Phaedra looks at Breez as he approaches them and starts to talk. "Well aren't you the little mystery, simply walking out the front door. Have you found Putty yet?"
"So you have permission to go back in, past the gnome receptionist Bimpnottin Folkor? Maybe Silver and myself should still wait here incase anything goes wrong as Bimpnottin knows our faces and has already said no to both of us coming inside. However she does not know Vassa or Bason, take them back inside with you."
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"What...are you going to run it down there yourself or something silly like that?" she looks at him with a questioning expression.
"We already have Kestrell, Elon and Brez running around in there with the most minimal of planning and none of them are even dressed in anything that would resemble a baker...and yourself and Silver are sitting around out here with myself and Bason. You two, the sneaking two...well apart from Kestrell."
Vassa just smiles cryptically and says,' "Dear Phae, you do wound me so. When I do something silly, it's rarely so dull and mundane. No, this here is a special piece of parchment that will deliver itself to our good friends in yonder house of baked delights. And while my steps might indeed be light, I'm not sure that I appreciate the "sneak" appellation. The word implies underhandedness. I prefer to think of myself as being considerately unobtrusive instead. A fine distinction, perhaps but..."
The half-drow bard's verbose response trails away as he notes Breez purposefully enter the tavern.
Breez, giving off a smile to the gnome will head out and look around for the group. Once he finds them, he will wave them over. Informing them that he has found a way inside and to follow him.
Smiling at the genasi's resourcefullness, Vassa tucks the parchment and writing tools away, nods and agrees to follow.
Phaedra looks at Breez as he approaches them and starts to talk. "Well aren't you the little mystery, simply walking out the front door. Have you found Putty yet?"
"So you have permission to go back in, past the gnome receptionist Bimpnottin Folkor? Maybe Silver and myself should still wait here incase anything goes wrong as Bimpnottin knows our faces and has already said no to both of us coming inside. However she does not know Vassa or Bason, take them back inside with you."
"That sounds like a wise course of action, Phae. Lead on, Breez."
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"Yes, I didn't have to explain much, but I was able to convince her I was there for a meeting and that I was supposed to bring a couple friends with me. I did find a way into the basement, where if they are hiding Putty, might be the place they might be. I didn't cross the others yet, however I didn't search the entire lower floor. Let's go see if we can find them Vassa, and Bason, if you want to follow, let's go!"
Breez then leads Vassa (OOC: And Bason if he decides to follow), back into the building and past the receptionist, explaining to the gnome that these are the friends he was referring to. If she allows us through, I will lead them quickly down the stairs I came up and try and backtrack to the first crossroad he came to, and continue up it instead. As he leads the group, he is going to quietly shout out Kestrell and Elon's names, trying to find them and get their attention.
Winking at the confused wait person who brings his glass of wine just as he gets up to leave the bar, Vassa drops three silver pieces on the table and says,'"Worry not, for I shall returnith post haste for the beverage."
Then with a courtly half-bow to Phaedra, the bard leaves the tavern following Breez into the Bakers Guild Headquarters, murmering,' "Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, bakersman. Bake me a cake as fast as you can. Pat it and prick it and mark it with V. Then let Putty leave this building with me."
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Bason looks a little skeptical about the plan, but gets up to follow. "I suppose might as well go along. Nothing else to do here other then sit and wait, so better to be doing something."
Bason follows, planning on leaving the others to do the talking. He was never very good at lying... or talking. Other than about his work. He loves talking about his work.
Bason thinks to himself, Hmm, they might have some good ingredients at the Bakers guild! A hearty ale is basically liquid bread!
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Breez leads Vassa and Bason back into the guild. Bimpnottin just smiles as they walk past and down the stairs. Which way will you all go?
Kestrell and Elon make their way back up the hall only to find people waiting for them. Each has a different uniform on and none is that of the City Watch. All have a menacing grin. The thug directly in front speaks up,
"What do we have 'ere boys. Did the plumbers hire someone to steal from us?"
