The group (OOC if Darrimus and Larurentia want to part ways just let me know) heads towards the Boggy Beer. Following the directions given to them by a local they round the corner and head down The Wilted Boardwalk. It does not take long to locate the tavern.
From the outside it looks dark, unfriendly and dull. Plastered walls and intricate wood carvings make up most of the building's outer structure. It's impossible to see through the closed windows, but the gloominess from within can be felt outside. As you enter the tavern through the hardwooden door, you're welcomed by watching eyes and whispers. The bartender is sleeping and makes no effort to acknowledge your presence. It's as disgusting inside as it is on the outside. Wood beams support the upper floor and the rows of small, broken lights attached to them. The walls are decorated, if you can call it that, with old paintings covered in dust. The tavern itself is almost completely abandoned. The few people inside probably work less honorable operations.
Finding a table, the group is approached by the barmaid. She is giraffe-like and bony, and has blue eyes with brown skin. The most notable physical trait about her is that she has unruly platinum hair. She barely greets you before sliding a menu to ya while tapping her foot impatiently. Reading the menu:
Crisped Worm and Potatoes 3 Copper Frogs on Skewers 4 Copper Green Chili Stew 3 Copper Grilled Snake and Macadamia 3 Copper Humble Pie (tripe or cow heel) 2 Copper Lizard Gruel with Nutbread 3 Copper Plain porridge 2 Copper Spiced porridge 3 Copper Pot of cured meats 4 Copper
Ale 2 copper.
After about 20 seconds she replies with a "Well, whatcha want dolls?"
“I want to know why everyone is whispering about us walking in here. Do you not get travelers much through these parts?” Darrimus asks as he returns the stares.
The barmaid chuckles to herself "Hun, we don't get much of anything round her'. Only people that come here are the ones tryin' to hide from something they did somewhere. You guys lookin' too shiny to be runnin' from 'nything. So I'll give yuns a tip, don't be askin' too many personal questions but us here. Somethings are best left forgotten."
Noticing the glances of nearby patrons, Ash casually makes a series of hand gestures to check if there are any faction agents present.
Faction Agent
Feature: Safe Haven
As a faction agent, you have access to a secret network of supporters and operatives who can provide assistance on your adventures. You know a set of secret signs and passwords you can use to identify such operatives, who can provide you with access to a hidden safe house, free room and board, or assistance in finding information. These agents never risk their lives for you or risk revealing their true identities.
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being well versed in the art of poverty cuisine Stilgar happily orders the meat pot, spiced porridge, and a round of drinks for the table. As he makes small talk and waits for his beverage, the rogue casually glances around the room searching for an oblivious target with fat pockets.
"Whatever you say honey. I'm happy to have you and all the pretty boys looking at me! That hasn't happened much since I passed 400." She laughs happily and makes eyes at any the onlookers around the bar. "But, like many people here we have arrived for business, so if we could get those drinks and I think I'll take a green chili stew." If she gets the chance she will give the young woman a light smack on the butt and say " You younguns are so cute."
The barmaid looks at Laurentia and lets a smirk go across her face before saying "You know a little youth could be good for you every now and then, but not all of us are as young as we seem." Pulling back her hair, she reveals the pointed ears of an elf. With a wink, she finishes writing down the orders and heads back towards the bar.
Stilgar looks around the room to find: 1. A man at the bar trying to pay his tab with a sack of potatoes and a barrel of pickles. 2. Two men are arguing at a table over who the captain likes more by comparing almost identical spears and claiming to have the better one. 3. A mixed group of Elves are drinking bad wine and holding scented handkerchiefs up to their noses to keep out the stench. One has an obsidian bow strapped to her back.
After a brief moment, a human male in the corner closes a book and approaches Ash. He is short and built like a brick house, and has purple eyes and a long, luxurious beard, with fair skin. The most notable physical trait of him is that he has a scorpion tattoo. He sets his book down next to Ash at the table before sliding in his chair a little too close for Ash's comfort. He talks to Ash in an open friendly voice saying "Ah my old friend good to see you again." Before conjuring a hand signal back to you that signifies he is a member.
Laurentia grins widely. "Seem there are a few surprises around here after all. Even for one as old as me."
If the people split off to talk to different member of the tavern, I will approach the barmaid and try to strike up a conversation.
" If you have been around here as long as you hinted, I'm sure you've heard a lot of interesting things happening here. You might have even gotten a few new faces into town since the town of Odaigo to the south was taken overrun by a demon. We are here tracking the journey of a half-orc named Grush. " Here Laurentia will give a description of him. " Did he happen to swing through and talk to anyone in town while he was in these parts? If not, is anyone I could talk to about the local witch covens? We are hoping to get some information from them."
