, and stands up straight with an exaggerated yawn. "Well I'm tired as all the nine hells, see you all in the morning?"
Gabriel nods. "My thanks, friends. " He returns to the table.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Yera doesn't immediately recall the tattoo but in the night she dreams and remembers scenes from her previous battles. Almost in slow motion she can see the tattoo on the orc that she slays and on another lying on the ground. The orcs she fought previously and the ones they killed today are somehow connected.
One of the guards looks up to Gabriel and says,"Last I saw him he was on the southern gate"
Once the minotaurs food arrived, he would make quick work of the meal, letting the sauce from the sauteed mushrooms run down his face and stick to his hairy beard. Once finished eating... Mucor would excuse himself from the table and flag down the barkeep. "Excuse me, I was wondering if I could get a warm bath" The minotaur would say scratching behind his large ear causing bits of dirt, fur, and spores to land on the counter top.
Gabriel takes his leave of his companions and walks into the chill night air. He dons the grim iron helm and adjusts his axe, slung across his back, before heading in the direction of the southern gate.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Grunting goes over with Mucor, also wanting a nice bath to wash his feathers,
“But of course. Your rooms share a private bath house. “ says the barkeep to Mucor. “Your room key will open the door and the water is already prepared.”
The rest of the food and drinks are spread across the table for your enjoyment.
Gabriel walks up the stairs and approaches Jesse. “Ah yes, Gabriel wasn’t it? What can I do for you?”’
"I have come to stand vigil for the fallen and keep watch lest the undead hordes return. The night is wasted in slumber." Gabriel says, holding out a gloved hand. "I believe my companions have already made your acquaintance, and you seem to already have knowledge of me. There is little more to say in the way of introduction."
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Mucor will make his way to the bath, removing his armor, weapons, and backpack before climbing into the tub. As the large hairy beast submerges himself into the large tub, the water quickly starts to change to a dark brown color and a strange sheen appears floating on top. While in the water, the minotaur will use druidcraft to create multiple puffs of wind under the water... resulting in his bath turning into a Jacuzzi.
Seeing most of the party getting ready to adjourn for the evening, Quentin finishes his mead and snuffs his cigarillo out on the sole of his boot. "Welp, if'n ya'll are fixin' to retire for the evening, I s'ppose I'll be doin the same. We'll all meet down here come mornin', yeah? Gotta get a whole lotta sleep afore we git goin on whatever it is Mr. Duke needs from us t'morrow. Yep... lotta sleepin' to do, yep yep."
The slender rake stands up and stretches like a lynx, runs his fingers through his blonde hair and makes a gesture of farewell to the table of guards. He takes the tattoo'd flesh and returns it to a pouch at his side then makes his way over to the barkeep and places 10 gold coins on the counter before her, insisting again that anything those guards wanted for the evening was his treat. If that amount didn't cover it, he'd be glad to settle up in the morning. Quentin flashes the barkeep a charming smile before turning away, but rather than heading upstairs he winds his way between the chairs and tables to where Daisy is working and leans in close, whispering, amongst other things, his room number quietly in her ear. The rogue steps back and gives her another flashing smile and a coy wink full of unspoken promises, then he turns and makes his way toward his room for the night.
(10/10, my friend. I applaud your use of contemporary references.)
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Grunting retreats to his room and takes a bath. he washes up quickly and goes to bed. dreaming of grandeur and adventures to come.
(nice)
(we are totally leveling up tonight right :D I mean we definitally killed a ton of enemies all by ourselves :P)
Jesse grabs Gabriel's hand in the manliest handshake that has occurred in over 20 years. "I appreciate that" Jesse says. "Your group is strong I hope strong enough. I have a difficult task and a favor to ask but will wait until your whole group is present to ask it. Too many men fell today... but many more were saved by your group's actions. I can't thank you enough for that. Most of these men aren't prepared for the battle coming for them" The watch passes uneventful and the pit fire slowly dies.
Mucor's bath is glorious and refreshing. Exactly what he wished for. However the barkeep or maid unlucky enough to have the task of replacing the water will not have as grand a time. The dirt turns to mud and coat the lining of the water basin. The spore create a kind of mold stain into the ceramic walls and will require some scrubbing to remove.
Grunting passes the night in an adventurous all be it restful slumber.
Quentin waits the better part of an hour before Daisy's duties are finished and he hears a light tapping at his door.
Only Onyx remains at the table with his glasses of whiskey.
(Each of you that completes a long rest will level up. Gabriel could still keep watch at the gate and rest in the guard tower. It's setup for that with 4 guards on duty.)
Quentin lets her in and the light's dim.
Quentin has a night of merriment.
(Is there a god of redemption in this universe? I don't have a name for the one Yera follows.)
(Also hp increase roll: 8)