Nimbus stands up from the table and sees the group of you looking at him. He narrows his eyes in consideration. Well, my good sirs, I've taken enough of your coin for the evening. Plus, your starting to take it back and I cannot have that. He slaps a couple of them on the back and finishes his drink. Shall I reserve the table again tomorrow? Narsis, I know your wife wants you out of the house. This last comment draws more laughter from the men at the table and they all respond that they'll be there tomorrow to win their money back from the tabaxi. Nimbus laughs and looks up in consideration, his eyes flicker over the group before he locks gazes with Agency, with a mysterious smile he nods to the back door of the Inn. He indicates that the party should follow him and makes his way toward it.
Ackamsaunters in the bar, his buzz making him feel extra confident. Upon entering the bar he looks around and a grin crawls across his face. "Now dis is my kind o' place!" he announces to no one in particular and walks over to the bar. Eyeing the bartender, he gets his attention, orders himself a mug of ale (-2cp), and after receiving the full mug he turns and leans against the bar, sips his ale and scans the room (Perception: 4). As the others come in and join him he looks in the direction that Agency is looking, hears what he says and notices Nimbus. He then says, "Aye, Agency, ya may be right,"and starts to get up to go join the game, but before he makes it over Nimbus gets up from the table, eyes the party, and gestures to a back door. Ackamturns to his party, shrugs, takes another swig, and follows Nimbus towards the back.
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Still a little foggy from drinking before, Ackam doesn't notice anything special, because of because of halfling luck, Ackamtries scanning the room again (Perception: 14).
Ackam doesn't notice anything beyond the obvious about the room, and only due to his hafling luck does he avoid treading on the foot of a hulking half-orc. His luck runs out on his next step however when he trips and spills his new ale all over a rough looking man with a close cropped hair and scars from what appear to be knives crisscrossing the stubble on his face and head, sitting at a table of rough looking men. He looks down at his shirt and then up(ish) at Ackam. Half pint spills full pint on Borek? Watch your step, little man. Maybe someone step on you.
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"Wheddeyeh thenk lads aen lassies?"Thorok says, casting his gaze about the bar ultimately to land upon the feline humanoid as he stands up and gestures to the back. "Seemsee our contact's havin' quite teh night o' fortune, Oi hope it dennat continue at ouree expense...Half in size, fullee in spirit, haHA! Oi thenk Oi'll join yeh fer a quickee round, hairyfoot!" Earthhand casts a glance about the party. "Caen' be quitten all at once, Oi'll end up dead in teh gutter." He walks to the bar, purchases a mug (-2cp) and follows Ackam and Nimbus out the back, turning to give Agency a wink and casting a final glance about the bar.
Earthhand, you don't see anything out of the ordinary, in the common room, but you notice a half a moment before he trips over his feet into the rough lads table, you reach out to stop him but remember you have a tankard in your hand and can only watch as the drunken halfling spills beer all over the angry fella.
Ackam picks himself and wipes the spilled alcohol from his leather vest. When he hears the half-orc Ackam looks up and with a scowl says, "who da feck are you callin' a half-pint ya fecken ugly half-breed! It looks like yer betta half ran down ya mother's legs!"
The half-orc looks at Ackam in surprise, he takes in the situation. seeing the man at the next table covered in beer and realizing that Ackam in his drunkenness thinks he issued the threat. His eyes narrow at the insult. His huge frame seems to fill the room as he stands up. I have no control over my parentage, halfling, as it seems you have no control over you manners. Or your feet, for that matter. Say what you will of Radleff Twokegs, I've been called worse, and likely will again, your words or those of any other have no bearing on me. I know who I am. He looks at the rough looking man at the next table. If you have a problem, Borek, take it outside. He looks back to Ackam. Seek peace, halfling. With that he turns his back, sits back down and continues drinking and talking with his friends.
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Ackam, confused, looks up and realizes he threw his insults at an innocent man. Embarrased, Ackam quickly turns to the scarred Borek and says, "with a face like dat I wouldn't be callin' nobody names, fella. You make that half-orc," Ackam points at Twokegs, "look like prince feckin charmin'. Now apologize fer taken up so much room dat ya made me spill me drink!"
