"Live your own life, I say," Sylyra says languidly. "You want to be a wizard, be a wizard. Ignore those who look down on you for it. Better yet, get revenge," the elf grins.
"We preach self reliance and then contribution. First you learn to survive on your own, once you prove that then you contribute to the group. Traditionally we dont put much stock in magic, mostly because of our lifestyle and because books and paper are harder to come by. But me, I have goals, not revenge perse but I want to lead my tribe. What better way ta rub it in their face than become powerful enough to lead them." He finishes saying with a smug smile.
You were told that Madame Freona's Tea Kettle was the place where adventurers could find work and avoid the hassle associated with other places in Phlan. So far, that has been true. Madame Freona, a stout and officious halfling who runs the establishment with her five daughters, has proven an excellent hostess. Already, in less than a month, you have accepted and completed three jobs and have been paid well for it. A few days ago, Otger and Ruik left the Tea Kettle, saying their farewells and leaving the black dragon scale in Ola's hands.
The Tea Kettle is crowded this evening, as the Evenfeast meal has brought many hungry patrons. A young halfling woman called Blaizette, obviously one of Freona's daughters, wears a blue kerchief and acts as your server for the meal. She manages to keep a smile despite the busy night.
After she brings your meals and heads off to another table, a half-orc pulls up a chair and smiles a toothy smile at you. "Just act normal," he says through clenched teeth, "But listen closely. Everyone's life might be in danger. My name is Buhrell Caah. I represent the Emerald Enclave, a group that watches over the happenings in Phlan and beyond. I've heard from an associate that you have proven reliable with a certain deal, and I could use your help now." He takes a deep breath and continues.
"I was just told by an associate that a potentially devastating magical object was brought into the Tea Kettle. We don't know what it looks like or who has it, but I need your help in finding it. Could you split up and talk to anyone who looks suspicious, and find out if they are in possession of a powerful item? Do not let anyone know what you are doing, for the possessor of the item might set it off if he or she knows we are aware."
He slaps the table, feigning uproarious laughter, and stands, walking over toward Blaizette to make some light conversation, leaving you to yourselves.
Sylyra scowls as he watches the half-orc walk away, then looks back at the table. "We could just leave," the elf says under his breath. "But the idea of getting our hands on a 'potentially devastating magical object' does sound interesting." He begins scanning the room for "anyone who looks suspicious."
Arnald hearing this walks out the rear door and returns a moment later with Sly riding on his shoulder. On his way to the door and as he walks back in, Arnald is looking for anyone who appears to be trying to blend into the background. On the way back in Sly is also looking around.
Arnald Perception: 8 Sly Perception: 7 - Sly's is with advantage per the animal's character sheet. If it doesn't apply we can just go off the first roll.
After scoping out the bar Arnald returns to his seat with the others to report.
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Uragum doesn't hide the wide smile that creeps across his face. It might be a little off putting at the situation but blends into the man's act of laughing. Leaning a little says very quietly, "If you can spare me a few minutes, I got a spell that lets me sense magic auras I could probably figure it out then but if we don't have that time then we can start lookin now." He then cast his eyes about those in direct line of sight from where he's sitting looking for any behavior out of place.
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Ola could not hide an instant expression of dislike at mentioning of Emerald Enclave (that disappeared as instant). News about yet another powerful object she met with philosophical sobriety. To her, everyone around looked equally suspicious (or more like equally un-suspicious - she did not get paranoia of true adventurers yet). Still, she looked around, not hoping to notes something out of order, though:
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As the man leaves the table as quickly as he appeared, Zelra looks confused for a moment before pretending to laugh along. Despite the smile on her face, she turns to the group with a slightly annoyed twitch in her eye. "The Welcomers. The Harper's. The Zhents. The Lord's Alliance. And now, the Emerald Enclave. Phlan sure is bustling with a bunch of secret societies." Shaking her head, though still with a smile on her face, she grabs her drink and chugs it all down. Slamming it back onto the table, she clicks her tongue and winks at the others before pretending to wobble to the bar. As she slowly and "clumsily" makes her way across the room, she will also look around for anyone particularly suspicious.
