Grykham bellows out laughter. He can barely contain himself for a few moments.
"You really are a fool if you thought a couple mopes punching each other in the face in a tavern would lead to someone dying. If they wanted to kill each other they would drawn weapons and tried to. This sort of tom foolery plays out in every tavern every night in every city in the Sword Coast and beyond. Nothing was gonna happen until you decided to interfere and lob a damned fireball into the middle of it."
He then gets grim faced.
"As for this troll, if it was unconscious it would be back on its feet right now still trying to kill us. They regenerate and when you think they are dead they come back and keep fighting. I was with a troop of dwarves once up in the Spine of the World and we were attacked by a troll. Me own brother split the beast in two with a great axe. Right before our very eyes it came back, regenerated. But it came back as 2 trolls not one. When we were finished we burned the bodies so they couldn't come back."
Durnan uses a heavy wooden implement wide on the floor end and narrowed to a blunt tip ((think wooden squeegee)) to slosh the dissolving troll into the hole from whence it climbed. "Every once in a while something crawls up, but usually there are plenty off-duty watch members hanging out. They have been working over time with this Zhent-Xanathar rivalry though. Which is why I'm happy you all showed up, the earlier brawl not withstanding." He nods to Molly and she sweeps around the bar and begins filling up tankards. "Well done with that troll," Durnan says simply in his clipped, stern voice as Molly sets the tankards down on the table for the group and one for the half-orc.
"Yagra Stonefist," the half-orc raises her tankard and swallows the ale in two large chungs. She pulls the back of her hand across her face to wipe away the froth. "To Durnan! And the best night I've had in while!" She smiles a fierce grin at you all as you gather around the table's bounty of fresh ale, nods her thanks and retreats to the other end of the tavern, joining several others in righting tables and chairs.
Within fifteen minutes, the beautiful woman with high cheekbones and her two companions were managing the body of the young adventurer and consoling his friends. Threestrings, the bard, began plucking a calming slow tune on his lute. Several regulars with no other place to go it would seem were all that were left in the Yawning Portal, the party-seeking masses having evacuated completely by now.
"You forget friend, I live in a tavern worse than this. Rarely if ever does someone die. Just do me a favor, if someone decides they want a go at punching me in the face in a tavern when we're drinking leave me be. But I'll educate you a bit. Always take your cue from the serving staff and the owner. If they don't care you don't care."
And the grin comes back when the round of tankards gets set down.
"But I'll buy your next drink just for having the balls to launch a fireball in the Yawning Portal. "
Grykham slaps him on the back and laughs some more.
"This is a merry night but I think I need to check the sights on my crossbow. That was a poor showing on my part. "
Daron walks over to the table with the ale and drinks his fill. He didn't do much during the fight, which honestly was a thrill and ended within seconds, but the kick he managed to land on the troll was exhilarating. It wasn't his first fight by far, but certainly a fight where he could've died had the troll not been distracted by Durnan, and the feeling of that was like no other. He finished his tankard and began helping out in resetting the place and approached Yagra.
"Those tattooed thugs," he said as he lifted a chair and put it in place, "they seemed pretty pissed at you. What did they want, if you don't mind my asking?"
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Othorion Sarfir - Half-Drow Eldritch Knight - The Murder Court
Yagra helps Molly right another table. "Aww, you know, the dung has been hitting the stable door lately." She looks about the room. All the tables and chairs have been set aright. The only reminders of the fight with the troll is the bleached wood around the pit- a product of the acid used. "I personally don't give two ass shakes about it. It's just a job for me, ya know."
As Daron is speaking to Yagra....
The blousey fellow with the oversized beret that Gryk noticed earlier approaches the table of our fearless party. "That was a-maze-ing showmanship, that was! Have you ever fought such a creature before?" The middle age man with a handsome beard and moustache and boastfully loud voice addresses the group. He holds his hand up as if to prevent you answering, "No matter, no matter. I came here to the famous Yawning Portal to find someone of skill and prowess, and I obviously found an entire gaggle. Might you entertain a worried man's tale and request for help this evening?" He strokes his mustache, adjusts his floppy hat, and tightens his scarf. "I am Volothamp Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, at your service. I trust you’ve noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven’t seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur’s Gate! But now I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence."
Kip's ears perk up at the man's name as he tries to recall if he had heard of the celebrity chronicler. Either way, he moves closer, listening. "Misplaced? That seems a bit precarious. How does one misplace a friend?"
History: 4
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Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd) Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist) Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
"Misplaced you say" Priscilla says coming to the table with a couple of tankards full of ale, that clearly were taken from other tables. She places them on a stool then climbs up before he slaps the tankards on the table before getting up and sitting on it.
"Seems you seek to find the lost eh? Also if you are a wizard why not Wizard a way to find him? I mean it can't be that hard!" She says grabbing her initial drink and drinking from it.
"However if that doesn't work out, I know a few people probably willing to risk there neck to find what yer looking for. If you have the coin that is?"She says pulling her dagger to clean and trim her nails.
