(OOC - Woof. My bad all. Mean Ben's character Darren getting the shoulder pat)
"Mn. So you do. Have someone send some over to the table." He says to Durnam, as he fishes out whatever coinage would be enough for a plate. Seeing the bow, Cade grins awkwardly at the halfling. "The name's... Cade. A pleasure to make your acquiantance, Mr. Rivon." He greeted the halfling in kind. As he took another moment to size up the table, Darren's turn upon him so quickly throws him off. "Don't know whether to consider you blessed by Tymora, or cursed by Beshaba hearing all that. But either way, you can relax friend. No offense taken."
He tries to effect a good natured smile. Though on his mug, it borders closer to the menacing then anything. Turning at last to Thrak as he introduce himself, there is again some wariness that only grows more apparent in the words spoken in goblin. Yet, he nods slowly after a moment, and even accepts the handshake. "Cade, as you probably overheard just now." He eyes the skulls, looking for any familiarity in them as far as 'what' they may have once belong to. He only looks for so long as dictated by properiaty.
"I cannot speak for the rest of these fellows. But for me, meal, room, and board, Sir Thrak. At least enough of each to allow to find more work." Cade takes his Shadowvale Ale, hops out of his seat, and says, "Don't know about the rest of you. But if of like mind, shall we sit where all can be more comfortable?"He motions to the empty table, but only waits a moment before walking over to have a seat.
Rivon moves to the table, sitting, as much as possible, with his back to the wall. He's short enough that the table mostly conceals him, a fact pleases him just fine.
He occasionally sniffs around, as though the morning bakery ovens have started early.
Pulling out another 2 gold and putting it on the counter, "With these prices I may have to head down the rope myself." Turning to have another look at the people standing around the well. "I am not one to turn down a chance to make some money. How about 10 gold that they don't come back." Knowing that if they do come back he could steal their stories and make double that telling it in the next ports he visited it was a win/win bet.
Thrak would nod to the goblin and look to Durnan. Placing a few coins on the table, "A warm meal sounds good, thanks" he would say with a smile before moving to the table and sitting down.
(Haha! Yes! Much confusion about who is talking to whom. Whoopsie.)
Darrens eyes go wide and skin gets just a shade lighter at seeing this crimson hobgoblin being so different from the others he has met, and immediately his tongue finds the spot where a molar was knocked clean out from his face.
WOW! Uh, uh,... sorry. Um, Im not from here... uh do you guys know each other? Like fror around here? Im Darren, and, Like everyone is real cool headed about a lot of things that are very different than what im used to. This time i know im not really being that rude, but i am intimidated by the group here... uh is there any way i can just get everyone this round of drinks, and we be friends? Erm. Well, not friends, i suppose. Unless you want to be? I just mean im so lost and dont really know what im doing here. Ive been through some low times lately and just would rather be with a group, than with no body. And you guys, jeez. You must strike fear into your enemies and i dont want to be on that side. Soooo, friends?
Darren opens his arms wide gesturing to the group and also would get onto getting the drinks and tries to flag down a server
Excuse me sorry. Uh how much for that water? Also id like to buy these guys 1 round of drinks. Although im not familiar with the currency names here. Please can i pay with just regular copper and silver?
As you all get a seat at the table, some of you keep watch on the well. After a bit Durnan comes over with 2 plates of quippers and chips. "Sorry, no sweet rolls here, quippers and chips will have to do". As he sets the plates down in front of Rivon and Thrak. He too looks to watch the well. After a few moments, you see the same 3 adventurers being pulled back up the rope, almost in the same order and position that they went down. Durnan says to Xavnan, "I believe you owe me 10 dragons." As he again holds his hand out waiting for the coins.