OOC: Lol, luckily there's no roll needed here yet. I only use rolls for situations that can tip the balance; it doesn't require more than your passive perceptions and insights to take a look around the room to see who's dining.
Taking stock of the tavern this evening, you spot six tables that seem like possible candidates.
At one table, a wild elf dines alone, looking out of place in a nice establishment like this. She wears leather armor dirty with sweat, grime, and the stains that come from moving through vegetation. A fine-looking bow of strange, purple-hued wood is strung across her back.
At another table, two older human women dine together, but they seem to be spending more time looking around the room than chatting with each other.
An older human man and dwarven woman dine together on the other side of the room, talking emphatically. Neither looks like an adventurer, as both are dressed in fine clothes.
Near them, a half-elf man dines alone, playing with his food with a grumpy expression on his face. He jots notes in a small book on the table while he eats.
In the corner, a pale-scaled dragonborn woman is also dining alone. She looks around nervously as she eats, startling at every sound.
Lastly, three halflings dressed in bright motley colors dine at the bar. They talk loudly, but their language is unrecognizable.
While Uragum was weaving his magic, Ola, not without curiosity (not necessarily bound to the case) approached the elven woman. "Man daui, tur- im talk na cin?"She sat by her table and continued in Elvish: "You are not from around here. Is there any chance you are travelling or passed by recently High Forest?"
"Those two look more my people," Sylyra says with a slightly haughty accent. He downs the final swallow of his wine, stands, and, chin aloft, moves toward the older human man and dwarven woman. He stops beside their table and inclines his head. "Good evening. Sylyra Wasanthi of Waterdeep," he says, stressing his family name in case they know it. "I couldn't help but notice the two of you sitting over here. Your fine dress looks a little out of place here in the Tea Kettle. Have you grown tired of the Cracked Crown as well?" He grins. "Or are you just slumming it this evening?"
Uragum, having decided to try his had at the searching magic makes his way behind one of Madame's daughters and follows her to the kitchen doors. Gently getting her attention as to not scare her he says, "Sorry to bother ya but urgent business and I need to be close but quiet. Just need 10 minutes and I'll be out of ya hair. Help a guy out and..." he says while pulling out 10 gold and dropping it into her hand, "he'll be a generous tipper."
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Zelra sees the nervous dragonborn and grins cheekily. She pretends to stumble over and plops herself down in the seat across. "Hoi. How are ya? Ya doing good? I'm doing great. I'm doing faaaaantastic. Are you doing fantastic? You look like you're doing nervous. Why you nervous? Are you scared? You need some courage! You need some liquid courage!" She raises her hand as though shes holding a pint of ale but there's nothing there. "Oh. I don't have any liquid courage. Whoops. Hehehhehe." As she's giggling away, she'll give the dragonborn a once over and try to see if there's any interesting magical items on her.
Arnald stands thinking to head over to the wild elf but notices Ola heading that way. So he heads toward the bar a sits next to the halflings. He orders a round for himself and for them,
"Do you speak Common by chance? I had to come over here. My... associates, were being rather dull. You on the other hand appear to be having a good time so I hope don't mind my joining you."
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Persuasion: 10
The elf nods when you approach and pull up a chair. "Not the High Forest, no. I patrol the Quivering Forest, and have been doing so for the last two weeks. Not all of the fey within are benevolent, and need to be watched closely lest they bother someone. But currently I am on leave for a few days. I wished to start my vacation with a good meal, and this seemed a quiet place," she responds in Elvish.
She clears her throat and takes a good look around the room. "I am Surruk, by the way. I did not catch your name," she says.
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SYLYRA:
The man holds up his hand, looking unenthused as you introduce yourself. He cuts you off midway through your sentence. "This is a private meeting."
The dwarf woman narrows her eyes and reinforces the sentiment. "Aye, that it is...Sylyra Wasanthi of Waterdeep."
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URAGUM:
Blaizette nearly drops the plates she is carrying when you get her attention, even with your gentle approach, but she quickly assesses the situation. "Oh. Of course," she says with a wink. As she walks off, you hear her sigh, "Adventurers..."
