It appears that there is no familial resemblance between all three of those sharing the house with the party. Upon settling in, there appears to be two single bedrooms, a twin room, and a spare room without beds that can all be used for sleeping in, as well as the other utilities one would expect in a house. One people have unpacked Alana explains that she and Karael adopted Tristal when he was a baby, but he has some developmental problems so they try and help him where they can.
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Tahia frowns a little at the soldier's brusque treatment of Smokey. (Insight check: 22) "Hey, don't worry, the port area's not that big and they'll have us all crammed cheek-to-jowl, you'll see us again." She winks. "You still owe us another card game, yeah?"
As they're walking to their new 'home,' she considers the new elven folk. "Makes me no never mind, like as not I'll string my bedroll up as a hammock if I can find secure enough hanging points."She holds out her hand for them to shake. "Name's Tahia. How old's your young one, then? Bit hard for me to tell with you taller folk, especially when you say the tallest is actually the youngest."
"Umm of course friend, be careful out there, often times refugees are treated unfairly. And I did not see many Goblins among the crowd" Trumann replies as Gnoll heads out the door. He sighs heavily with concern as he watches the Goblin leave.
He takes in his suroundings for a moment then turns to Mord, "Friend, I need to find out if there is a temple to my Queen here. That is where Mother would have gone. I must find her. Perhaps you will accompany me? I noticed many of your kind here, and none of mine, I am very obviously out of place. Locals may be more inclinded to be of assistance to you than me. Trumann's gaze lingers on the door.
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Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
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Tvon'ii lingers a bit longer watching the horizon before trotting to catch up to the group. No was not the time to cause trouble with the people willing to give them sanctuary. As they separate from the general mass of refugees, the elf brings his left hand to his mouth and pulls back a buttoned piece of cloth to reveal a length of copper wire. He whispers a message into it for Smokey.
"Till we meet again, you raise your right eye brow just slightly when you have a good hand."
The group of new additions introduces. Deciding that being forthright is the best approach, Tvon'ii introduces himself to the trio, "I am Tvon'ii Krast, Arcanist of the 15th degree. Don't let our, " referencing the 13-C crew, " familiarity make you feel the outcast. Circumstance has made friends of us all!"
As they get to exploring their new dwelling, Krast immediately starts searching for provisions. Investigation19
"Right, I'm going into town to sort out what sort of supplies we can get before the rush hits. You're welcome to join." he says to Trumann, "I've been around many Gnomes in my time and speak the language fluently."
Plugging along with the group, Ace had chose not to comment on many things, simply taking in his environment and getting a feel for the area and those around him. The warforged had only left Daverro due to the war, and was still experiencing a vast array of new things. After being asked to spare them a room, Ace lets out a small scoff "That shall be a discussion between you lot. I can rest just as comfortably in a chair or on the floor as I can in a bed. Simply need to allow my joints to cool and have a bit of down time."
Ace sits in a corner, his chest plate flipping out as he checks his pistol to make sure it hadn't sustained damage during the chaotic approach to the island, commenting "If you ar heading in to the market I have a few items I would like to accompany you to sell. Father was a bit overprotective packing me armor that this frame cannot wear."
Korvek gives a small nod to the family, "Just call me Korvek," He says, "Im a mercenary." He kept his introduction short and simple. He mostly did a quick take on the family and nothing more, not really reacting to the half-elf child of the two women.
Korvek tosses his rucksack into a corner, only taking some gold out from it. "I'm going to go look for a place to drink, like the elf said, before everyone comes. I want to know about this place and how long we can stay here."
"Well if you're headed out, we'll be planning on staying here." Alana informs the group. "Our son doesn't particularly enjoy the loud bustling taverns, and we need to settle in. Besides, he's only seventeen, he's still on the young side and innocent." She brings out a pouch from her own pack. "Besides, we are more partial to leaf-infused drinks. It isn't much, but it is something we managed to salvage before leaving."
(Note: It is evening, so markets would be closed. However, taverns would be prime for visiting.)