He didn't know much about the tattooed people, he'd seen them around a few times while he was touring Waterdeep as a bard both when he came back and before he left, and although he liked to keep his nose out of that sort of business, he thought it might actually be smart to jump in now considering that his friends and people he knew were actually pretty strong fighters. Thinking on them, he looked back and saw a strange man approaching them with his arms waving calling himself. Probably one of Kip's eccentric fans, he thought.
"Dung's hit the stable door?" Daron asked, something of a concerned look on his face, "what did they do this time?"
"Dung's hit the stable door?" Daron asked, something of a concerned look on his face, "what did they do this time?"
Yagra, looked about the tavern room and back to Daron. "You and your friend did pretty good against the Xanathar thugs and all of you held your own and were smart around the troll. But this turf war that is brewing, if I can give you any advise - steer clear. You don't want to be dragged into it."
((Daron roll persuasion check to see if Yagra gives in more info.))
"Thank you! Thank you!" Volo says expansively and takes a seat rather like a performance.
Kip, you do recognize Volo as a well-known figure in Waterdeep. He has recently published a book of monsters, however his bearing suggest he is a bit of a fop, excessively concerned about his appearance and appearing at the "right" places.
“My friend’s name is Floon Blagmaar. He’s got more beauty than brains if you know what I mean. I worry he took a wrong way home a couple nights ago and was kidnapped — or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons (gold pieces) apiece now, and I can give you each ten times that when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need?”
Volo grimaces, as if to speak of money so blatantly is somewhat offensive. "I'm working on a new book - one detailing spirits of the dearly and not so dearly departed, I haven't quite finished it, but I expect it to be even more popular than 'Volo's Guide to Monsters' - which I'm sure you all know was a huge success," he brags. "However," he lowers his voice, "I need just a few more days to finish the manuscript. And then my publisher will front me a sum of money. There is no worries! I can, of course, pay my debts!"
In response to Priscilla's comment about wizarding his way to finding his friend, "Oh, little dumpling, I'm not that kind of wizard. My talents are in other, less confrontational, areas." He smiles and winks at the halfling.
"Please say you will help me find my dear Floon," he asks, this time the foppish, stage voice is replaced by a sincere request.
"You said it yourself, we handled ourselves pretty good," Daron said, "besides, if this is a turf war you might need more help to keep order in Waterdeep, no?"
Grykham bellows out laughter. He can barely contain himself for a few moments.
"You really are a fool if you thought a couple mopes punching each other in the face in a tavern would lead to someone dying. If they wanted to kill each other they would drawn weapons and tried to. This sort of tom foolery plays out in every tavern every night in every city in the Sword Coast and beyond. Nothing was gonna happen until you decided to interfere and lob a damned fireball into the middle of it."
He then gets grim faced.
"As for this troll, if it was unconscious it would be back on its feet right now still trying to kill us. They regenerate and when you think they are dead they come back and keep fighting. I was with a troop of dwarves once up in the Spine of the World and we were attacked by a troll. Me own brother split the beast in two with a great axe. Right before our very eyes it came back, regenerated. But it came back as 2 trolls not one. When we were finished we burned the bodies so they couldn't come back."
Durnan uses a heavy wooden implement wide on the floor end and narrowed to a blunt tip ((think wooden squeegee)) to slosh the dissolving troll into the hole from whence it climbed. "Every once in a while something crawls up, but usually there are plenty off-duty watch members hanging out. They have been working over time with this Zhent-Xanathar rivalry though. Which is why I'm happy you all showed up, the earlier brawl not withstanding." He nods to Molly and she sweeps around the bar and begins filling up tankards. "Well done with that troll," Durnan says simply in his clipped, stern voice as Molly sets the tankards down on the table for the group and one for the half-orc.
"Yagra Stonefist," the half-orc raises her tankard and swallows the ale in two large chungs. She pulls the back of her hand across her face to wipe away the froth. "To Durnan! And the best night I've had in while!" She smiles a fierce grin at you all as you gather around the table's bounty of fresh ale, nods her thanks and retreats to the other end of the tavern, joining several others in righting tables and chairs.
Within fifteen minutes, the beautiful woman with high cheekbones and her two companions were managing the body of the young adventurer and consoling his friends. Threestrings, the bard, began plucking a calming slow tune on his lute. Several regulars with no other place to go it would seem were all that were left in the Yawning Portal, the party-seeking masses having evacuated completely by now.
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
"You forget friend, I live in a tavern worse than this. Rarely if ever does someone die. Just do me a favor, if someone decides they want a go at punching me in the face in a tavern when we're drinking leave me be. But I'll educate you a bit. Always take your cue from the serving staff and the owner. If they don't care you don't care."
And the grin comes back when the round of tankards gets set down.
"But I'll buy your next drink just for having the balls to launch a fireball in the Yawning Portal. "
Grykham slaps him on the back and laughs some more.
