The bar is currently picking up some of it's usual flare - having left at sunrise and now returning just before sunset. A few folks at the community tables as they cheer - laugh - discuss.
Nobody in town has heard the name before. The conversations turning up:
"Never heard of them."
"Perhaps it was a passing merchant? With us being a exporter, ain't much for a dockmaster. But maybe someone has some records down on the river."
"Ser? Ser is a title. Not for, like a Duke or anything. More for someone that would have some station, a Lord."
"Sounds old Salain. Those poor souls, their nation gone by desert conqueror."
Over the course of the half n hour of drinks and conversation (costs a gold - total for the crew - for the drinks, mingling, etc), you do believe the people you talk to. More folks are coming in as it gets a bit later, nearly half an hour passing from your conversation to those here.
Morgan blinks, "Tarak, how do you think friends work? Because first of all he has a name, it's *cough*HellifIknow*cough* Secondly, I don't know if I can afford to talk to this guy again, unless you have 200 gold you want to throw my way. I sort of promised him I'd come back with more information about our situation which I don't have. Don't worry I do have a friend I can ask if they know whats up."
You head down to the docks. Again asking around but - nobody has heard of the name.
"I could certainly take a look at the logs, but I don't recognize that name for the past few months. It'll take some time though."
"Could've been a trader that came through?"
"Sounds Salain. Don't see many refugees that pass through around here."
After talking to others, and they press you on the why, more folks begin to clam up. Instead of answering, beginning to question you on why you're asking so many questions.
In the distance of the setting sun, you see a large bird flying towards you all. Likely to be an hour away.
Morgan
It takes a bit of time, but you do eventually run out to see Billy Bones. A boat slowly beginning to leave the docks to deliver a shipment; the man on the boat waving as the two of you shout and have a conversation.
"It's good to see you! I didn't think you'd be alive!"
In the distance towards the setting sun, you see Shatter's mount. Likely an hour or so away from reaching where you all are...
Abigail...
After half an hour of playing you spot a single figure entering the inn. A elegant and finely crafted cloak pulled around a lithe frame. The face concealed by the hood itself; unable to get a view from where you play. Large travel backpack is stuffed; likely done in a hurry. A mace dangles down from a belt loop. The faint glimmer of a amulet around the neck, while a finely cut amethyst brooch clasps the cloak together.
The figure tosses down a small coin purse, sliding it over to the bartender.
Spying this newcomer, who looks like a fellow adventuring soul, Abigail eyes them with interest. After her song is ended, and see that she needs a refill, she hops over beside the figure at the bar.
"Well, you look like one of the more interesting characters to come in this evening. I wager you have a story or two to tell. Tell you what, I will buy you a drink... or three, if you would humor me with tales of your travels? Mind you, my gifts with flute and song are still a little raw, but I am always on the look out for some new inspiration."
Perception (to see if I can make out anything defining about them, if they continue to be elusive): 23
History / Religion (to see if I can place or know anything about what the figure is wearing): 17
The figure jumps as Abigail approaches and begins to talk. The person seemingly skittish. Based on the build and clothing, like a more masculine Redhel who has a very good sense of fashion. The cloak casts too dark a shadow over the face. No matter the angle your vision is just obscured. Only the faintest of features; a shadow of a nose, and eye sockets.
As you glance behind the bar, it seems whatever they ordered is to go: sealable containers of soups of drink. While others are certainly noticing the interaction between the two of you, folks don't seem shocked or surprised by the cloaked figures presence. More so focusing on the bard.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't the time to sit and talk and share a yarn," he laughs a bit at the word yarn. "Sorry, a pun I'm afraid you may not understand." His hand reaches over, brushing the mace before going into another pocket. Bringing out four silver. "But I would certainly love to hear a tale while I wait?"
Tarak (and Morgan / others) - through the open doors of the inn, you notice Abigail talking to some cloaked figure.
"A tale or two I can tell." Abigail clears her throat, getting ready to hopefully captivate those listening.
"By the by, if you are looking to get out of town quickly, the ship I am a crewed on, the Windhook, is leaving tonight. However, that is none of my business, just noticed you seem to be in a bit of a hurry." She finishes preparing herself, before saying, "You will have to excuse my execution of this particular story, as it is my very first attempt at it."
Abigail starts into the story of, "The Werelion of Hope." A tragic tale of genocide, revenge, and ruin. Perform: 6
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Tarak approaches Abigail as she is reciting the tale of “the Werelion of Hope” and hearing her not doing great says “You’ll have to excuse my friend she’s had a long day already with the journey and the tales she’s already told.”