Borek looks back at his friends, they smirk and look at each other and then begin sizing up the party. Borek begins to say something then locks eyes with Radleff over Ackam's shoulder. I am sorry, HALF-ling sorry you are a clumsy fool. And I am sorry that Twokegs didn't crush you like an insect, I used to love watching him crush things. And I am sorry that you've put me and my friends off the taste of our ale with quimly whingings. He stands and looks to his friends. Come, Blackwargs, Twokegs doesn't want trouble in the roost tonight. Borek and the rest of his gang get up to leave. See you around, Half-arse.
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"Ackam, Ackam! Pet yer cock away, yer makin' a ass o' yerself."Earthhand pauses and winks at Twokegs, somehow managing to end up with one eye on the half-orc and the other on Borek. "Fellas, yeh'll pardonee a droonken halfling his poor maenners, if'n yeh'cd be so koind. If'n Oi may say, in moy travels Oi meeself've come across a pair o' full blooded orcs, teh best hide-drummers yeh'd ever hear, and lordee their chants broughtee such a foir in moy heart."
Persuasion: 9
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
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Seeing the scene unfolding in front of him, Varris subtly casts Guidance on himself as he unassumingly walks up to the increasingly belligerent Halfling. Placing his right hand on Ackam’s left shoulder, Varris smiles at Twokegs while pinching Ackam’s shoulder and says: Friend, I am very sorry for the inconvenience here. My friend and I have had quite the day today to say the least....we won’t be of any bother. Looking back at Ackam he continues, we were just about to go meet a friend weren’t we? (Persuasion)
Persuasion: 25 + 1
ON mobile and not sure if I did the original dice roll correctly so I split it. Feel free to do as you see fit.
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Ackam feels the hands on his new friends on his shoulder and arm and looks to see Earthhand and Varris and hears their words through his red hot ears. "Aye, aye,"he says to Varris about meeting a friend and then looks back at the Blackwarg gang and before he leaves says "Yer feckin lucky me friend held me back and I hope ta be seein' ya soon" and he flashes them a toothy grin. As the Blackwargs gang leaves Ackam tries remember anything about them from short time he was a bare-knuckle fighter in Olber (History: 8). He then turns to his friends and says "apologees, mates. Ya can't back down in a place like this or everyone here will run roughshod over ya." He tugs at his leather vest and says, "let's go see our fella in da back."
Borek and his friends switch their focus to Earthhand. Another Half-arse. Put these two together you have one ass-whole. The Blackwargs laugh at their leaders joke. What a group you are two half arses, a giant in armor, how'd you fall in with these, I wonder. A demontouched, fiery, I imagine. I like fire. He looks at Augustus You'd be right pretty if you shaved that beard, sweetheart. Elf, you're fine, you find Borek if you wonder what real man is like. Yes, we'll be seeing you all, I think. Radleff rejoins the conversation You should leave now, Borek, take your pack with you.
Ackam feels the hands on his new friends on his shoulder and arm and looks to see Earthhand and Varris and hears their words through his red hot ears. "Aye, aye,"he says to Varris about meeting a friend and then looks back at the Blackwarg gang and before he leaves says "Yer feckin lucky me friend held me back and I hope ta be seein' ya soon" and he flashes them a toothy grin. As the Blackwargs gang leaves Ackam tries remember anything about them from short time he was a bare-knuckle fighter in Olber (History: 17). He then turns to his friends and says "apologees, mates. Ya can't back down in a place like this or everyone here will run roughshod over ya." He tugs at his leather vest and says, "let's go see our fella in da back."
Ackam, you remember hearing about the Blackwargs during your time in the bare-knuckle fighting circuit, they're a low level gang in the city known for being particularly nasty. You seem to remember a story about them taking particularly nasty revenge on a family that slighted them a ways back. Something that neither the Watch or the Thieves guild could quite pin on them.