OOC: Removed 10 gp.
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ZELRA:
The dragonborn woman recoils when you plop down in the seat, letting out a startled yelp. Her eyes grow wider, and her face more frantic, with each word you speak. She clutches a small bag to herself very closely, and does not respond. Her eyes dart around the room, as if planning an escape.
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ARNALD:
The halflings stop mid-conversation and stare. One grunts, and another nods toward a nearby seat, but they say nothing else.
With that settled, Uragum follows to the provided spot. He sits down pulls out his spell book and begins his ritual to attune his senses to the presence of magic.
Seeing how terrified the dragonborn is, Zelra sits up straight and puts her hands up. "Woah, woah, woah. It's aight. I'm not gonna take your stuff. You're really scared, huh? Sorry bout that. Just wanted to mess with you a bit but, uh, you alright? You need help or anything? Someone out to get you?"
"I am sorry, my manners deteriorated indeed. Ola do Mari," she very ceremoniously bowed. "The place is nice, quiet and friendly indeed. Did not mean to interrupt your vacation but may I ask you more about Quivering Forest? If you do not mind conversation with your meal. Did not speak Elvish for some time now. Would you know by any chance Faecyne Ortellian? I hope those troubles you mentioned did not truly affected elven families."
Sylyra's mouth closes slowly as the man and woman cut him off. He begins to narrow his eyes at them, but catches himself and simply nods. "I can now see you're too occupied for pleasantries. I will take my leave. Good day." He turns away and finds a corner where he is out of sight of any watching eyes. He takes a couple deep breaths and then his form shimmers before collapsing in on itself, reducing in size until where he stood lies a tan and brown lizard. Lizard Sylyra scurries back into the common room to climb up the leg of the couple's table and eavesdrop on their conversation.
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"Live your own life, I say," Sylyra says languidly. "You want to be a wizard, be a wizard. Ignore those who look down on you for it. Better yet, get revenge," the elf grins.
"We preach self reliance and then contribution. First you learn to survive on your own, once you prove that then you contribute to the group. Traditionally we dont put much stock in magic, mostly because of our lifestyle and because books and paper are harder to come by. But me, I have goals, not revenge perse but I want to lead my tribe. What better way ta rub it in their face than become powerful enough to lead them." He finishes saying with a smug smile.
Sylyra raises his glass to the goliath in acknowledgement and agreement, then takes another sip of wine.
You were told that Madame Freona's Tea Kettle was the place where adventurers could find work and avoid the hassle associated with other places in Phlan. So far, that has been true. Madame Freona, a stout and officious halfling who runs the establishment with her five daughters, has proven an excellent hostess. Already, in less than a month, you have accepted and completed three jobs and have been paid well for it. A few days ago, Otger and Ruik left the Tea Kettle, saying their farewells and leaving the black dragon scale in Ola's hands.
The Tea Kettle is crowded this evening, as the Evenfeast meal has brought many hungry patrons. A young halfling woman called Blaizette, obviously one of Freona's daughters, wears a blue kerchief and acts as your server for the meal. She manages to keep a smile despite the busy night.
After she brings your meals and heads off to another table, a half-orc pulls up a chair and smiles a toothy smile at you. "Just act normal," he says through clenched teeth, "But listen closely. Everyone's life might be in danger. My name is Buhrell Caah. I represent the Emerald Enclave, a group that watches over the happenings in Phlan and beyond. I've heard from an associate that you have proven reliable with a certain deal, and I could use your help now." He takes a deep breath and continues.
"I was just told by an associate that a potentially devastating magical object was brought into the Tea Kettle. We don't know what it looks like or who has it, but I need your help in finding it. Could you split up and talk to anyone who looks suspicious, and find out if they are in possession of a powerful item? Do not let anyone know what you are doing, for the possessor of the item might set it off if he or she knows we are aware."
He slaps the table, feigning uproarious laughter, and stands, walking over toward Blaizette to make some light conversation, leaving you to yourselves.
