"HAH! Ha..heheh..haha.."Earthhand seems genuinely amused by Borek's ribbing, and doubles over for a moment before straightening and patting his beard back down, eyes twinkling. "Stumble on, yeh swaggercock, Oi look ferward ter it."He turns to Ackam, Varris, back to the rest of the party. "Oughtee we be goin'?"
Agency chuckles at the mention of swaggercock. Yes, yes sir swaggercock, do get a move on. You couldn't handle this anyway. She says as she does a quick twirl and with a bit of flair from her tail she looks back over her shoulder and sizes them up and down with her tail. Judging by all of your overcompensation and obsession with the stature of my companions. And without giving the brute a chance to respond she struts over to the area that Nimbus indicated.
The Blackwargs file out, some of them leering at Agency as they do. They head for the door, jostling several other patrons on their way out. Radleff nods again, to no one in particular this time and sits back down. The party makes there way to the back door and you walk through the door into a large private courtyard to find the Tabaxi doing some light stretching. He comes up from being bent double at the hips and begins stretching his arms across his chest to loosen his shoulders.
Now listen, if you insist on rushing me all at once I can't guarantee you'll survive, I won't be able to pull my punches seven on one, you see. But, if you come at me in ones and twos, like civilized people, I promise to send you on your way with hardly any more holes in you than you have now.
He bounces in the balls of his feet and shakes his hands out before cracking his neck.
Subtly casting Guidance, Varris slowly approaches the Tabaxi with an arm outstretched.
I don’t doubt it friend, Varris says with a light chuckle. I wouldn’t consider myself a brawler if you couldn’t tell by the size of my arms. Shaking his arm to highlight its rather thin nature.
Removing his hood and returning his arms into his sleeves, We come as friends. A mutual acquaintance of ours in the Watch suggested we might be able to find you here. We were hoping given your rather.....specialized knowledge, you might be able to help us fill in some gaps in our understanding. (Persuasion)
"Hah! The Tabaxee has foit in 'im, Oi like tha'. I's like moy ramee-rod friend says, we're no' here ter cause treble." Earthhand steps forward and takes a hearty swig out of his flagon of ale. "If'n teh stories be true, what'n yeh sayee is fer certain, and Oi'm roit happy wit' moy current number o' holes meself. Oi can' speak fer all of us. though, mind."He gives Bastion a wink. "Come, pet dewn yer edge aen le'see talk,"he says to the Tabaxi.
Oh thank the gods, this is a nice neighborhood, for me anyway, and I’d like to keep it that way. And I may have been exaggerating a bit about my swordsmanship skills, just a bit, mind you longshanks, he says to Bastion. What are you, anyway? Half Ogre in plate? I feel like I would have heard of you... Alright, so, Desguin sent you, eh? what can I do for my old friend Des? Nimbus hops nimbly up on to a barrel and sits cross legged with his chin in his hand to listen to you.
Recovering, and still slightly embarrassed from his mishap in the bar, Ackam quickly makes a mental note about the Blackwargs before he and his comrades duck through the back door where they meet Nimbus. Breathing in the fresh outside air while standing in the courtyard, Ackam listens to Bastion and Earthhand calm Nimbus's initial suspicions. Ackam'sinebriation starts to wane and he feels the ale fueled fog clouding his senses dissipate. Ackam stays in the back and watches the door (Perception: 4), his hand resting on his two new kukri blades, to make sure no one bursts in while his new drinking buddy and ol' bucket head handle questioning Nimrod.
I was thinking of going rogue, but if you want go ahead, maybe I'll multiclass into bard....
Also, last roll of the night. Let's see if these 1's keep coming up!
Ackam doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary in the courtyard, he does notice Nimbus stare quizzically at Bastion for a moment before smiling and becoming completely at ease as he waits to hear what has brought you hear.
Earthhand steps forward, glad the encounter didn’t progress to violence. He leans on his staff, the totemic carvings of lion, eagle, panther, cobra, and squid gleaming in the light of the alley. “Well, Oi’m sure’ee’ve haerd o’ teh disapperationings all o’er town, we’ve beenee tasked wit’ inveestigatin’ aen our friend Dez saed yeh’d be roit teh person ter talk ter, wot wit’ yer generalee clout aboot teh parts.”Thorok takes a breath, pausing in his explanation, and brightening as he remembers additional details. “Oh tha’s righ’! We integrotated a droo, a righ’ baest o’ a dark elf; he tol’ us his Matron aen auntie was in chaerge o’ teh attacks, seemsee root convenient, if’n yeh ask meh.”