The thug to the north replies, "Looks like they sent us some new prisoners, boss."
"Drop your weapons and come along quietly, or else we'll be forced to make a mess in this here fine kitchen." the lead tough says.
OOC: Kestrell and Elon, if you decide not to drop your weapons, roll initiative.
Breez leads Vassa and Bason back into the guild. Bimpnottin just smiles as they walk past and down the stairs. Which way will you all go?
Vassa flashes the prim gnome a friendly smile in return as they walk past. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, the half-drow glances at the doors before them and down both passages before he looks at Breez with a single eyebrow raised and asks, "Recommendations?"
[OOC] Does Vassa note anything interesting about the area, e.g. what are the statues of, how high are the ceiling's, how sturdy does the door before them look and what kind of light sources are there down here, etc. perception check if needed: 4
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
OOC: The statues are of griffons. The ceilings are 10 feet. The doors are wooden but solid. Everything is well lit (sconces on the walls with Continual Flame cast on them).
Kestrell and Elon make their way back up the hall only to find people waiting for them. Each has a different uniform on and none is that of the City Watch. All have a menacing grin. The thug directly in front speaks up,
"What do we have 'ere boys. Did the plumbers hire someone to steal from us?"
The thug to the north replies, "Looks like they sent us some new prisoners, boss."
"Drop your weapons and come along quietly, or else we'll be forced to make a mess in this here fine kitchen." the lead tough says.
OOC: Kestrell and Elon, if you decide not to drop your weapons, roll initiative.
Thug's initiative: 19
"You fellas have got it wrong. We're just looking for the day-old pastry sale. Run along now, before we crumble your cookie."
"Well then Silver, looks like this is going well and we should have this Putty character out soon hopefully without the bakers being none the wiser" she comments with a smile.
Breez leads Vassa and Bason back into the guild. Bimpnottin just smiles as they walk past and down the stairs. Which way will you all go?
Breez will look around then point out to the group "I came came from the left hallway, but that there was a spot I didn't check out. If you all want to check it out, we might find the others." If everyone agrees we'll go through the left hallway and follow it all the way to the end.
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//can Elon use something to knock him Putty out?//
Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
Phaedra looks at Breez as he approaches them and starts to talk. "Well aren't you the little mystery, simply walking out the front door. Have you found Putty yet?"
"So you have permission to go back in, past the gnome receptionist Bimpnottin Folkor? Maybe Silver and myself should still wait here incase anything goes wrong as Bimpnottin knows our faces and has already said no to both of us coming inside. However she does not know Vassa or Bason, take them back inside with you."
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Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
OOC: Of course. I assume you have have your weapons on you.
Campaigns:
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Yes
Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
OOC: I see no need to roll anything for this. He's tethered to the wall and completely unarmed. Just role play it out.
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Vassa just smiles cryptically and says,' "Dear Phae, you do wound me so. When I do something silly, it's rarely so dull and mundane. No, this here is a special piece of parchment that will deliver itself to our good friends in yonder house of baked delights. And while my steps might indeed be light, I'm not sure that I appreciate the "sneak" appellation. The word implies underhandedness. I prefer to think of myself as being considerately unobtrusive instead. A fine distinction, perhaps but..."
The half-drow bard's verbose response trails away as he notes Breez purposefully enter the tavern.
Smiling at the genasi's resourcefullness, Vassa tucks the parchment and writing tools away, nods and agrees to follow.
"That sounds like a wise course of action, Phae. Lead on, Breez."
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Breez lets off a nod to Phaedra.
"Yes, I didn't have to explain much, but I was able to convince her I was there for a meeting and that I was supposed to bring a couple friends with me. I did find a way into the basement, where if they are hiding Putty, might be the place they might be. I didn't cross the others yet, however I didn't search the entire lower floor. Let's go see if we can find them Vassa, and Bason, if you want to follow, let's go!"