Checking the rooms, Tvon'ii discovers that there is a small larder which has been stocked with about enough food for five days for the household. There isn't anything too fancy, some root vegetables, some salted meats, amongst other bits and bobs.
Given there are the three bedrooms, the trio with the group offer to take one of the single rooms, mentioning they can share as elves don't require beds to rest.
(Does Gnoll still want to do his surveillance still, or would he prefer to do something else?)
Mort makes his way around quietly as a sneaky little spider, creeping onto the window that leads into the room. He spies that the other elven lady, Karael, is knelt beside the bed. The half-elf, Tristal, is sat on the bed, seemingly talking with her. His hands are jittery, and he looks quite distressed. (Feel free to make a Wisdom (Perception) check if you want to listen to their conversation, or a Wisdom (Insight) check in order to work out some other bits and bobs between the pair.)
Those Outside:
Headed outside, those headed towards the tavern also note that there are other small groups being led through the street to other houses in the area. It looks like people are in groups of ten or so, and those leading them are wearing the same green tabards with golden phoenix upon it. The group remembers seeing a tavern, The Golden Crest, about two streets away that they could attempt to visit.
“I am not sure about Elves, but when two orcs have a child, it isn‘t a halforc...“
For the DM:
ONce we are settled in, i assume the Elfs want their privacy. I will tell Trumann i go for a walk, go outside (where noone will see me) and turn into a small spider and sneak into their room to spy on them. I will spy on them for 90 min before i return to the rest of the group.
sneak 16
perception 26
I already had a perception included in the original post.
As they step outside Trumann looks around at all the organized chaos with apprehension. "Staying together may be the best option, I have read how refugee situations can bring out the best and worst in people.... And we all deserve a drink after what we have been through." he replies to Mord.
"Come friends!" he says overly loudly to no one in particular, "let us see what this FINE city has for upstanding characters such as ourselves!" he boldly strides towards the Inn
Anyone paying attention can clearly see that he is very uncertain. Mostly by a constant quivering of his trunk.
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Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
Realizing after they stepped out that the Markets would be closed this late, Ace lets out a soft sigh, shrugging and tagging along with the others. He only truly knew and understood the machinations of the craftsman as far as organics were concerned. He was quite curious to see how they interacted with others. At Trumann's loud declaration, Ace sighs softly, resting a hand on the holsters of his weapons to make sure no one got sticky fingers as they passed, saying gently "It would probably be best to not make a spectacle hmm? Our little gathering's racial diversity shall do that just fine."
OOC: Ace doesn't drink so he is more along for the social interactions.
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Tvon'ii keeps a watchful eye out for places to explore tomorrow. Specifically he's looking for an alchemist's or apothecary, a general store, and hopefully a library or book store. Otherwise he makes a direct line for The Golden Crest. He doesn't outpace the group but he does walk with a brisk pace. After a few weeks at sea, the prospect of food that doesn't slide off the table with the ever rocking of the ship and MAYBE a cup of coffee is extremely enticing.
Rolls for DM:
Roll for finding shops if you want one Investigation11 and a general perception for people giving us looks or maybe sizing us up as targets as either threats, given our gruff make-up, or to rob Perception15
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OOC: I suppose nothing came of Tahia's insight check re: Smokey?
"We are guests here, but I'd sure like to see what this town has to offer," Tahia says. "Fresh food and good ale are a good place to start. Spend a little coin to show we're not beggars, eh?" As they move down the street, her hand passes over the amulet around her neck, murmuring to herself almost absentmindedly, as she sizes up the city, looking for signs of criminal activity. (Perception check for thieves' cant markings, signs of criminal groups, whatever seedy underbelly is here. With guidance: 23) (Passive is 19)
The gnome captain was disgruntled most likely that he had a long evening ahead of rehoming a couple of hundred refugees. Smokey was definitely saddened to not be bunking with his friends anymore, but given that the groups are being brought in the nearby area, he will most likely be a neighbour.