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Sylyra scowls as he watches the half-orc walk away, then looks back at the table. "We could just leave," the elf says under his breath. "But the idea of getting our hands on a 'potentially devastating magical object' does sound interesting." He begins scanning the room for "anyone who looks suspicious."
Arnald hearing this walks out the rear door and returns a moment later with Sly riding on his shoulder. On his way to the door and as he walks back in, Arnald is looking for anyone who appears to be trying to blend into the background. On the way back in Sly is also looking around.
Arnald Perception: 8
Sly Perception: 7
- Sly's is with advantage per the animal's character sheet. If it doesn't apply we can just go off the first roll.
After scoping out the bar Arnald returns to his seat with the others to report.
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Uragum doesn't hide the wide smile that creeps across his face. It might be a little off putting at the situation but blends into the man's act of laughing. Leaning a little says very quietly, "If you can spare me a few minutes, I got a spell that lets me sense magic auras I could probably figure it out then but if we don't have that time then we can start lookin now." He then cast his eyes about those in direct line of sight from where he's sitting looking for any behavior out of place.
insight: 12
Ola could not hide an instant expression of dislike at mentioning of Emerald Enclave (that disappeared as instant). News about yet another powerful object she met with philosophical sobriety. To her, everyone around looked equally suspicious (or more like equally un-suspicious - she did not get paranoia of true adventurers yet). Still, she looked around, not hoping to notes something out of order, though:
Perception 4
Insight 7
OOC: How do you handle active Perception vs passive (when it's higher)?
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As the man leaves the table as quickly as he appeared, Zelra looks confused for a moment before pretending to laugh along. Despite the smile on her face, she turns to the group with a slightly annoyed twitch in her eye. "The Welcomers. The Harper's. The Zhents. The Lord's Alliance. And now, the Emerald Enclave. Phlan sure is bustling with a bunch of secret societies." Shaking her head, though still with a smile on her face, she grabs her drink and chugs it all down. Slamming it back onto the table, she clicks her tongue and winks at the others before pretending to wobble to the bar. As she slowly and "clumsily" makes her way across the room, she will also look around for anyone particularly suspicious.
Perception: 16
Insight: 17
(WOW we are really rolling well today aren't we.)
OOC: Lol, luckily there's no roll needed here yet. I only use rolls for situations that can tip the balance; it doesn't require more than your passive perceptions and insights to take a look around the room to see who's dining.
Taking stock of the tavern this evening, you spot six tables that seem like possible candidates.
At one table, a wild elf dines alone, looking out of place in a nice establishment like this. She wears leather armor dirty with sweat, grime, and the stains that come from moving through vegetation. A fine-looking bow of strange, purple-hued wood is strung across her back.
At another table, two older human women dine together, but they seem to be spending more time looking around the room than chatting with each other.
An older human man and dwarven woman dine together on the other side of the room, talking emphatically. Neither looks like an adventurer, as both are dressed in fine clothes.
Near them, a half-elf man dines alone, playing with his food with a grumpy expression on his face. He jots notes in a small book on the table while he eats.
In the corner, a pale-scaled dragonborn woman is also dining alone. She looks around nervously as she eats, startling at every sound.
Lastly, three halflings dressed in bright motley colors dine at the bar. They talk loudly, but their language is unrecognizable.
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While Uragum was weaving his magic, Ola, not without curiosity (not necessarily bound to the case) approached the elven woman. "Man daui, tur- im talk na cin?" She sat by her table and continued in Elvish: "You are not from around here. Is there any chance you are travelling or passed by recently High Forest?"
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"Those two look more my people," Sylyra says with a slightly haughty accent. He downs the final swallow of his wine, stands, and, chin aloft, moves toward the older human man and dwarven woman. He stops beside their table and inclines his head. "Good evening. Sylyra Wasanthi of Waterdeep," he says, stressing his family name in case they know it. "I couldn't help but notice the two of you sitting over here. Your fine dress looks a little out of place here in the Tea Kettle. Have you grown tired of the Cracked Crown as well?" He grins. "Or are you just slumming it this evening?"