Before we go any further, some of the details we would like to cover with you are a tad bit sensitive. Angency looks around suspiciously. Would you say this is a safe place to discuss without any prying ears?
Nimbus looks around, the windows around looking into the courtyard are all sealed and the steep angle of the slate roof 3 stories up offers no place to hide. I’d say we’re fine as long as were alone out here and no one is shouting. A drow, you say? That fits with what we’ve discerned so far.
Ackam looks up and around the courtyard, eyeing the rooftop. The slight pounding in his head wishes he had another ale on him like Earthhand. His listens to Nimbus and then asks "so ya say ya's been tinking the droos have always been in on all dees disappearances. Our droo squealed that he dinks the entrance to where dey might be taken all dees people is somewheres in da middle of da town. Ya have any idea where dat might be? Also, who do ya tink on de Thirteen might be wantin' to werk wit da droos?"
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Using Guidance while clearing his throat, Varris interjects:
You are looking at the correct strings Ackam... a follow-up or two, if I may. Nimbus, what made you believe that the Drow were involved in the disappearances? During our encounter with four of them in the arena, they mentioned Hobgoblins and a Bugbear as their property. Are they involved in these more... unsavory businesses?
If so, would you happen to know where these transactions might be occurring? I think we might be, dare I say, interested in paying this facility a visit....(Persuasion)
"HAH! Ha..heheh..haha.." Earthhand seems genuinely amused by Borek's ribbing, and doubles over for a moment before straightening and patting his beard back down, eyes twinkling. "Stumble on, yeh swaggercock, Oi look ferward ter it." He turns to Ackam, Varris, back to the rest of the party. "Oughtee we be goin'?"
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
Agency chuckles at the mention of swaggercock. Yes, yes sir swaggercock, do get a move on. You couldn't handle this anyway. She says as she does a quick twirl and with a bit of flair from her tail she looks back over her shoulder and sizes them up and down with her tail. Judging by all of your overcompensation and obsession with the stature of my companions. And without giving the brute a chance to respond she struts over to the area that Nimbus indicated.
The Blackwargs file out, some of them leering at Agency as they do. They head for the door, jostling several other patrons on their way out. Radleff nods again, to no one in particular this time and sits back down. The party makes there way to the back door and you walk through the door into a large private courtyard to find the Tabaxi doing some light stretching. He comes up from being bent double at the hips and begins stretching his arms across his chest to loosen his shoulders.
Now listen, if you insist on rushing me all at once I can't guarantee you'll survive, I won't be able to pull my punches seven on one, you see. But, if you come at me in ones and twos, like civilized people, I promise to send you on your way with hardly any more holes in you than you have now.
He bounces in the balls of his feet and shakes his hands out before cracking his neck.
Alright, how are we doing this?
Subtly casting Guidance, Varris slowly approaches the Tabaxi with an arm outstretched.
I don’t doubt it friend, Varris says with a light chuckle. I wouldn’t consider myself a brawler if you couldn’t tell by the size of my arms. Shaking his arm to highlight its rather thin nature.
Removing his hood and returning his arms into his sleeves, We come as friends. A mutual acquaintance of ours in the Watch suggested we might be able to find you here. We were hoping given your rather.....specialized knowledge, you might be able to help us fill in some gaps in our understanding. (Persuasion)
Persuasion: 9 + 3
Awell there ain't no rolls for the wicked, twenties don't grow on treeeeees
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
Metal pops as BASTION cracks its freshly oiled knuckles.
"Desguin told us we could find you here. We are here simply to ask questions, but if you insist on making that difficult - I will catch you, cat."
10 : Intimidation
"Hah! The Tabaxee has foit in 'im, Oi like tha'. I's like moy ramee-rod friend says, we're no' here ter cause treble." Earthhand steps forward and takes a hearty swig out of his flagon of ale. "If'n teh stories be true, what'n yeh sayee is fer certain, and Oi'm roit happy wit' moy current number o' holes meself. Oi can' speak fer all of us. though, mind." He gives Bastion a wink. "Come, pet dewn yer edge aen le'see talk," he says to the Tabaxi.