Upon headed to The Golden Crest, there is the sound of music coming from within, a viol and harpsichord with some clapping along to the beat. The Golden Crest is a large establishment that somehow balances upon many tall thick poles of wood, like most of the buildings in the area. However, this building is at least four times the floorspace to anything else nearby. A gold painted sign shows a sign of a phoenix rampant hangs out over the doorway, where four jovial drunks are chattering. As the group gets closer their chatter slows as they watch the group enter.
The interior of The Golden Crest has several candles illuminating the walls, with a heavy cloud of smoke from patrons and their pipes hanging heavily above the heads of the patrons. The bar is made of a rich mahogany-like wood, with a goliath looming behind it, a pile of fresh fruit cut on a table and added to some colourful drinks that the colourful array of folk in the room are enjoying. Off to the left is a full harpsichord being played by an elf with deeply tanned skin and his hair tied into a bun, whilst a halfling woman hops about on a nearby table with a viol energetically keeping up. The patrons haven't heeded much attention to the group, but the goliath's eyes have locked onto them, his stern look unmoving like the stone.
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Tvon'ii nods to Mord and takes as polite a path as possible from the door to the bar. He keeps a firm hand on the hilt of his sword to make sure the farther end of the scabbard doesn't accidentally sweep into anyone or their drinks. The elf stops short of the bar to let a local pass without hindrance then finally looks up to the stern faced Goliath.
"Evening,"he says even toned with a nod, "Me and my friends have had a long trip with too much to think about and not enough ale to tide us. Could we get a round of the house drink, and share a bit of this hearth and home with you folk?" He keeps his typical direct tone but lets the question fall with a bit of hopefulness. Had Prospain heard of their plights? He wasn't sure if he wanted them to know and show pity or if he'd rather them be ignorant to help him act like the world wasn't in turmoil. Tvon'ii realized his thinking was moving faster than the words that had just come out of his mouth and made sure to check his expression. He slides a few Daverron crowns onto the bar, hoping to distract from whatever grim expression he might have started making.
It appears that there is no familial resemblance between all three of those sharing the house with the party. Upon settling in, there appears to be two single bedrooms, a twin room, and a spare room without beds that can all be used for sleeping in, as well as the other utilities one would expect in a house. One people have unpacked Alana explains that she and Karael adopted Tristal when he was a baby, but he has some developmental problems so they try and help him where they can.
Tahia frowns a little at the soldier's brusque treatment of Smokey. (Insight check: 22) "Hey, don't worry, the port area's not that big and they'll have us all crammed cheek-to-jowl, you'll see us again." She winks. "You still owe us another card game, yeah?"
As they're walking to their new 'home,' she considers the new elven folk. "Makes me no never mind, like as not I'll string my bedroll up as a hammock if I can find secure enough hanging points." She holds out her hand for them to shake. "Name's Tahia. How old's your young one, then? Bit hard for me to tell with you taller folk, especially when you say the tallest is actually the youngest."
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
"Umm of course friend, be careful out there, often times refugees are treated unfairly. And I did not see many Goblins among the crowd" Trumann replies as Gnoll heads out the door. He sighs heavily with concern as he watches the Goblin leave.
He takes in his suroundings for a moment then turns to Mord, "Friend, I need to find out if there is a temple to my Queen here. That is where Mother would have gone. I must find her. Perhaps you will accompany me? I noticed many of your kind here, and none of mine, I am very obviously out of place. Locals may be more inclinded to be of assistance to you than me. Trumann's gaze lingers on the door.
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
Tvon'ii lingers a bit longer watching the horizon before trotting to catch up to the group. No was not the time to cause trouble with the people willing to give them sanctuary. As they separate from the general mass of refugees, the elf brings his left hand to his mouth and pulls back a buttoned piece of cloth to reveal a length of copper wire. He whispers a message into it for Smokey.
"Till we meet again, you raise your right eye brow just slightly when you have a good hand."
The group of new additions introduces. Deciding that being forthright is the best approach, Tvon'ii introduces himself to the trio, "I am Tvon'ii Krast, Arcanist of the 15th degree. Don't let our, " referencing the 13-C crew, " familiarity make you feel the outcast. Circumstance has made friends of us all!"