Uragum, having decided to try his had at the searching magic makes his way behind one of Madame's daughters and follows her to the kitchen doors. Gently getting her attention as to not scare her he says, "Sorry to bother ya but urgent business and I need to be close but quiet. Just need 10 minutes and I'll be out of ya hair. Help a guy out and..." he says while pulling out 10 gold and dropping it into her hand, "he'll be a generous tipper."
Zelra sees the nervous dragonborn and grins cheekily. She pretends to stumble over and plops herself down in the seat across. "Hoi. How are ya? Ya doing good? I'm doing great. I'm doing faaaaantastic. Are you doing fantastic? You look like you're doing nervous. Why you nervous? Are you scared? You need some courage! You need some liquid courage!" She raises her hand as though shes holding a pint of ale but there's nothing there. "Oh. I don't have any liquid courage. Whoops. Hehehhehe." As she's giggling away, she'll give the dragonborn a once over and try to see if there's any interesting magical items on her.
Perception: 15
Arnald stands thinking to head over to the wild elf but notices Ola heading that way. So he heads toward the bar a sits next to the halflings. He orders a round for himself and for them,
"Do you speak Common by chance? I had to come over here. My... associates, were being rather dull. You on the other hand appear to be having a good time so I hope don't mind my joining you."
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OLA:
Persuasion: 10
The elf nods when you approach and pull up a chair. "Not the High Forest, no. I patrol the Quivering Forest, and have been doing so for the last two weeks. Not all of the fey within are benevolent, and need to be watched closely lest they bother someone. But currently I am on leave for a few days. I wished to start my vacation with a good meal, and this seemed a quiet place," she responds in Elvish.
She clears her throat and takes a good look around the room. "I am Surruk, by the way. I did not catch your name," she says.
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SYLYRA:
The man holds up his hand, looking unenthused as you introduce yourself. He cuts you off midway through your sentence. "This is a private meeting."
The dwarf woman narrows her eyes and reinforces the sentiment. "Aye, that it is...Sylyra Wasanthi of Waterdeep."
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URAGUM:
Blaizette nearly drops the plates she is carrying when you get her attention, even with your gentle approach, but she quickly assesses the situation. "Oh. Of course," she says with a wink. As she walks off, you hear her sigh, "Adventurers..."
OOC: Removed 10 gp.
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ZELRA:
The dragonborn woman recoils when you plop down in the seat, letting out a startled yelp. Her eyes grow wider, and her face more frantic, with each word you speak. She clutches a small bag to herself very closely, and does not respond. Her eyes dart around the room, as if planning an escape.
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ARNALD:
The halflings stop mid-conversation and stare. One grunts, and another nods toward a nearby seat, but they say nothing else.
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With that settled, Uragum follows to the provided spot. He sits down pulls out his spell book and begins his ritual to attune his senses to the presence of magic.
Seeing how terrified the dragonborn is, Zelra sits up straight and puts her hands up. "Woah, woah, woah. It's aight. I'm not gonna take your stuff. You're really scared, huh? Sorry bout that. Just wanted to mess with you a bit but, uh, you alright? You need help or anything? Someone out to get you?"
"I am sorry, my manners deteriorated indeed. Ola do Mari," she very ceremoniously bowed. "The place is nice, quiet and friendly indeed. Did not mean to interrupt your vacation but may I ask you more about Quivering Forest? If you do not mind conversation with your meal. Did not speak Elvish for some time now. Would you know by any chance Faecyne Ortellian? I hope those troubles you mentioned did not truly affected elven families."
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Sylyra's mouth closes slowly as the man and woman cut him off. He begins to narrow his eyes at them, but catches himself and simply nods. "I can now see you're too occupied for pleasantries. I will take my leave. Good day." He turns away and finds a corner where he is out of sight of any watching eyes. He takes a couple deep breaths and then his form shimmers before collapsing in on itself, reducing in size until where he stood lies a tan and brown lizard. Lizard Sylyra scurries back into the common room to climb up the leg of the couple's table and eavesdrop on their conversation.