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Seeing the scene unfolding in front of him, Varris subtly casts Guidance on himself as he unassumingly walks up to the increasingly belligerent Halfling. Placing his right hand on Ackam’s left shoulder, Varris smiles at Twokegs while pinching Ackam’s shoulder and says: Friend, I am very sorry for the inconvenience here. My friend and I have had quite the day today to say the least....we won’t be of any bother. Looking back at Ackam he continues, we were just about to go meet a friend weren’t we? (Persuasion)
Persuasion: 13 + 1
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Radleff looks at Varris, considers him for a moment and nods.
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Nimbus stands up from the table and sees the group of you looking at him. He narrows his eyes in consideration. Well, my good sirs, I've taken enough of your coin for the evening. Plus, your starting to take it back and I cannot have that. He slaps a couple of them on the back and finishes his drink. Shall I reserve the table again tomorrow? Narsis, I know your wife wants you out of the house. This last comment draws more laughter from the men at the table and they all respond that they'll be there tomorrow to win their money back from the tabaxi. Nimbus laughs and looks up in consideration, his eyes flicker over the group before he locks gazes with Agency, with a mysterious smile he nods to the back door of the Inn. He indicates that the party should follow him and makes his way toward it.
Ackam saunters in the bar, his buzz making him feel extra confident. Upon entering the bar he looks around and a grin crawls across his face. "Now dis is my kind o' place!" he announces to no one in particular and walks over to the bar. Eyeing the bartender, he gets his attention, orders himself a mug of ale (-2cp), and after receiving the full mug he turns and leans against the bar, sips his ale and scans the room (Perception: 4). As the others come in and join him he looks in the direction that Agency is looking, hears what he says and notices Nimbus. He then says, "Aye, Agency, ya may be right," and starts to get up to go join the game, but before he makes it over Nimbus gets up from the table, eyes the party, and gestures to a back door. Ackam turns to his party, shrugs, takes another swig, and follows Nimbus towards the back.
Still a little foggy from drinking before, Ackam doesn't notice anything special, because of because of halfling luck, Ackam tries scanning the room again (Perception: 14).
Wow, two 1's in a row.....
Ackam doesn't notice anything beyond the obvious about the room, and only due to his hafling luck does he avoid treading on the foot of a hulking half-orc. His luck runs out on his next step however when he trips and spills his new ale all over a rough looking man with a close cropped hair and scars from what appear to be knives crisscrossing the stubble on his face and head, sitting at a table of rough looking men. He looks down at his shirt and then up(ish) at Ackam. Half pint spills full pint on Borek? Watch your step, little man. Maybe someone step on you.
"Wheddeyeh thenk lads aen lassies?" Thorok says, casting his gaze about the bar ultimately to land upon the feline humanoid as he stands up and gestures to the back. "Seemsee our contact's havin' quite teh night o' fortune, Oi hope it dennat continue at ouree expense...Half in size, fullee in spirit, haHA! Oi thenk Oi'll join yeh fer a quickee round, hairyfoot!" Earthhand casts a glance about the party. "Caen' be quitten all at once, Oi'll end up dead in teh gutter." He walks to the bar, purchases a mug (-2cp) and follows Ackam and Nimbus out the back, turning to give Agency a wink and casting a final glance about the bar.
Perception: 17
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Earthhand, you don't see anything out of the ordinary, in the common room, but you notice a half a moment before he trips over his feet into the rough lads table, you reach out to stop him but remember you have a tankard in your hand and can only watch as the drunken halfling spills beer all over the angry fella.
No dex save with my free hand? ;)
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Ackam picks himself and wipes the spilled alcohol from his leather vest. When he hears the half-orc Ackam looks up and with a scowl says, "who da feck are you callin' a half-pint ya fecken ugly half-breed! It looks like yer betta half ran down ya mother's legs!"