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Dungeon Master- Balar's Tales from the Yawning Portal
Asmodai | Feral Tiefling - Rogue 2| AC 15 HP 15| Passive Perception: 10; Passive Investigation: 12; Passive Insight: 10| Equipped: Studded Leather Armor, Rapier, Short Bow, 2 Daggers, Backpack, Quiver and Boots of Elvenkind | Wielding: Rapier and Dagger sheathed, Shortbow slung over back
"A dragon is one gold coin friend" The hobgoblin would say as he pulls a coin from his pouch to show the man. "I know ya didn't mean anything by it but it is best to always mind your manners. In my legion, insults will get you killed faster than breaking the law... and well.. those of us in the crimson Fist know better than to break the law." Thrak would say with a grin before digging into his meal. The hobgoblin would take special care to est his meal neatly, keeping his elbows off the table and using the proper utensils when available. Once his meal was finished he would mutter a few word to himself and clean the table of any spills or crumbs that may have been left behind.
Xavnan just stares dumbstruck. "They were there but for a moment. The stories I have heard there is a treasures to find and creatures to slay." He hands over the 10 gold reluctently wondering how many others he had got with the same trick.
Sipping on his glass of rum he takes one of the now empty seats at the bar. Now that his purse was considerably lighter than he expected the bard was contemplating heading back to the stage to try and recoup some money. But in his experience, the money is never as good as the first performance. His ship was in port for some time getting repairs so he had plenty of time to get some extra coin. His attention drifts back to the strange collection of people that had moved their conversation to an empty table when the human orders some drinks and struggles with the local slang. Thinking to himself, Well he is definitely not a local. he sits back and watches the festivities.
Cade casually watches Darren ramble on from behind the tankard of his own drink. He stops at the half-way point, and just gives Thrak a sidelong glance before clearing his throat. "You will have to forgive me, as I didn't quite catch /all/ of that. But, as I understand, your new in town, and can use some friends? Well-..."He pause to scratch his head. "You have one in me, I guess. As Sir Thrak has indicated, I, and perhaps a number of other here are new to town as well. So, take my acceptance with a grain of salt." He gives a lopsided smile.
The smile fades into a thoughtful look as he scans over the group. "Might just work-..." He mutters, then turns to Xavnan. "Sir. If your sword arm is better than your knack for bets, I might have proposition for you." He turns back to the group. "For all of you, in fact. That is, assuming you don't mind a bit, uhm... risk taking. Or to put a long story short, I'm wondering if you are all interested in forming a warrior band of sorts. As I understood it, there's coin to be made in adventuring. Coin that can just turn all our fortunes around at last." He offers, tapping the table with a sharp nails.
"And this place -- as I understood it at least, is the right place to get started."
Caught up in his own thoughts, Xavnan half catches the comment the goblin sends his way. Turning around to see if the goblin was talking to some new comer he realise that he had nothing better to do and joined them at their table.
"Don't know about swordsmanship but as you have astutely pointed out I could do with some coin." With a tip of an imaginary hat, he introduces himself to the rest of the table. "The name is Xavnan Lightfingers. Words are my weapon."
While the small gathering begins to form. During a brief silence between performers. The quiet is broken with a “HRRGMPH” a kobold can be seen sliding across the floor after being kicked accidentally by another patron. Coming to a stop the kobold scurries on the floor, picking up all the parchment that flew out when he fell. “Oh dear me, already, I’m doomed, please don’t hurt me.” Standing up, the kobold is dwarfed be even the halflings. Surprisingly clean brown robe with a handmade patch on either sleeve. One looks like a lit candle resting upon an open eye, the other a blank scroll of parchment. Running through the feet of the others to hide under the bar. Looking down to see the long snout looking out and crooked wiskers tremble. “I’ll be safe here.... for now.”
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"Hey you... kobold.. Why don't you pull up a seat" Thrak would say motioning to the newcomer. "The more the merrier" He would say with a smile before turning to Darren. "I'll except your challenge friend... I am not one to back down from a fight." The hobgoblin would then position himself with his elbow on the table, taking the mans hand in his and squeezing tightly. "I am ready when you are.."
strength athletics check 15 (If just pure strength then subrtact 2)
***Just posting this now, If Thrak feels he is going to lose, he will dig down deep and try to save face (add 5 to the roll)***
Saving FaceVGtM
Once per short rest, if you miss with an attack or fail an ability check or saving throw, you can gain a bonus equal to the number of allies you can see within 30 ft. (max +5).