"Good to see you." Ash replies, showing his emblem to the faction member. "As you may know, there has been a major disturbance in the city of Odaigo..." Ash begins before exchanging information.
...
"By the way, may there be a chance I can access a loan from the coffers...?" Ash whispers.
The man responds to Ash and says "Of course, but you know the deal. One moon cycle. How much does one need?"
Darrimus approaches the man at the bar. He is an old male human, who is relatively short and fat with long auburn hair. Upon asking about the pickles, the man turns around showing his blue eyes, long, flowing beard, with pale skin face. "Oh hello sir, the name is Jaeden, a Jaeden Paxton. For a barrel this size it would only be 2 gold pieces sir. Salted and brined to tasting pleasure and seasoned with fresh moss flower to give them a bit of a sweet taste. It has been a family heritage since my grandfather first came upon this swamp.."
Laurentia approaches the barmaid while she is behind the bar filling up ale for another table. The barmaid lets out a laugh at hearing Krush's name "That old half-orc is still alive? Of course we know of him, gal. Him and his tribe were large traders of us until about 4 months ago. Then they suddenly disappeared. Our most desperate farmers" the barmaid nods her head to the other end of the bar where Jaeden is standing "even hired a band of adventurers to find them last month, but it was if their entire clan had been completely erased. I hope they are okay." She then stops filling the ales and leans forward to Laurentia and in a whisper she says "Now with regard to them witches, we know plenty about them. Not sayin' they bad people doll, just sayin' you should never cross them. Always pay well when they come seeking goods though. Rumor has it that one has showed up in town recently and ALONE." The barmaid takes pulls her head back and glances around the room, her silver eyes checking every corner. "Now you know getting this information ain't safe business and I am scared in my breeches to say much more.." She then pulls the glasses away taking them to a table. She gives you a wink on her way out. Laurentia has seen this before on her travels.. A barmaid always wants a little coin in exchange for the juicy details.
“hmmm. slim pickings but when has that stopped me before.”
Stilgar eyes his target from across the room, an elf with a sleek and exotic bow...
”time to get to work.”
Stilgar twirls his finger and snaps unleashing a series of calculated and well timed illusions. first a gut bubbling rumble cuts through the chatter followed by a stench so foul itd make even the most hygiene deprived ogre gag...finally the female elfs pants which were once clean, are now soiled and covered in what can only be described as liquid shit...
Stilgar cast his spell and awaits for the results. The female elf lets out a loud gasp that is heard across the tavern as she looks down upon her pants. However, on a second glance, she squints and realizes that someone is attempting to bamboozle her. She quickly looks around and the room before turning back to her table. Picking up her glass of wine, she throws it on one of her male compatriots across the table. Stilgar hears her loud elvish words as they echo around the room. While Stilgar does not speak elvish, he knows well enough the inflection of a well targeted insult.
Darrimus’s eyes go wide. “2 gold! This pickle better knock my armor off for that. I’m usually not a fan of sweet pickles but I’m intrigued. Can I sample one of your family’s legacy?”
If granted Permission Darrimus will smell and bite into the pickle. Do they seem like they will last awhile and are not closer to expiring? Are they similar to a bread and butter style pickle rather than dill?
Jaeden's eyes light up when he hears Darrimus ask for a sample. In a flash, he has already removed the lid of the barrel and skewered a pickle onto a metal fork. The firm green pickle is swung quickly from the solution and handed to Darrimus. Darrimus takes the fork as a bead of liquid slowly drips unto the floor.
Darrimus bites into the pickle with a loud crunch. To his enjoyment they are salty, with a fresh herbal taste to it that keeps it quite flavorful. He can make out the distinct taste of vinegar which leads him to the conclusion that these would keep as long as they were submerged in the brine.
Stilgar looks around the room and sees that room appears to be distracted by the elves or involved deeply in their own conversations or tasks. Except for the bar tender. Somehow he is still sleeping through all this ruckus.
The group (OOC if Darrimus and Larurentia want to part ways just let me know) heads towards the Boggy Beer. Following the directions given to them by a local they round the corner and head down The Wilted Boardwalk. It does not take long to locate the tavern.