Persuasion 7.
“I'm Tarak nice to meet you. You just get in to town?” (Small talk) Tarak will sit by Abigail and assist in the story a bit.
Seeing Abigail and Tarak struggle a little Lafetha decides to jump in on the story as well. Hoping to help. Thinking to herself that this guy probably thinks we're all nuts!
The figure, and the bar, watch in some horror. Abigail's tale at first not being very... engaging. Tarak joins in a bit, trying to assist, but clearly doesn't know what story Abigail is telling.
The crowd mostly begins to skip out and return to conversation. Lafetha eventually joining in and beginning to spin a narrative dealing with a story of a beast who lost their family, but was a beast in their own right. So consumed with vengence that it lead them down a path towards their own demise.... Abigail playing a bit of a interlude with their flute during the moments of the retelling of Alul.
Tarak sits and listens for a moment; getting a read between Lafetha and Abigail that this story is one they know because they lived it. With a few blinks, he takes a moment to turn back to the mysterious figure.
"No, just leaving," the figure responds to the question of coming to town. He takes the few sealed containers and hangs them from latches on his backpack. Hand sliding the four silver over to Abigail and the others. "I certainly hope your minstrel group, and whatever boat is leaving in the morning (a response to Abigail's earlier comments about "we have a boat") continues to... grow" He's trying to be nice at the weird comedy of errors, people dressed for war, and dogpiling. "Perhaps next time you can learn to play Isle Lady Fair. It's a Salain Song. Meaning changed after the war...."
Abigail murmurs under her breath, "Isle Lady Fair. Not sure that I know that one... Well, I guess that it will have to wait."
Turning to the rest of the crew, Abigail says, "Well, we should probably head out. I do not fancy having to face Shatter again so soon after he made us turn tail. Maybe the information you were given about your target was incorrect or dated?"
"But Abigail, he just said that it was a Salain Song..... aren't we looking for someone who is Salain? Maybe we should catch up with him, and see if he will answer some more of our questions."
Morgan looks at Billy bones, "Yeah, I say that to myself everyday... wait... did you do something? Billy bones, you owe me 200 gp and a magic item, manta ray cloak is traditional, but I'm flexible. Hey, speaking of traitors... there is a traitor to the church (Morgan says what they know) you know anything about this person, I kind of need to get to them before my murderous zealot coworker(?) finds them."
Morgan finds a messenger child and pays them to give a note to the Loxodon, explaining they found out "eating a soul is the way, and a convoluted theory that they might need to find away to inject another soul into their body and hope the patron eats the wrong soul. Also asking if they know anything about this church traitor. Morgan offers the messanger child an addition 5 gp with they get back to them within 30 mins.
Morgan tries to find the rest of the group, "Hey guys, whats happening? Yeah, that's great, by the way.... we got 45 mins until Shatter's gonna come back and ruins us all over again."
Tarak asks the bartender for one of the soup containers before he seals it he dumps the contents of the vial Atholessa gave him in and then has it sealed. “Abigail we need to swap this with one of the ones hooked to the outside of his bag.”
It takes a minute or two, but the server eventually comes over with a sealed container of soup - charging 1 gold, 5 silver; mostly for the container itself and it no longer being in circulation.
With the tavern being so large, you're able to walk away and uncork it - pouring in the poison before resealing it.
The figure seems finished shaking hands and is beginning to move out of the tavern....
Abigail takes the soup from Tarak as they head toward the exit. "Alright, I will do it... But I am going to try to get confirmation before he eats it."
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The figure, while walking.......
20
grabs a hold of Abigail's hand, spinning around. That hooded concealed face looking in the direction of the Tabaxi. "Let me leave. This doesn't concern you. I've harm nobody."
Tarak.... you feel that kick of adrenaline.... that wanting to fight......
The bar is currently picking up some of it's usual flare - having left at sunrise and now returning just before sunset. A few folks at the community tables as they cheer - laugh - discuss.
Nobody in town has heard the name before. The conversations turning up:
"Never heard of them."
"Perhaps it was a passing merchant? With us being a exporter, ain't much for a dockmaster. But maybe someone has some records down on the river."
"Ser? Ser is a title. Not for, like a Duke or anything. More for someone that would have some station, a Lord."
"Sounds old Salain. Those poor souls, their nation gone by desert conqueror."