The kobold looks up, wincing at first. “Why yes! Thank you.” Climbing up onto the seat. The kobold starts to dig through his pickets, pulling out a balled up cloth. Unwrapping it reveals a hunk of cheese that’s begun to mold. Taking a bite and saying through a half full chomping snout “My name is Ekk Drakon.” While finishing his cheese and throughout the conversation he never stops looking around skittishly, often readjusting his position in the chair.
(OOC - I like how it was kind of like - Thrak 'We're allies, right?'. Everyone else 'Sure'. Thrak 'Okay, cool. SAVING FACE for this inner party test of MIGHT! If there evere was a more appropriate time to use that... XD)
"Other than making sure you have a place to stay next time." Cade had jokingly deadpan to Darren before turning on Xavnan with a quirked brow. "Words, huh? So, you're some sort of Wizard then." He looks Xavnan over once more, and crackiest a wiry grin. "Who I am to judge. Welcome aboard, Xav--"Mid-reaching out for a handshake, the rest of his words dies in his throat at the sound of a Kobold incident.
He loses sight of the lizard in its scampering around, yet a scowl adorns his mug all the same as the kobold speaks. "Sure. More the merrier." He open agrees, but without much enthusiasm. If the Kobold decides to sit with the group, the goblin pays no more mind to the arm wrestling to stare through narrowed eyes at it. "You got a name, kobold?"
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While Darren and Thrak are having their arm wrestling contest, you hear a raucous cheer arise from the 3rd floor. As you draw your attention to where the noise is coming from, you see a scared looking Water Genasi who is grabbing onto the rope going down to the well. She doesn't look too confident, and you're not sure if she's just afraid of heights, or if she was coerced into going into the well. The cheering goes on the entire time that she's being lowered into the well. Shortly after the cheering stops, a motherly looking human who's sitting at the table next to you speaks up. "I'm sorry to intrude, but I couldn't help overhearing parts of your conversation. Correct me if I'm wrong, but did some of you say that you were in need of some coin?"
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Dungeon Master- Balar's Tales from the Yawning Portal
Asmodai | Feral Tiefling - Rogue 2| AC 15 HP 15| Passive Perception: 10; Passive Investigation: 12; Passive Insight: 10| Equipped: Studded Leather Armor, Rapier, Short Bow, 2 Daggers, Backpack, Quiver and Boots of Elvenkind | Wielding: Rapier and Dagger sheathed, Shortbow slung over back
“The name is Ekk. The wizard’s weapon is his wand or book. No, that there is a bard!” Turning to Xavnan “Oghma’s blessing to you. I wonder what tales of adventure he wrote for bot you and I, hmm.” Turning back to Cade. “What’s your name?” Noticing the grimace of Cade Ekk begins to slightly cower nervously.
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(OOC - Woof. My bad all. Mean Ben's character Darren getting the shoulder pat)
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Rivon moves to the table, sitting, as much as possible, with his back to the wall. He's short enough that the table mostly conceals him, a fact pleases him just fine.
He occasionally sniffs around, as though the morning bakery ovens have started early.
Xavnan Lightfingers | Half-Elf Bard | AC 14 | HP 9/9 | Spell Slots L1 2/2 |
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Pulling out another 2 gold and putting it on the counter, "With these prices I may have to head down the rope myself." Turning to have another look at the people standing around the well. "I am not one to turn down a chance to make some money. How about 10 gold that they don't come back." Knowing that if they do come back he could steal their stories and make double that telling it in the next ports he visited it was a win/win bet.
Thrak would nod to the goblin and look to Durnan. Placing a few coins on the table, "A warm meal sounds good, thanks" he would say with a smile before moving to the table and sitting down.
Rivon move his hands around his cloak a bit, then sets a few miscellaneous coins on the table. You couldn't really make out where he pulled them from.
"Have you got any sweet rolls? I have the strangest craving..."
(Haha! Yes! Much confusion about who is talking to whom. Whoopsie.)
Darrens eyes go wide and skin gets just a shade lighter at seeing this crimson hobgoblin being so different from the others he has met, and immediately his tongue finds the spot where a molar was knocked clean out from his face.