Breez then leads Vassa (OOC: And Bason if he decides to follow), back into the building and past the receptionist, explaining to the gnome that these are the friends he was referring to. If she allows us through, I will lead them quickly down the stairs I came up and try and backtrack to the first crossroad he came to, and continue up it instead. As he leads the group, he is going to quietly shout out Kestrell and Elon's names, trying to find them and get their attention.
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Elon turns to Kest "think you can carry him? I'm afraid that I am of no use in matters of strength."
//if yes then Elon will use the handle of his blade to knock him out.
If no, then he will try to come up with another plan.//
Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
Winking at the confused wait person who brings his glass of wine just as he gets up to leave the bar, Vassa drops three silver pieces on the table and says,' "Worry not, for I shall returnith post haste for the beverage."
Then with a courtly half-bow to Phaedra, the bard leaves the tavern following Breez into the Bakers Guild Headquarters, murmering,' "Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, bakersman. Bake me a cake as fast as you can. Pat it and prick it and mark it with V. Then let Putty leave this building with me."
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Bason looks a little skeptical about the plan, but gets up to follow. "I suppose might as well go along. Nothing else to do here other then sit and wait, so better to be doing something."
Bason follows, planning on leaving the others to do the talking. He was never very good at lying... or talking. Other than about his work. He loves talking about his work.
Bason thinks to himself, Hmm, they might have some good ingredients at the Bakers guild! A hearty ale is basically liquid bread!
"I can carry him, but don't knock him out. Unless you want to kill something don't hit it in the head. Too much risk of doing permanent damage."
"Do we even have a way to get him out of those chains? Leave him here. We will go get the others and come up with a genuine plan."
"Hmm, ok. Gag him and let's get some back up or tell the authorities"
Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
Kestrell turns to Putty. "So long, Clay. We tried to help. Now you'll end up with the blackbirds in a pie."
Breez leads Vassa and Bason back into the guild. Bimpnottin just smiles as they walk past and down the stairs. Which way will you all go?
Kestrell and Elon make their way back up the hall only to find people waiting for them. Each has a different uniform on and none is that of the City Watch. All have a menacing grin. The thug directly in front speaks up,
"What do we have 'ere boys. Did the plumbers hire someone to steal from us?"
The thug to the north replies, "Looks like they sent us some new prisoners, boss."
"Drop your weapons and come along quietly, or else we'll be forced to make a mess in this here fine kitchen." the lead tough says.
OOC: Kestrell and Elon, if you decide not to drop your weapons, roll initiative.
Thug's initiative: 18
Campaigns:
DM - Waterdeep Dragon Heist PbP
Vassa flashes the prim gnome a friendly smile in return as they walk past. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, the half-drow glances at the doors before them and down both passages before he looks at Breez with a single eyebrow raised and asks, "Recommendations?"
[OOC] Does Vassa note anything interesting about the area, e.g. what are the statues of, how high are the ceiling's, how sturdy does the door before them look and what kind of light sources are there down here, etc. perception check if needed: 4
[Edit] *Sigh* As perceptive as ever.
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Glad to see some things never change.
OOC: The statues are of griffons. The ceilings are 10 feet. The doors are wooden but solid. Everything is well lit (sconces on the walls with Continual Flame cast on them).
Campaigns:
DM - Waterdeep Dragon Heist PbP
"You fellas have got it wrong. We're just looking for the day-old pastry sale. Run along now, before we crumble your cookie."
Kestrell draws his rapier.
OOC:
Initiative: 17
Phaedra watches Vassa and Bason follow Breez.
"Well then Silver, looks like this is going well and we should have this Putty character out soon hopefully without the bakers being none the wiser" she comments with a smile.
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Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
Elon slides out his daggers "I don't think you fellas are played enough to deal with us"
Intimidation 12
Initiative 19
Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
Breez will look around then point out to the group "I came came from the left hallway, but that there was a spot I didn't check out. If you all want to check it out, we might find the others." If everyone agrees we'll go through the left hallway and follow it all the way to the end.
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