Over the course of the half n hour of drinks and conversation (costs a gold - total for the crew - for the drinks, mingling, etc), you do believe the people you talk to. More folks are coming in as it gets a bit later, nearly half an hour passing from your conversation to those here.
What do you do?
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
“Morgan I need you to go ask your new friend the loxodon to see if he Knows Where to find Ser. I will head down to the river. We need to be quick.”
Tarak heads down and asks around.
Deception 8
Morgan blinks, "Tarak, how do you think friends work? Because first of all he has a name, it's *cough*HellifIknow*cough* Secondly, I don't know if I can afford to talk to this guy again, unless you have 200 gold you want to throw my way. I sort of promised him I'd come back with more information about our situation which I don't have. Don't worry I do have a friend I can ask if they know whats up."
Morgan tries to find Billy Bones.
"Ya, you go check the docks, Tarak. I will continue to dri... investigate here."
Abigail will continue to talk with some of the new comers to the tavern, to see if they know anything about our person of interest.
Social Stuff:
Not sure what you need so...
Investigation: 21; Persuasion: 12; Insight: 18; Deception: 9
...and... if nothing turns up after a while...
Spend 3 Gold on lubricating the social machine before Performance: 18!
Tarak...
You head down to the docks. Again asking around but - nobody has heard of the name.
"I could certainly take a look at the logs, but I don't recognize that name for the past few months. It'll take some time though."
"Could've been a trader that came through?"
"Sounds Salain. Don't see many refugees that pass through around here."
After talking to others, and they press you on the why, more folks begin to clam up. Instead of answering, beginning to question you on why you're asking so many questions.
In the distance of the setting sun, you see a large bird flying towards you all. Likely to be an hour away.
Morgan
It takes a bit of time, but you do eventually run out to see Billy Bones. A boat slowly beginning to leave the docks to deliver a shipment; the man on the boat waving as the two of you shout and have a conversation.
"It's good to see you! I didn't think you'd be alive!"
In the distance towards the setting sun, you see Shatter's mount. Likely an hour or so away from reaching where you all are...
Abigail...
After half an hour of playing you spot a single figure entering the inn. A elegant and finely crafted cloak pulled around a lithe frame. The face concealed by the hood itself; unable to get a view from where you play. Large travel backpack is stuffed; likely done in a hurry. A mace dangles down from a belt loop. The faint glimmer of a amulet around the neck, while a finely cut amethyst brooch clasps the cloak together.
The figure tosses down a small coin purse, sliding it over to the bartender.
What do you do?
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Spying this newcomer, who looks like a fellow adventuring soul, Abigail eyes them with interest. After her song is ended, and see that she needs a refill, she hops over beside the figure at the bar.
"Well, you look like one of the more interesting characters to come in this evening. I wager you have a story or two to tell. Tell you what, I will buy you a drink... or three, if you would humor me with tales of your travels? Mind you, my gifts with flute and song are still a little raw, but I am always on the look out for some new inspiration."
Perception (to see if I can make out anything defining about them, if they continue to be elusive): 23
History / Religion (to see if I can place or know anything about what the figure is wearing): 17
The figure jumps as Abigail approaches and begins to talk. The person seemingly skittish. Based on the build and clothing, like a more masculine Redhel who has a very good sense of fashion. The cloak casts too dark a shadow over the face. No matter the angle your vision is just obscured. Only the faintest of features; a shadow of a nose, and eye sockets.
As you glance behind the bar, it seems whatever they ordered is to go: sealable containers of soups of drink. While others are certainly noticing the interaction between the two of you, folks don't seem shocked or surprised by the cloaked figures presence. More so focusing on the bard.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't the time to sit and talk and share a yarn," he laughs a bit at the word yarn. "Sorry, a pun I'm afraid you may not understand." His hand reaches over, brushing the mace before going into another pocket. Bringing out four silver. "But I would certainly love to hear a tale while I wait?"
Tarak (and Morgan / others) - through the open doors of the inn, you notice Abigail talking to some cloaked figure.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
"A tale or two I can tell." Abigail clears her throat, getting ready to hopefully captivate those listening.
"By the by, if you are looking to get out of town quickly, the ship I am a crewed on, the Windhook, is leaving tonight. However, that is none of my business, just noticed you seem to be in a bit of a hurry." She finishes preparing herself, before saying, "You will have to excuse my execution of this particular story, as it is my very first attempt at it."