WOW! Uh, uh,... sorry. Um, Im not from here... uh do you guys know each other? Like fror around here? Im Darren, and, Like everyone is real cool headed about a lot of things that are very different than what im used to. This time i know im not really being that rude, but i am intimidated by the group here... uh is there any way i can just get everyone this round of drinks, and we be friends? Erm. Well, not friends, i suppose. Unless you want to be? I just mean im so lost and dont really know what im doing here. Ive been through some low times lately and just would rather be with a group, than with no body. And you guys, jeez. You must strike fear into your enemies and i dont want to be on that side. Soooo, friends?
Darren opens his arms wide gesturing to the group and also would get onto getting the drinks and tries to flag down a server
Excuse me sorry. Uh how much for that water? Also id like to buy these guys 1 round of drinks. Although im not familiar with the currency names here. Please can i pay with just regular copper and silver?
(Just rp fun) Darren turns to the group once more
hey guys, whats the value for a dragon?
As you all get a seat at the table, some of you keep watch on the well. After a bit Durnan comes over with 2 plates of quippers and chips. "Sorry, no sweet rolls here, quippers and chips will have to do". As he sets the plates down in front of Rivon and Thrak. He too looks to watch the well. After a few moments, you see the same 3 adventurers being pulled back up the rope, almost in the same order and position that they went down. Durnan says to Xavnan, "I believe you owe me 10 dragons." As he again holds his hand out waiting for the coins.
Dungeon Master - Balar's Tales from the Yawning Portal
Asmodai | Feral Tiefling - Rogue 2| AC 15 HP 15| Passive Perception: 10; Passive Investigation: 12; Passive Insight: 10| Equipped: Studded Leather Armor, Rapier, Short Bow, 2 Daggers, Backpack, Quiver and Boots of Elvenkind | Wielding: Rapier and Dagger sheathed, Shortbow slung over back
"A dragon is one gold coin friend" The hobgoblin would say as he pulls a coin from his pouch to show the man. "I know ya didn't mean anything by it but it is best to always mind your manners. In my legion, insults will get you killed faster than breaking the law... and well.. those of us in the crimson Fist know better than to break the law." Thrak would say with a grin before digging into his meal. The hobgoblin would take special care to est his meal neatly, keeping his elbows off the table and using the proper utensils when available. Once his meal was finished he would mutter a few word to himself and clean the table of any spills or crumbs that may have been left behind.
Xavnan Lightfingers | Half-Elf Bard | AC 14 | HP 9/9 | Spell Slots L1 2/2 |
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Xavnan just stares dumbstruck. "They were there but for a moment. The stories I have heard there is a treasures to find and creatures to slay." He hands over the 10 gold reluctently wondering how many others he had got with the same trick.
Sipping on his glass of rum he takes one of the now empty seats at the bar. Now that his purse was considerably lighter than he expected the bard was contemplating heading back to the stage to try and recoup some money. But in his experience, the money is never as good as the first performance. His ship was in port for some time getting repairs so he had plenty of time to get some extra coin. His attention drifts back to the strange collection of people that had moved their conversation to an empty table when the human orders some drinks and struggles with the local slang. Thinking to himself, Well he is definitely not a local. he sits back and watches the festivities.
(OOC - Sorry guys, I completely forgot about your round of drinks. A server brings them shortly after Durnan leaves the table.)
Dungeon Master - Balar's Tales from the Yawning Portal
Asmodai | Feral Tiefling - Rogue 2| AC 15 HP 15| Passive Perception: 10; Passive Investigation: 12; Passive Insight: 10| Equipped: Studded Leather Armor, Rapier, Short Bow, 2 Daggers, Backpack, Quiver and Boots of Elvenkind | Wielding: Rapier and Dagger sheathed, Shortbow slung over back
Cade casually watches Darren ramble on from behind the tankard of his own drink. He stops at the half-way point, and just gives Thrak a sidelong glance before clearing his throat. "You will have to forgive me, as I didn't quite catch /all/ of that. But, as I understand, your new in town, and can use some friends? Well-..." He pause to scratch his head. "You have one in me, I guess. As Sir Thrak has indicated, I, and perhaps a number of other here are new to town as well. So, take my acceptance with a grain of salt." He gives a lopsided smile.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
ah! Hah hah! How about an arm wrestle first? Id love to join because I have nothing pertinent to attend to.