As they get to exploring their new dwelling, Krast immediately starts searching for provisions. Investigation19
"Right, I'm going into town to sort out what sort of supplies we can get before the rush hits. You're welcome to join." he says to Trumann, "I've been around many Gnomes in my time and speak the language fluently."
Plugging along with the group, Ace had chose not to comment on many things, simply taking in his environment and getting a feel for the area and those around him. The warforged had only left Daverro due to the war, and was still experiencing a vast array of new things. After being asked to spare them a room, Ace lets out a small scoff "That shall be a discussion between you lot. I can rest just as comfortably in a chair or on the floor as I can in a bed. Simply need to allow my joints to cool and have a bit of down time."
Ace sits in a corner, his chest plate flipping out as he checks his pistol to make sure it hadn't sustained damage during the chaotic approach to the island, commenting "If you ar heading in to the market I have a few items I would like to accompany you to sell. Father was a bit overprotective packing me armor that this frame cannot wear."
Korvek gives a small nod to the family, "Just call me Korvek," He says, "Im a mercenary." He kept his introduction short and simple. He mostly did a quick take on the family and nothing more, not really reacting to the half-elf child of the two women.
Korvek tosses his rucksack into a corner, only taking some gold out from it. "I'm going to go look for a place to drink, like the elf said, before everyone comes. I want to know about this place and how long we can stay here."
"Well if you're headed out, we'll be planning on staying here." Alana informs the group. "Our son doesn't particularly enjoy the loud bustling taverns, and we need to settle in. Besides, he's only seventeen, he's still on the young side and innocent." She brings out a pouch from her own pack. "Besides, we are more partial to leaf-infused drinks. It isn't much, but it is something we managed to salvage before leaving."
(Note: It is evening, so markets would be closed. However, taverns would be prime for visiting.)
Checking the rooms, Tvon'ii discovers that there is a small larder which has been stocked with about enough food for five days for the household. There isn't anything too fancy, some root vegetables, some salted meats, amongst other bits and bobs.
Given there are the three bedrooms, the trio with the group offer to take one of the single rooms, mentioning they can share as elves don't require beds to rest.
(Does Gnoll still want to do his surveillance still, or would he prefer to do something else?)
Yep, still going to be a curious little spider.
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]Mort's POV:
Mort makes his way around quietly as a sneaky little spider, creeping onto the window that leads into the room. He spies that the other elven lady, Karael, is knelt beside the bed. The half-elf, Tristal, is sat on the bed, seemingly talking with her. His hands are jittery, and he looks quite distressed.
(Feel free to make a Wisdom (Perception) check if you want to listen to their conversation, or a Wisdom (Insight) check in order to work out some other bits and bobs between the pair.)
Those Outside:
Headed outside, those headed towards the tavern also note that there are other small groups being led through the street to other houses in the area. It looks like people are in groups of ten or so, and those leading them are wearing the same green tabards with golden phoenix upon it. The group remembers seeing a tavern, The Golden Crest, about two streets away that they could attempt to visit.
I already had a perception included in the original post.
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll](Sorry, forgot the roll was already on there)
Gnoll listens in, the voices are quiet, but he does pick up part way through their talk.
"But w-w-what if they don't... l-l-like me, ma?"
"Oh, nonesense. I'm sure they like you. What's not to like?"
"..."
"Oh, darling," She caresses his head, pulling him into a motherly hug. "I know it's difficult. Don't worry, your mothers will look after you."
"... Th-th-th...Thank..."
"It's nothing, Tristal. You just get some rest, maybe the bad dreams will not have followed us here, hmm?"
As they step outside Trumann looks around at all the organized chaos with apprehension. "Staying together may be the best option, I have read how refugee situations can bring out the best and worst in people.... And we all deserve a drink after what we have been through." he replies to Mord.
"Come friends!" he says overly loudly to no one in particular, "let us see what this FINE city has for upstanding characters such as ourselves!" he boldly strides towards the Inn
Anyone paying attention can clearly see that he is very uncertain. Mostly by a constant quivering of his trunk.
