Bartender, dwarf you're talking to, two laborers at another table, a passed out sailor snoring at the back, and three young toughs at another table. So eight. Place could hold twenty easy, thirty packed.
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Jorin feels the eyes of the patrons looking at him and his companions. He calls out to the bartender, "Make that a even, or rather, odd, thirteen drinks. One of each of the Skewer's faithful. On my coin, and on behalf of us." He gestures to the rest of the group.
The bartender raises his eyebrows, but gets busy. Big tankards for everyone! They will come eventually, during your conversation with the dwarf. Jorin, that'll be six shards (sp).
Everyone appreciates the drinks, except the passed out sailor. The two laborers toast Jorin's health.
The dwarf in front of you says, "Na that's nice gesture! What brings ye to the Skewer?"
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The dwarf talking to her takes the edge off of Ilena's discomfort but she remains between Jorin and Drusk, her hands folded loosely in her lap. She fakes a little laugh and replies.
"But of course, when it comes to drink I am as bottomless as the Dark Abyss." Her voice drips with sarcasm. She wasn't planning on drinking anymore tonight anyway, but if and when the drinks do arrive she sneers at the grime on the mug and slides hers over to one of her companions.
"Thank you Jorin, very generous, but I'm not sure I should." She waits patiently, trying to keep her senses open without being too obvious.
Addressing the dwarf "Well, I'm new in town and my friends here are taking me on a pub crawl across the wards." She smiles at him meekly. "We were supposed to meet someone here though... a friend of a friend. What was his name again? ... Florb... Floop.. Fl something?"
Feels an awful lot like deception so I'll just go ahead and roll : 13
Ilena chews her lip for a moment, wishing she had thought to ask Volo for a description of his friend.
"Our friend said that the two of them were not regulars, but dropped in two nights ago. If he's anything like the other man, he would have been a bit foppish... Oh, I think I got it, might it have been Floon?"
She looks around at her companions, she appears to actually not be quite sure.
Drusk decides to adopt the dopey, gruff half-orc voice to talk to the dwarf: "Crunch want find friend Blagmaar. Crunch like his name. He keep Crunch calm, not break things." (Does a deliberate double take at the state of the Dragon.) "Maybe you need friend like Floon Blagmaar too."
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"Oh, that floppy man? Yeah, he were 'ere... what two nights past? He were with..." and he gets a crafty, if inebriated, look on his face. "Well, now I cannot rightly remember who he were with..."
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Jorin takes a sip from his cup, then slides Ileva's cup accross the table to the Dwarf. He folds his hands on top of the table in front of him and leans in.
"The village of my tribe lies in the Frost Hills. It is cold, rugged, and has many dangers. We use wolves as guardian animals, you know, to keep watch in the dark night." He pauses to take another sip, his eyes cast down on the cup he pushed across the table, then continues, "Now, wolves are smart, and proud, they do not do our bidding for free. Most wolves are happy to eat fresh meat and keep watch by the cook fire. But some wolves, " his eyes move up from the cup and lock onto the Dwarf's eyes, "Some wolves eat the meat, and then resist the hand that fed them." Jorin's eyes narrow as he says, "Those wolves, well, they get the stick."
The dwarf's eyes get bigger and bigger as Jorin's story goes on, and he blinks (in a different way) when it ends with the stick. "Uh, sure, yeh." He pulls the second tankard of ale closer to him, deciding maybe that's all the payment he gets tonight. "Sure, yer guy was 'ere, two nights back, dicin' and drinking with some floppy friend o' his. But that one left, an yer Floober, he stayed on a bit. Then that no good Renaer Neverember shown up, an it looks like they is friends, and that means he ain't no friend o' ours!" He looks at Jorin, "Not that ye aren't friend...ly... an, anyway, the Neverember whelp he done taken his friend an they left together."
OOC > Renaer Neverember is the famous son of Lord Neverember, once Open Lord in Waterdeep, now Protector or some such of Neverwinter, who was ousted by the current Open Lord just three years ago because he didn't care about Waterdeep. Basically, Renaer is the son of a traitor to Waterdeep, and even the scum of Waterdeep love their home fiercely. One NPC Guide coming up! :)
"Ha ha, dwarf had to be reminded about guy named Neveremember!"
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The dwarf replies, "Naw, I dunno what they might'a been doing."
One of the laborers at the other table pipes up, "You don't remember 'cause you were drunk. When they left, a couple o' the boys that drink here got up and followed them out. I figured there was no good come of that, and here you are: no good." But he raises his free tankard in salute.
The bartender rolls his eyes at that, and the three guys at the other table crouch together to talk about... something.
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The dwarf squints blearily at the three guys. "Nope, not them."
The laborer adds, "No, those three are wannabes. The lads what followed your friend, they were Zhents. Georgie here let's em hang out all day."
Georgie, who you gather is the bartender, shrugs. "They buy drinks steady, and they never mess in the place. What they do out there's not the concern o' me or my pocketbook."
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Bartender, dwarf you're talking to, two laborers at another table, a passed out sailor snoring at the back, and three young toughs at another table. So eight. Place could hold twenty easy, thirty packed.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Jorin feels the eyes of the patrons looking at him and his companions. He calls out to the bartender, "Make that a even, or rather, odd, thirteen drinks. One of each of the Skewer's faithful. On my coin, and on behalf of us." He gestures to the rest of the group.