The half-orc looks at Ackam in surprise, he takes in the situation. seeing the man at the next table covered in beer and realizing that Ackam in his drunkenness thinks he issued the threat. His eyes narrow at the insult. His huge frame seems to fill the room as he stands up. I have no control over my parentage, halfling, as it seems you have no control over you manners. Or your feet, for that matter. Say what you will of Radleff Twokegs, I've been called worse, and likely will again, your words or those of any other have no bearing on me. I know who I am. He looks at the rough looking man at the next table. If you have a problem, Borek, take it outside. He looks back to Ackam. Seek peace, halfling. With that he turns his back, sits back down and continues drinking and talking with his friends.
Ackam, confused, looks up and realizes he threw his insults at an innocent man. Embarrased, Ackam quickly turns to the scarred Borek and says, "with a face like dat I wouldn't be callin' nobody names, fella. You make that half-orc," Ackam points at Twokegs, "look like prince feckin charmin'. Now apologize fer taken up so much room dat ya made me spill me drink!"
Intimidation: 9
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Borek looks back at his friends, they smirk and look at each other and then begin sizing up the party. Borek begins to say something then locks eyes with Radleff over Ackam's shoulder. I am sorry, HALF-ling sorry you are a clumsy fool. And I am sorry that Twokegs didn't crush you like an insect, I used to love watching him crush things. And I am sorry that you've put me and my friends off the taste of our ale with quimly whingings. He stands and looks to his friends. Come, Blackwargs, Twokegs doesn't want trouble in the roost tonight. Borek and the rest of his gang get up to leave. See you around, Half-arse.
But they made for some fun off the cuff story! There's a gang called the Blackwargs now!
"Ackam, Ackam! Pet yer cock away, yer makin' a ass o' yerself." Earthhand pauses and winks at Twokegs, somehow managing to end up with one eye on the half-orc and the other on Borek. "Fellas, yeh'll pardonee a droonken halfling his poor maenners, if'n yeh'cd be so koind. If'n Oi may say, in moy travels Oi meeself've come across a pair o' full blooded orcs, teh best hide-drummers yeh'd ever hear, and lordee their chants broughtee such a foir in moy heart."
Persuasion: 9
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Seeing the scene unfolding in front of him, Varris subtly casts Guidance on himself as he unassumingly walks up to the increasingly belligerent Halfling. Placing his right hand on Ackam’s left shoulder, Varris smiles at Twokegs while pinching Ackam’s shoulder and says: Friend, I am very sorry for the inconvenience here. My friend and I have had quite the day today to say the least....we won’t be of any bother. Looking back at Ackam he continues, we were just about to go meet a friend weren’t we? (Persuasion)
Persuasion: 25 + 1
ON mobile and not sure if I did the original dice roll correctly so I split it. Feel free to do as you see fit.
Ackam feels the hands on his new friends on his shoulder and arm and looks to see Earthhand and Varris and hears their words through his red hot ears. "Aye, aye," he says to Varris about meeting a friend and then looks back at the Blackwarg gang and before he leaves says "Yer feckin lucky me friend held me back and I hope ta be seein' ya soon" and he flashes them a toothy grin. As the Blackwargs gang leaves Ackam tries remember anything about them from short time he was a bare-knuckle fighter in Olber (History: 8). He then turns to his friends and says "apologees, mates. Ya can't back down in a place like this or everyone here will run roughshod over ya." He tugs at his leather vest and says, "let's go see our fella in da back."
Borek and his friends switch their focus to Earthhand. Another Half-arse. Put these two together you have one ass-whole. The Blackwargs laugh at their leaders joke. What a group you are two half arses, a giant in armor, how'd you fall in with these, I wonder. A demontouched, fiery, I imagine. I like fire. He looks at Augustus You'd be right pretty if you shaved that beard, sweetheart. Elf, you're fine, you find Borek if you wonder what real man is like. Yes, we'll be seeing you all, I think. Radleff rejoins the conversation You should leave now, Borek, take your pack with you.
Ackam, you remember hearing about the Blackwargs during your time in the bare-knuckle fighting circuit, they're a low level gang in the city known for being particularly nasty. You seem to remember a story about them taking particularly nasty revenge on a family that slighted them a ways back. Something that neither the Watch or the Thieves guild could quite pin on them.
Radleff looks at Varris, considers him for a moment and nods.