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
Realizing after they stepped out that the Markets would be closed this late, Ace lets out a soft sigh, shrugging and tagging along with the others. He only truly knew and understood the machinations of the craftsman as far as organics were concerned. He was quite curious to see how they interacted with others. At Trumann's loud declaration, Ace sighs softly, resting a hand on the holsters of his weapons to make sure no one got sticky fingers as they passed, saying gently "It would probably be best to not make a spectacle hmm? Our little gathering's racial diversity shall do that just fine."
OOC: Ace doesn't drink so he is more along for the social interactions.
Tvon'ii keeps a watchful eye out for places to explore tomorrow. Specifically he's looking for an alchemist's or apothecary, a general store, and hopefully a library or book store. Otherwise he makes a direct line for The Golden Crest. He doesn't outpace the group but he does walk with a brisk pace. After a few weeks at sea, the prospect of food that doesn't slide off the table with the ever rocking of the ship and MAYBE a cup of coffee is extremely enticing.
Rolls for DM:
Roll for finding shops if you want one Investigation11 and a general perception for people giving us looks or maybe sizing us up as targets as either threats, given our gruff make-up, or to rob Perception15
OOC: I suppose nothing came of Tahia's insight check re: Smokey?
"We are guests here, but I'd sure like to see what this town has to offer," Tahia says. "Fresh food and good ale are a good place to start. Spend a little coin to show we're not beggars, eh?" As they move down the street, her hand passes over the amulet around her neck, murmuring to herself almost absentmindedly, as she sizes up the city, looking for signs of criminal activity. (Perception check for thieves' cant markings, signs of criminal groups, whatever seedy underbelly is here. With guidance: 23) (Passive is 19)
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
@Tahia
The gnome captain was disgruntled most likely that he had a long evening ahead of rehoming a couple of hundred refugees. Smokey was definitely saddened to not be bunking with his friends anymore, but given that the groups are being brought in the nearby area, he will most likely be a neighbour.
Upon headed to The Golden Crest, there is the sound of music coming from within, a viol and harpsichord with some clapping along to the beat. The Golden Crest is a large establishment that somehow balances upon many tall thick poles of wood, like most of the buildings in the area. However, this building is at least four times the floorspace to anything else nearby. A gold painted sign shows a sign of a phoenix rampant hangs out over the doorway, where four jovial drunks are chattering. As the group gets closer their chatter slows as they watch the group enter.
The interior of The Golden Crest has several candles illuminating the walls, with a heavy cloud of smoke from patrons and their pipes hanging heavily above the heads of the patrons. The bar is made of a rich mahogany-like wood, with a goliath looming behind it, a pile of fresh fruit cut on a table and added to some colourful drinks that the colourful array of folk in the room are enjoying. Off to the left is a full harpsichord being played by an elf with deeply tanned skin and his hair tied into a bun, whilst a halfling woman hops about on a nearby table with a viol energetically keeping up. The patrons haven't heeded much attention to the group, but the goliath's eyes have locked onto them, his stern look unmoving like the stone.
Tvon'ii nods to Mord and takes as polite a path as possible from the door to the bar. He keeps a firm hand on the hilt of his sword to make sure the farther end of the scabbard doesn't accidentally sweep into anyone or their drinks. The elf stops short of the bar to let a local pass without hindrance then finally looks up to the stern faced Goliath.
"Evening," he says even toned with a nod, "Me and my friends have had a long trip with too much to think about and not enough ale to tide us. Could we get a round of the house drink, and share a bit of this hearth and home with you folk?" He keeps his typical direct tone but lets the question fall with a bit of hopefulness. Had Prospain heard of their plights? He wasn't sure if he wanted them to know and show pity or if he'd rather them be ignorant to help him act like the world wasn't in turmoil. Tvon'ii realized his thinking was moving faster than the words that had just come out of his mouth and made sure to check his expression. He slides a few Daverron crowns onto the bar, hoping to distract from whatever grim expression he might have started making.
DM Rolls:
Persuasion14
Perception22 Looking for tables we could potentially shift into.