"This is a merry night but I think I need to check the sights on my crossbow. That was a poor showing on my part. "
Daron walks over to the table with the ale and drinks his fill. He didn't do much during the fight, which honestly was a thrill and ended within seconds, but the kick he managed to land on the troll was exhilarating. It wasn't his first fight by far, but certainly a fight where he could've died had the troll not been distracted by Durnan, and the feeling of that was like no other. He finished his tankard and began helping out in resetting the place and approached Yagra.
"Those tattooed thugs," he said as he lifted a chair and put it in place, "they seemed pretty pissed at you. What did they want, if you don't mind my asking?"
Othorion Sarfir - Half-Drow Eldritch Knight - The Murder Court
Yagra helps Molly right another table. "Aww, you know, the dung has been hitting the stable door lately." She looks about the room. All the tables and chairs have been set aright. The only reminders of the fight with the troll is the bleached wood around the pit- a product of the acid used. "I personally don't give two ass shakes about it. It's just a job for me, ya know."
As Daron is speaking to Yagra....
The blousey fellow with the oversized beret that Gryk noticed earlier approaches the table of our fearless party. "That was a-maze-ing showmanship, that was! Have you ever fought such a creature before?" The middle age man with a handsome beard and moustache and boastfully loud voice addresses the group. He holds his hand up as if to prevent you answering, "No matter, no matter. I came here to the famous Yawning Portal to find someone of skill and prowess, and I obviously found an entire gaggle. Might you entertain a worried man's tale and request for help this evening?" He strokes his mustache, adjusts his floppy hat, and tightens his scarf. "I am Volothamp Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, at your service. I trust you’ve noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven’t seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur’s Gate! But now I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence."
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
Kip's ears perk up at the man's name as he tries to recall if he had heard of the celebrity chronicler. Either way, he moves closer, listening. "Misplaced? That seems a bit precarious. How does one misplace a friend?"
History: 4
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
"Misplaced you say" Priscilla says coming to the table with a couple of tankards full of ale, that clearly were taken from other tables. She places them on a stool then climbs up before he slaps the tankards on the table before getting up and sitting on it.
"Seems you seek to find the lost eh? Also if you are a wizard why not Wizard a way to find him? I mean it can't be that hard!" She says grabbing her initial drink and drinking from it.
"However if that doesn't work out, I know a few people probably willing to risk there neck to find what yer looking for. If you have the coin that is?"She says pulling her dagger to clean and trim her nails.
He didn't know much about the tattooed people, he'd seen them around a few times while he was touring Waterdeep as a bard both when he came back and before he left, and although he liked to keep his nose out of that sort of business, he thought it might actually be smart to jump in now considering that his friends and people he knew were actually pretty strong fighters. Thinking on them, he looked back and saw a strange man approaching them with his arms waving calling himself. Probably one of Kip's eccentric fans, he thought.
"Dung's hit the stable door?" Daron asked, something of a concerned look on his face, "what did they do this time?"
Othorion Sarfir - Half-Drow Eldritch Knight - The Murder Court
"Well friend, sit and tell us your story. That at least will cost you nothing. "
Grykham motions to an empty seat.
Yagra, looked about the tavern room and back to Daron. "You and your friend did pretty good against the Xanathar thugs and all of you held your own and were smart around the troll. But this turf war that is brewing, if I can give you any advise - steer clear. You don't want to be dragged into it."
((Daron roll persuasion check to see if Yagra gives in more info.))
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
Volo and the Group at the Table
"Thank you! Thank you!" Volo says expansively and takes a seat rather like a performance.
Kip, you do recognize Volo as a well-known figure in Waterdeep. He has recently published a book of monsters, however his bearing suggest he is a bit of a fop, excessively concerned about his appearance and appearing at the "right" places.
“My friend’s name is Floon Blagmaar. He’s got more beauty than brains if you know what I mean. I worry he took a wrong way home a couple nights ago and was kidnapped — or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons (gold pieces) apiece now, and I can give you each ten times that when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need?”
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
Volo and the Group at the Table
Volo grimaces, as if to speak of money so blatantly is somewhat offensive. "I'm working on a new book - one detailing spirits of the dearly and not so dearly departed, I haven't quite finished it, but I expect it to be even more popular than 'Volo's Guide to Monsters' - which I'm sure you all know was a huge success," he brags. "However," he lowers his voice, "I need just a few more days to finish the manuscript. And then my publisher will front me a sum of money. There is no worries! I can, of course, pay my debts!"
In response to Priscilla's comment about wizarding his way to finding his friend, "Oh, little dumpling, I'm not that kind of wizard. My talents are in other, less confrontational, areas." He smiles and winks at the halfling.
"Please say you will help me find my dear Floon," he asks, this time the foppish, stage voice is replaced by a sincere request.
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
"You said it yourself, we handled ourselves pretty good," Daron said, "besides, if this is a turf war you might need more help to keep order in Waterdeep, no?"
Persuasion: 9
Othorion Sarfir - Half-Drow Eldritch Knight - The Murder Court
"I'll take your dragons. Better money than I'm making now. Where did he go missing?
Grykham perks up at the offer of gold just to look for someone.