From the outside it looks dark, unfriendly and dull. Plastered walls and intricate wood carvings make up most of the building's outer structure. It's impossible to see through the closed windows, but the gloominess from within can be felt outside. As you enter the tavern through the hardwooden door, you're welcomed by watching eyes and whispers. The bartender is sleeping and makes no effort to acknowledge your presence. It's as disgusting inside as it is on the outside. Wood beams support the upper floor and the rows of small, broken lights attached to them. The walls are decorated, if you can call it that, with old paintings covered in dust. The tavern itself is almost completely abandoned. The few people inside probably work less honorable operations.
Finding a table, the group is approached by the barmaid. She is giraffe-like and bony, and has blue eyes with brown skin. The most notable physical trait about her is that she has unruly platinum hair. She barely greets you before sliding a menu to ya while tapping her foot impatiently. Reading the menu:
Crisped Worm and Potatoes 3 Copper
Frogs on Skewers 4 Copper
Green Chili Stew 3 Copper
Grilled Snake and Macadamia 3 Copper
Humble Pie (tripe or cow heel) 2 Copper
Lizard Gruel with Nutbread 3 Copper
Plain porridge 2 Copper
Spiced porridge 3 Copper
Pot of cured meats 4 Copper
Ale 2 copper.
After about 20 seconds she replies with a "Well, whatcha want dolls?"
“I want to know why everyone is whispering about us walking in here. Do you not get travelers much through these parts?” Darrimus asks as he returns the stares.
The barmaid chuckles to herself "Hun, we don't get much of anything round her'. Only people that come here are the ones tryin' to hide from something they did somewhere. You guys lookin' too shiny to be runnin' from 'nything. So I'll give yuns a tip, don't be askin' too many personal questions but us here. Somethings are best left forgotten."
Noticing the glances of nearby patrons, Ash casually makes a series of hand gestures to check if there are any faction agents present.
As a faction agent, you have access to a secret network of supporters and operatives who can provide assistance on your adventures. You know a set of secret signs and passwords you can use to identify such operatives, who can provide you with access to a hidden safe house, free room and board, or assistance in finding information. These agents never risk their lives for you or risk revealing their true identities.
being well versed in the art of poverty cuisine Stilgar happily orders the meat pot, spiced porridge, and a round of drinks for the table. As he makes small talk and waits for his beverage, the rogue casually glances around the room searching for an oblivious target with fat pockets.
investigation: 27
"Whatever you say honey. I'm happy to have you and all the pretty boys looking at me! That hasn't happened much since I passed 400." She laughs happily and makes eyes at any the onlookers around the bar. "But, like many people here we have arrived for business, so if we could get those drinks and I think I'll take a green chili stew." If she gets the chance she will give the young woman a light smack on the butt and say " You younguns are so cute."
Persuasion 15
The barmaid looks at Laurentia and lets a smirk go across her face before saying "You know a little youth could be good for you every now and then, but not all of us are as young as we seem." Pulling back her hair, she reveals the pointed ears of an elf. With a wink, she finishes writing down the orders and heads back towards the bar.
Stilgar looks around the room to find:
1. A man at the bar trying to pay his tab with a sack of potatoes and a barrel of pickles.
2. Two men are arguing at a table over who the captain likes more by comparing almost identical spears and claiming to have the better one.
3. A mixed group of Elves are drinking bad wine and holding scented handkerchiefs up to their noses to keep out the stench. One has an obsidian bow strapped to her back.
After a brief moment, a human male in the corner closes a book and approaches Ash. He is short and built like a brick house, and has purple eyes and a long, luxurious beard, with fair skin. The most notable physical trait of him is that he has a scorpion tattoo. He sets his book down next to Ash at the table before sliding in his chair a little too close for Ash's comfort. He talks to Ash in an open friendly voice saying "Ah my old friend good to see you again." Before conjuring a hand signal back to you that signifies he is a member.
Laurentia grins widely. "Seem there are a few surprises around here after all. Even for one as old as me."
If the people split off to talk to different member of the tavern, I will approach the barmaid and try to strike up a conversation.
" If you have been around here as long as you hinted, I'm sure you've heard a lot of interesting things happening here. You might have even gotten a few new faces into town since the town of Odaigo to the south was taken overrun by a demon. We are here tracking the journey of a half-orc named Grush. " Here Laurentia will give a description of him. " Did he happen to swing through and talk to anyone in town while he was in these parts? If not, is anyone I could talk to about the local witch covens? We are hoping to get some information from them."
Darrimus approaches the man with the barrel of pickles.
”Say... What are you asking for that barrel of pickles, boss man?” Asks Darrimus
"Good to see you." Ash replies, showing his emblem to the faction member.