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
Oh thank the gods, this is a nice neighborhood, for me anyway, and I’d like to keep it that way. And I may have been exaggerating a bit about my swordsmanship skills, just a bit, mind you longshanks, he says to Bastion. What are you, anyway? Half Ogre in plate? I feel like I would have heard of you... Alright, so, Desguin sent you, eh? what can I do for my old friend Des? Nimbus hops nimbly up on to a barrel and sits cross legged with his chin in his hand to listen to you.
"I appreciate you not making that difficult.
I like cats.
I used to have a cat."
BASTION takes a seat and looks out the window. Lost in some memory.
is anyone planning on multiclassing into rogue?
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
Recovering, and still slightly embarrassed from his mishap in the bar, Ackam quickly makes a mental note about the Blackwargs before he and his comrades duck through the back door where they meet Nimbus. Breathing in the fresh outside air while standing in the courtyard, Ackam listens to Bastion and Earthhand calm Nimbus's initial suspicions. Ackam's inebriation starts to wane and he feels the ale fueled fog clouding his senses dissipate. Ackam stays in the back and watches the door (Perception: 4), his hand resting on his two new kukri blades, to make sure no one bursts in while his new drinking buddy and ol' bucket head handle questioning Nimrod.
I was thinking of going rogue, but if you want go ahead, maybe I'll multiclass into bard....
Also, last roll of the night. Let's see if these 1's keep coming up!
Well feck me, that makes seven 1's in a day.....
Ackam shakes his head freeing it from the booze fog and refocuses on watching their backs.
Perception reroll for Luck: 20
Hairyfoot luck here we go!
Ackam doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary in the courtyard, he does notice Nimbus stare quizzically at Bastion for a moment before smiling and becoming completely at ease as he waits to hear what has brought you hear.
Earthhand steps forward, glad the encounter didn’t progress to violence. He leans on his staff, the totemic carvings of lion, eagle, panther, cobra, and squid gleaming in the light of the alley. “Well, Oi’m sure’ee’ve haerd o’ teh disapperationings all o’er town, we’ve beenee tasked wit’ inveestigatin’ aen our friend Dez saed yeh’d be roit teh person ter talk ter, wot wit’ yer generalee clout aboot teh parts.” Thorok takes a breath, pausing in his explanation, and brightening as he remembers additional details. “Oh tha’s righ’! We integrotated a droo, a righ’ baest o’ a dark elf; he tol’ us his Matron aen auntie was in chaerge o’ teh attacks, seemsee root convenient, if’n yeh ask meh.”
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
Before we go any further, some of the details we would like to cover with you are a tad bit sensitive. Angency looks around suspiciously. Would you say this is a safe place to discuss without any prying ears?
Nimbus looks around, the windows around looking into the courtyard are all sealed and the steep angle of the slate roof 3 stories up offers no place to hide. I’d say we’re fine as long as were alone out here and no one is shouting. A drow, you say? That fits with what we’ve discerned so far.
"Ah! Yes..." Earthhand looks around conspiratorially, pressing his finger to his nose conspicuously.
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 looks up and around the courtyard, eyeing the rooftop. The slight pounding in his head wishes he had another ale on him like Earthhand. His listens to Nimbus and then asks "so ya say ya's been tinking the droos have always been in on all dees disappearances. Our droo squealed that he dinks the entrance to where dey might be taken all dees people is somewheres in da middle of da town. Ya have any idea where dat might be? Also, who do ya tink on de Thirteen might be wantin' to werk wit da droos?"
Using Guidance while clearing his throat, Varris interjects:
You are looking at the correct strings Ackam... a follow-up or two, if I may. Nimbus, what made you believe that the Drow were involved in the disappearances? During our encounter with four of them in the arena, they mentioned Hobgoblins and a Bugbear as their property. Are they involved in these more... unsavory businesses?
If so, would you happen to know where these transactions might be occurring? I think we might be, dare I say, interested in paying this facility a visit....(Persuasion)
Persuasion: 21