(strenght vs strength)
Darren puts his elbow down at his side of the table, hand out and open
"I like coin. As it happens, I find myself between jobs right now."
Rivon listens eagerly.
Xavnan Lightfingers | Half-Elf Bard | AC 14 | HP 9/9 | Spell Slots L1 2/2 |
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Caught up in his own thoughts, Xavnan half catches the comment the goblin sends his way. Turning around to see if the goblin was talking to some new comer he realise that he had nothing better to do and joined them at their table.
"Don't know about swordsmanship but as you have astutely pointed out I could do with some coin." With a tip of an imaginary hat, he introduces himself to the rest of the table. "The name is Xavnan Lightfingers. Words are my weapon."
While the small gathering begins to form. During a brief silence between performers. The quiet is broken with a “HRRGMPH” a kobold can be seen sliding across the floor after being kicked accidentally by another patron. Coming to a stop the kobold scurries on the floor, picking up all the parchment that flew out when he fell. “Oh dear me, already, I’m doomed, please don’t hurt me.” Standing up, the kobold is dwarfed be even the halflings. Surprisingly clean brown robe with a handmade patch on either sleeve. One looks like a lit candle resting upon an open eye, the other a blank scroll of parchment. Running through the feet of the others to hide under the bar. Looking down to see the long snout looking out and crooked wiskers tremble. “I’ll be safe here.... for now.”
"Hey you... kobold.. Why don't you pull up a seat" Thrak would say motioning to the newcomer. "The more the merrier" He would say with a smile before turning to Darren. "I'll except your challenge friend... I am not one to back down from a fight." The hobgoblin would then position himself with his elbow on the table, taking the mans hand in his and squeezing tightly. "I am ready when you are.."
strength athletics check 15 (If just pure strength then subrtact 2)
***Just posting this now, If Thrak feels he is going to lose, he will dig down deep and try to save face (add 5 to the roll)***
Once per short rest, if you miss with an attack or fail an ability check or saving throw, you can gain a bonus equal to the number of allies you can see within 30 ft. (max +5).
The kobold looks up, wincing at first. “Why yes! Thank you.” Climbing up onto the seat. The kobold starts to dig through his pickets, pulling out a balled up cloth. Unwrapping it reveals a hunk of cheese that’s begun to mold. Taking a bite and saying through a half full chomping snout “My name is Ekk Drakon.” While finishing his cheese and throughout the conversation he never stops looking around skittishly, often readjusting his position in the chair.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
While Darren and Thrak are having their arm wrestling contest, you hear a raucous cheer arise from the 3rd floor. As you draw your attention to where the noise is coming from, you see a scared looking Water Genasi who is grabbing onto the rope going down to the well. She doesn't look too confident, and you're not sure if she's just afraid of heights, or if she was coerced into going into the well. The cheering goes on the entire time that she's being lowered into the well. Shortly after the cheering stops, a motherly looking human who's sitting at the table next to you speaks up. "I'm sorry to intrude, but I couldn't help overhearing parts of your conversation. Correct me if I'm wrong, but did some of you say that you were in need of some coin?"
Dungeon Master - Balar's Tales from the Yawning Portal
Asmodai | Feral Tiefling - Rogue 2| AC 15 HP 15| Passive Perception: 10; Passive Investigation: 12; Passive Insight: 10| Equipped: Studded Leather Armor, Rapier, Short Bow, 2 Daggers, Backpack, Quiver and Boots of Elvenkind | Wielding: Rapier and Dagger sheathed, Shortbow slung over back
“The name is Ekk. The wizard’s weapon is his wand or book. No, that there is a bard!” Turning to Xavnan “Oghma’s blessing to you. I wonder what tales of adventure he wrote for bot you and I, hmm.” Turning back to Cade. “What’s your name?” Noticing the grimace of Cade Ekk begins to slightly cower nervously.