The bartender raises his eyebrows, but gets busy. Big tankards for everyone! They will come eventually, during your conversation with the dwarf. Jorin, that'll be six shards (sp).
Everyone appreciates the drinks, except the passed out sailor. The two laborers toast Jorin's health.
The dwarf in front of you says, "Na that's nice gesture! What brings ye to the Skewer?"
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
The dwarf talking to her takes the edge off of Ilena's discomfort but she remains between Jorin and Drusk, her hands folded loosely in her lap. She fakes a little laugh and replies.
"But of course, when it comes to drink I am as bottomless as the Dark Abyss." Her voice drips with sarcasm. She wasn't planning on drinking anymore tonight anyway, but if and when the drinks do arrive she sneers at the grime on the mug and slides hers over to one of her companions.
"Thank you Jorin, very generous, but I'm not sure I should." She waits patiently, trying to keep her senses open without being too obvious.
Addressing the dwarf "Well, I'm new in town and my friends here are taking me on a pub crawl across the wards." She smiles at him meekly. "We were supposed to meet someone here though... a friend of a friend. What was his name again? ... Florb... Floop.. Fl something?"
Feels an awful lot like deception so I'll just go ahead and roll : 13
~♡~
The dwarf shrugs. "I don't much remember names, and by no account have met yer Florb."
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
OoC- Florb, lol!!
Ilena chews her lip for a moment, wishing she had thought to ask Volo for a description of his friend.
"Our friend said that the two of them were not regulars, but dropped in two nights ago. If he's anything like the other man, he would have been a bit foppish... Oh, I think I got it, might it have been Floon?"
She looks around at her companions, she appears to actually not be quite sure.
~♡~
Drusk decides to adopt the dopey, gruff half-orc voice to talk to the dwarf: "Crunch want find friend Blagmaar. Crunch like his name. He keep Crunch calm, not break things." (Does a deliberate double take at the state of the Dragon.) "Maybe you need friend like Floon Blagmaar too."
Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec
Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM)
Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
From #179...
In case anyone needs a refresher... :)
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Ilena describes him...
"Oh, that floppy man? Yeah, he were 'ere... what two nights past? He were with..." and he gets a crafty, if inebriated, look on his face. "Well, now I cannot rightly remember who he were with..."
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Ilena sees his look, but out of pure naiveté, has no idea what he wants. She stares at him blankly for a while, then blinks.
~♡~
The dwarf blinks back. :)
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Pascal narrows an eye toward the man, “Come on now, I’m sure you can if ya try...”
Intimidation: 23
Meh.
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Jorin takes a sip from his cup, then slides Ileva's cup accross the table to the Dwarf. He folds his hands on top of the table in front of him and leans in.
"The village of my tribe lies in the Frost Hills. It is cold, rugged, and has many dangers. We use wolves as guardian animals, you know, to keep watch in the dark night." He pauses to take another sip, his eyes cast down on the cup he pushed across the table, then continues, "Now, wolves are smart, and proud, they do not do our bidding for free. Most wolves are happy to eat fresh meat and keep watch by the cook fire. But some wolves, " his eyes move up from the cup and lock onto the Dwarf's eyes, "Some wolves eat the meat, and then resist the hand that fed them." Jorin's eyes narrow as he says, "Those wolves, well, they get the stick."
OOC > Dang, son...
The dwarf's eyes get bigger and bigger as Jorin's story goes on, and he blinks (in a different way) when it ends with the stick. "Uh, sure, yeh." He pulls the second tankard of ale closer to him, deciding maybe that's all the payment he gets tonight. "Sure, yer guy was 'ere, two nights back, dicin' and drinking with some floppy friend o' his. But that one left, an yer Floober, he stayed on a bit. Then that no good Renaer Neverember shown up, an it looks like they is friends, and that means he ain't no friend o' ours!" He looks at Jorin, "Not that ye aren't friend...ly... an, anyway, the Neverember whelp he done taken his friend an they left together."
OOC > Renaer Neverember is the famous son of Lord Neverember, once Open Lord in Waterdeep, now Protector or some such of Neverwinter, who was ousted by the current Open Lord just three years ago because he didn't care about Waterdeep. Basically, Renaer is the son of a traitor to Waterdeep, and even the scum of Waterdeep love their home fiercely. One NPC Guide coming up! :)
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
"Ha ha, dwarf had to be reminded about guy named Neveremember!"
Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec
Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM)
Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
Hildi (as NPC)
"Can you tell us anything about which way they went? Were they talking about going to another tavern?"
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
The dwarf replies, "Naw, I dunno what they might'a been doing."
One of the laborers at the other table pipes up, "You don't remember 'cause you were drunk. When they left, a couple o' the boys that drink here got up and followed them out. I figured there was no good come of that, and here you are: no good." But he raises his free tankard in salute.
The bartender rolls his eyes at that, and the three guys at the other table crouch together to talk about... something.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
"Did those three guys look anything like these three guys?" Jorin asks, nodding towards the group of three that crouched up together.
The dwarf squints blearily at the three guys. "Nope, not them."
The laborer adds, "No, those three are wannabes. The lads what followed your friend, they were Zhents. Georgie here let's em hang out all day."
Georgie, who you gather is the bartender, shrugs. "They buy drinks steady, and they never mess in the place. What they do out there's not the concern o' me or my pocketbook."
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.