"As you may know, there has been a major disturbance in the city of Odaigo..." Ash begins before exchanging information.
...
"By the way, may there be a chance I can access a loan from the coffers...?" Ash whispers.
The man responds to Ash and says "Of course, but you know the deal. One moon cycle. How much does one need?"
Darrimus approaches the man at the bar. He is an old male human, who is relatively short and fat with long auburn hair. Upon asking about the pickles, the man turns around showing his blue eyes, long, flowing beard, with pale skin face. "Oh hello sir, the name is Jaeden, a Jaeden Paxton. For a barrel this size it would only be 2 gold pieces sir. Salted and brined to tasting pleasure and seasoned with fresh moss flower to give them a bit of a sweet taste. It has been a family heritage since my grandfather first came upon this swamp.."
Laurentia approaches the barmaid while she is behind the bar filling up ale for another table. The barmaid lets out a laugh at hearing Krush's name "That old half-orc is still alive? Of course we know of him, gal. Him and his tribe were large traders of us until about 4 months ago. Then they suddenly disappeared. Our most desperate farmers" the barmaid nods her head to the other end of the bar where Jaeden is standing "even hired a band of adventurers to find them last month, but it was if their entire clan had been completely erased. I hope they are okay." She then stops filling the ales and leans forward to Laurentia and in a whisper she says "Now with regard to them witches, we know plenty about them. Not sayin' they bad people doll, just sayin' you should never cross them. Always pay well when they come seeking goods though. Rumor has it that one has showed up in town recently and ALONE." The barmaid takes pulls her head back and glances around the room, her silver eyes checking every corner. "Now you know getting this information ain't safe business and I am scared in my breeches to say much more.." She then pulls the glasses away taking them to a table. She gives you a wink on her way out. Laurentia has seen this before on her travels.. A barmaid always wants a little coin in exchange for the juicy details.
“hmmm. slim pickings but when has that stopped me before.”
Stilgar eyes his target from across the room, an elf with a sleek and exotic bow...
”time to get to work.”
Stilgar twirls his finger and snaps unleashing a series of calculated and well timed illusions. first a gut bubbling rumble cuts through the chatter followed by a stench so foul itd make even the most hygiene deprived ogre gag...finally the female elfs pants which were once clean, are now soiled and covered in what can only be described as liquid shit...
prestidigitation
sleight of hand 20
15
5
Stilgar cast his spell and awaits for the results. The female elf lets out a loud gasp that is heard across the tavern as she looks down upon her pants. However, on a second glance, she squints and realizes that someone is attempting to bamboozle her. She quickly looks around and the room before turning back to her table. Picking up her glass of wine, she throws it on one of her male compatriots across the table. Stilgar hears her loud elvish words as they echo around the room. While Stilgar does not speak elvish, he knows well enough the inflection of a well targeted insult.
Darrimus’s eyes go wide. “2 gold! This pickle better knock my armor off for that. I’m usually not a fan of sweet pickles but I’m intrigued. Can I sample one of your family’s legacy?”
If granted Permission Darrimus will smell and bite into the pickle. Do they seem like they will last awhile and are not closer to expiring? Are they similar to a bread and butter style pickle rather than dill?
Investigation: 16
Jaeden's eyes light up when he hears Darrimus ask for a sample. In a flash, he has already removed the lid of the barrel and skewered a pickle onto a metal fork. The firm green pickle is swung quickly from the solution and handed to Darrimus. Darrimus takes the fork as a bead of liquid slowly drips unto the floor.
Darrimus bites into the pickle with a loud crunch. To his enjoyment they are salty, with a fresh herbal taste to it that keeps it quite flavorful. He can make out the distinct taste of vinegar which leads him to the conclusion that these would keep as long as they were submerged in the brine.
stilgar glances around the room keeping an eye out for anyone who appears distracted by the scene
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Stilgar looks around the room and sees that room appears to be distracted by the elves or involved deeply in their own conversations or tasks. Except for the bar tender. Somehow he is still sleeping through all this ruckus.
with all eyes now on the elves, stillgar turns his attention to his true target, ash’s friend and his book.
using his mage hand, he swipes the book which was carelessly laid down.
sleight of hand: 17 , 18
7
Stilgar quickly swipes the book without the notice of Ash's friend. While stowing the book he quickly is able to read the title "The Dawn of Chaos"
"Well, about 350 would suffice for now." Ash says.
"Is there a safe house nearby?"
Ash glances at Stilgar with the corner of his eye.