Abigail starts into the story of, "The Werelion of Hope." A tragic tale of genocide, revenge, and ruin. Perform: 6
Tarak approaches Abigail as she is reciting the tale of “the Werelion of Hope” and hearing her not doing great says “You’ll have to excuse my friend she’s had a long day already with the journey and the tales she’s already told.”
Persuasion 7.
“I'm Tarak nice to meet you. You just get in to town?” (Small talk) Tarak will sit by Abigail and assist in the story a bit.
Performance 9
Insight 19
Seeing Abigail and Tarak struggle a little Lafetha decides to jump in on the story as well. Hoping to help. Thinking to herself that this guy probably thinks we're all nuts!
performance 16 . .
The figure, and the bar, watch in some horror. Abigail's tale at first not being very... engaging. Tarak joins in a bit, trying to assist, but clearly doesn't know what story Abigail is telling.
The crowd mostly begins to skip out and return to conversation. Lafetha eventually joining in and beginning to spin a narrative dealing with a story of a beast who lost their family, but was a beast in their own right. So consumed with vengence that it lead them down a path towards their own demise.... Abigail playing a bit of a interlude with their flute during the moments of the retelling of Alul.
Tarak sits and listens for a moment; getting a read between Lafetha and Abigail that this story is one they know because they lived it. With a few blinks, he takes a moment to turn back to the mysterious figure.
"No, just leaving," the figure responds to the question of coming to town. He takes the few sealed containers and hangs them from latches on his backpack. Hand sliding the four silver over to Abigail and the others. "I certainly hope your minstrel group, and whatever boat is leaving in the morning (a response to Abigail's earlier comments about "we have a boat") continues to... grow" He's trying to be nice at the weird comedy of errors, people dressed for war, and dogpiling. "Perhaps next time you can learn to play Isle Lady Fair. It's a Salain Song. Meaning changed after the war...."
(Isle Lady Fair)
The man begins to turn to leave. Stopping to shake hands with a few of the other folk who seem surprised that he's leaving.
None of you get the feeling that he's lying. Nervous. Alert. But not lying.
What do you do?
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Abigail murmurs under her breath, "Isle Lady Fair. Not sure that I know that one... Well, I guess that it will have to wait."
Turning to the rest of the crew, Abigail says, "Well, we should probably head out. I do not fancy having to face Shatter again so soon after he made us turn tail. Maybe the information you were given about your target was incorrect or dated?"
"But Abigail, he just said that it was a Salain Song..... aren't we looking for someone who is Salain? Maybe we should catch up with him, and see if he will answer some more of our questions."
Morgan looks at Billy bones, "Yeah, I say that to myself everyday... wait... did you do something? Billy bones, you owe me 200 gp and a magic item, manta ray cloak is traditional, but I'm flexible. Hey, speaking of traitors... there is a traitor to the church (Morgan says what they know) you know anything about this person, I kind of need to get to them before my murderous zealot coworker(?) finds them."
Morgan finds a messenger child and pays them to give a note to the Loxodon, explaining they found out "eating a soul is the way, and a convoluted theory that they might need to find away to inject another soul into their body and hope the patron eats the wrong soul. Also asking if they know anything about this church traitor. Morgan offers the messanger child an addition 5 gp with they get back to them within 30 mins.
Morgan tries to find the rest of the group, "Hey guys, whats happening? Yeah, that's great, by the way.... we got 45 mins until Shatter's gonna come back and ruins us all over again."
Tarak asks the bartender for one of the soup containers before he seals it he dumps the contents of the vial Atholessa gave him in and then has it sealed. “Abigail we need to swap this with one of the ones hooked to the outside of his bag.”
Abigail stops, stunned. Under her breath she asks, "You think he is the target? Just because he mentioned Salain and has an amulet?"
It takes a minute or two, but the server eventually comes over with a sealed container of soup - charging 1 gold, 5 silver; mostly for the container itself and it no longer being in circulation.
With the tavern being so large, you're able to walk away and uncork it - pouring in the poison before resealing it.
The figure seems finished shaking hands and is beginning to move out of the tavern....
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Abigail takes the soup from Tarak as they head toward the exit. "Alright, I will do it... But I am going to try to get confirmation before he eats it."
Slight of Hand: 18
The figure, while walking.......
20
grabs a hold of Abigail's hand, spinning around. That hooded concealed face looking in the direction of the Tabaxi. "Let me leave. This doesn't concern you. I've harm nobody."
Tarak.... you feel that kick of adrenaline.... that wanting to fight......
Roll a CHA Save....
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Cha Save 11